- TradermanLuetnant
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Join date : 2010-03-15
Give me 12 Weeks and I will give you Awesome Body
Sun Mar 21, 2010 8:40 am
How I Got Where I Am ...
Let me tell you about me so you know where I'm coming from...
For me, it all started about 15 years ago when I was in my last year of
high school. When my gym teacher asked me to do a bench press ...
I was surrounded by 45 much bigger, much stronger guys, guys who could
all beat me into next week if they wanted, watching … waiting. Waiting
for me to fail. I knew, then and there, that nothing I did during the
next few moments would make a difference. If I tried to lift the bar,
I'd fail and get laughed at. Then again, if I didn't try, I'd get laughed at.
Either way, I would be laughed at.
A quick glance told me it was only 100 pounds balancing on both ends of that bar. Nevertheless, my fear mounted. If I couldn't lift this, it was over for me, and my life as a weakling would be permanently cemented in every jock's brain in the room, and then the story would spread through the entire school like wildfire. I took a deep
breath and gathered my courage. Here goes. I lifted with all I had. And nothing happened.
Growing more fearful, I tried again, and yet again. It was no use. I couldn't
do it. My arms trembled, the veins in my neck felt like they were going to
pop as I gave it one last Herculean try.
I felt
exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Despite my fear, no one laughed. When I dared to glance at the guys
standing there, my heart dropped. It was even worse. Laughter would have
been better than what happened next. Instead, they just looked at me with
contempt. Contempt. The kind of contempt only those who have never
experienced weakness or lack of confidence can feel. I was absolutely
devastated.
That was the worst moment of my life.
At that moment I told myself... CHANGE! And I did.
high school. When my gym teacher asked me to do a bench press ...
I was surrounded by 45 much bigger, much stronger guys, guys who could
all beat me into next week if they wanted, watching … waiting. Waiting
for me to fail. I knew, then and there, that nothing I did during the
next few moments would make a difference. If I tried to lift the bar,
I'd fail and get laughed at. Then again, if I didn't try, I'd get laughed at.
Either way, I would be laughed at.
A quick glance told me it was only 100 pounds balancing on both ends of that bar. Nevertheless, my fear mounted. If I couldn't lift this, it was over for me, and my life as a weakling would be permanently cemented in every jock's brain in the room, and then the story would spread through the entire school like wildfire. I took a deep
breath and gathered my courage. Here goes. I lifted with all I had. And nothing happened.
Growing more fearful, I tried again, and yet again. It was no use. I couldn't
do it. My arms trembled, the veins in my neck felt like they were going to
pop as I gave it one last Herculean try.
I felt
exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Despite my fear, no one laughed. When I dared to glance at the guys
standing there, my heart dropped. It was even worse. Laughter would have
been better than what happened next. Instead, they just looked at me with
contempt. Contempt. The kind of contempt only those who have never
experienced weakness or lack of confidence can feel. I was absolutely
devastated.
That was the worst moment of my life.
At that moment I told myself... CHANGE! And I did.
Here the place :
EVERY MUSCLE
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