Posted by Johnny Fierce on 11/17/2008, 12:21 am
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The human body cannot function properly with 270 pounds on any frame. I don’t care who you are. It’s a workout in itself trying to carry that much. If you look me in the eye and tell me someone like Jay Cutler can put his foot behind his head I’d slap you for lying to me so blatently. It just doesn’t work. It’s a strain on the heart, it gives you those disgusting stretch marks that no one wants to admit using cocoa butter to get rid of, and you just can’t move like a trained athlete should be able to move.
I mean look at some of the wrestlers out there today. Torn hamstrings from doing the simplest things. Rupturing discs left and right, constant neck surgeries. Its deplorable. The world of sports entertainment is filled with these overmuscled, no functionality, stupid pea-brained oxes exchanging punches and kicks cuz they can’t do anything else for fear of injury.
Unfortunately for me it took my time away from the sport to realize it. Sure when you maintain it, that 270 pounds is fantastic to look at.
Everyone flexes in the mirror. C’mon. Go ahead I’ll wait…there ya go. Probably felt that bicep too, didn’t you. It’s ok. Its in our nature, I’ll let it slide.
Those extra parts don’t come without their perks. What woman is gonna say no to a chest the size of a mac truck and arms that are smuggling softballs at their peaks. No one. That life is great as long as your in it. But for lack of better words, your ####ed if you leave. That’s when the doctor visits start piling up. You start realizing that eating 4000 calories a day while you aren’t working only makes you fat, it doesn’t fuel your body anymore. When you stop hitting the globo gym 5 days a week and get your body split routines in, you shrink. And all of a sudden that vascular, full bodied physique starts to look a bit more doughy then you remember.
Flexing in the mirror stops being as fun as it used to be.
When you wake up one day, get out of bed and look in that mirror and start noticing the grey hairs, the old pictures on your dresser of that version of you you use when talking about “in my day”, when you start needing to actually say “in my day” in your conversations…it starts to hit you that it might be time for a change.
Why does it need to be the past that people are impressed with? Why not the present. Why can’t people be happy with the version standing right in the mirror right now. That’s when I decided to make something of that person in the mirror.
I looked at those stupid pictures from back in the day. A part of my past I don’t want to get into again. Flexing for pictures. Stupid bleach blonde hair. Stupid pants. Stupid arenas. At one time I thought it was all so cool. Before things got out of control. Before I ran into the wrong people. Before I started the destruction of my life.
Trust me you’ll be hearing a lot about it in the near future. Some of you experienced it in one way or another if you caught it at the right moments. The refresher course will come soon enough.
This isn’t about my past though. Not this time. This is about the now. I don’t think anyone would recognize me if they saw me now. And that’s how I like it. A new start. A new life. A new me.
70 pounds is hard to lose. And even harder to lose without looking like a loose skinned blob like you see on TLC all the time. Doing it methodical is really the only way to look normal. 2 pounds a week is what the doctors prescribe, but it doesn’t even have to be that much. 5 lbs a month is a pretty good standard. That way it comes off and your body and skin can adapt in time.
It also takes a whole 180 on your thinking of whats right and what’s wrong in the world of nutrition and fitness. I don’t give a shit anymore how much I can bench. How many sets of curls I can do before I feel the pump. Or any of that useless shit people strive for in the globo gym setting.
My friends called it a midlife crisis when I spent a thousand dollars on a road bike, as in pedals, not vroom vroom. They thought I was insane that I started Masters Swim classes at the Y. They thought I was a lunatic when I woke up every morning at 5:30 to run 6 miles before breakfast. They couldn’t handle when I started eating like a “caveman” either. No one knows what Crossfit is. I won’t tell them. They don’t want to know.
You want to know how to build character? Swim a mile in open water against 500 people. That will build ####ing character. That will change who you are and what you might call “tough”.
All this is for a greater purpose though. I’m not around here to perform for the masses. I’m not here to bend to anyone’s will. I’m here for a battle. I need this. Sports Entertaining be damned I have a mission.
It’s a new Johnny Fierce. It’s a new day. Get Ready.
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