It’s morning, I am sitting up in bed wondering where my motivation has gone. Once upon a time, I was a hard charging young man. Ever since I was a kid, I would set a goal and then crush it. During my career in the Army, I use goal setting to accomplish my vision of what my career would be. Life after 45 has sapped this technique slam out of me it seems.
When I was ten years old, my dad bought my brother and I a weight bench with the old concrete weights. Daily I would lift weights, because my goal was to be strong. Mind you, it wasn’t until about 4 years later that I envisioned myself as a small version of Arnold. I would load the bar with the maximum amount of weight that I could handle, and I would grind it out. Eventually, I would load the bar with all the weight that we owned, and I would push it up until I started to shake.
As the years passed, I joined the old YMCA. The equipment was from the 1940’s but there were iron plates. I would circuit train. From one weight station to the next, I would knock out ten reps of each exercise. In my mind it was better to smash the whole body instead of one body part at a time. Through trial and error, I would finally come upon a word that I had never heard before, overtraining. My body grew even though it was exhausted. Gradually, I settled into a routine that didn’t call for the destruction of my whole body daily.
From the age of ten until I retired from the Army at 38, I had a love affair with pushing heavy weights. My motivation stemmed from the fact that not only was I in shape, but I could compete with people that weren’t in their twenties yet. Knowledge is power, and the more you know the further you can go. At 38 my lifts were: Bench Press 360 lbs, Deadlift 400, Squats 500, Military Press 185, Curls 135. That’s not to shabby for someone who was closing in on their 40’s.
So, why does it seem that mere years later that I can’t find the motivation to get out of bed this morning? It’s not like I don’t have things to do. I suppose I am going to have to suck it up this morning and just force myself out of this feathery part of heaven. Ah well, maybe my motivation will catch up with me sometime today.