I have a friend who sometimes acts more like an associate depending on the many Subjects of Life. (Who doesn’t?) I want to know if anyone of you guys have a friend like this in your life: The kind, who, in their own way means well on those aspects of life which you two AGREE upon. But on the same token, their persona gets in the way of what it is you actually live everyday for. In my case: Training. 😉
Every once in a while he’ll invite himself (lately) or I invite him (usually says “no” because he’s lazy when it comes to physical labor of any kind. Probably why he has a desk job?) to the Gym. Things always start out well. But he criticizes exercises, programs (like my current one) and even the amount of effort that must be put in to Lifts, at times. And I can relate to this last thing whereas I’ve done it periodically myself: He’ll like an exercise up until the point where I have to come over, whisper in his ear so he doesn’t feel embarrassed around others on how his form is off or shy of being completed.
But by far the thing I hate the most (probably because most men I’ve trained with or trained tend to be this way) is when he has to throw his ego into the lifting session by making absolutely sure he’s piling extra weight on the barbell or dumbbells, (even if it’s just 5-10lbs) for the sole purpose of beating me with numbers.
Rather than making this shit about me, I rather it be about the respect for fitness altogether whether it’s the process of a lift or the exercise itself. Rather than get the basics of the deadlift form or heed my advice on how not to go about hurting himself, all he sees is the amount I’m doing (which isn’t heavy in my book at all: 145lbs) and how he has to go over it! This has been this way for a fucking decade.
I told myself as long as he doesn’t increase the weight I’ll do him a favor (which isn’t a favor at all, just being spiteful) and let him believe he somewhat can handle the form of Deadlifting. Second set came and he performed the same numbers. Third set comes around and he has to stack 20lbs over. During this time he was being overly confident and decides to ask, “How much you think my Max is?”
I didn’t give him full encouragement of any kind. I kept it at the 200lb range for someone who prefers mall-walking to going to the gym to grind life and aggression the fuck out. What he does? Stacks 2 45lb plates to 3 plates. With those 6 plates altogether there was no lift off and he could have really injured himself. I can say I wouldn’t want anything to happen to him on my watch. But, who am I fooling? He fucking deserves it with his foolishness.
Ultimately my thing is I would like it very much if he and if anyone one of you know someone who has an aspect of their life they’re completely in love and infatuated with to just respect them and what it is they consider to be a craft from their heart and passion. Don’t ruin it for them because that’s not what being a friend is about. Plus it speaks of a character who displays contempt for what the other person does.
It’s hard to find someone who puts forth every bit of their being into something they truly enjoy. But it’s even harder for the outside person who owns no passion but absolute bitterness to the world outside them and within to watch someone put their passion into their craft. Of course it’s an envy thing. How many people do you hear of loving exactly what it is they do in Life? Not many.
Training is to abide what is true to you/me above all (and many times over anyone). For a person to disregard a certain type of lifestyle in any form of way becomes an elite asshole for as long as I shall live and beyond.
Simple as that.