It’s been a while since I really felt ‘right’ about my lifting. For the longest time, I thought that I simply didn’t care as much as I used to, but now I’m sure that I still care. In fact, the problem wasn’t one of caring, but of belief.I didn’t believe that lifting needed to be what it seems to have turned into…I started lifting weights in high school for a number of different reasons, but none of those reasons were competitive sports.I am not an athlete.I can remember when I was first introduced lifting weights for the purpose of bodybuilding, and I can remember how it was portrayed as a ‘thinking persons’ activity – a physical sort of philosophy. The way Arnold and Frank Zane and Lee Haney all talked about weight training, it was more akin to yoga and meditation then it was football or MMA. It was a physical chess match between you and yourself, and it was this approach to weight training that appealed to me.Lately lifting has turned into sport where we compete on youtube by posting videos of our best lifts, or compete in crossfit or powerlifting or even obstacle courses, we race and we challenge based on time or speed or weight… or level of pukey exhaustion.We create haphazard workout programs based on the latest ‘proven’ scientific theories, instead of doing what we WANT to do.The science has taken over, and the art has died.This isn’t a judgment on how you train now, but on how I have trained in the past.Pushing to the point of breaking, always sore, always ‘almost injured’
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