I was at 24 hour fitness last night becuase my girlfriend wanted to get
a fast upper body workout in and she loves playing baskatball after
words. So I go with her from time to time, I dont do anything I just
watch and talk to her, usualy I will read a book or wright some on my
lab top while I am waiting for her, or maybe get some curls in real
fast!!! Dont tell coach pendlay!!!! haha As I was sitting there
last night it hit me that I really miss bodybuilding. Now when I
played college football I was really into body building, I never did a
compitition but I was planning on doing a few before my life switched
to Olympic weightlifting over night some how. I will admit, not to
toot my own horn or anything but I was jacked baby!! I was about 225
pounds and lean and mean! There was an old school body building gym
right down the street from my little college in the middle of know
where in weed California, College of the siskyous. It was just a
little localy owned warehouse and it was bad ass. It was like you took
a time machine back to the great Arnold days of the 70’s, nothing fancy
about this gym, just a cold, run down little gym that had nothing but
some old machines , rusty bars and some broken mirrors. I was in there
everyday trainning my ass off, and half the time I didn’t know why, it
wasn’t like I wanted to compete or ever really thought about it, I just
loved it. I was addicted, I was addicted to the “pump” the feeling
after words of feeling like your skin was going to rip at any second
and your blood vessals were going to explode! I loved the world of
body building, I have made so many great friends through the sport and
made many great memories. I have great respect for all the pro’s and
the determination it takes. I sometimes think to myself where I would
be in the world of body building if I never found Olympic
weightlifting, would I still be doing it? would I be a pro yet? I
wonder could I have been one of the bests? As
I looked around at the gym I saw a few guys yelling at eachother to get
“one more rep!” as they were all hovered around the bench press. I
smiled as more memories than I can remember came to mind. When I
finaly walked out of the shiny gym, I thought to myself how glad and proud I am to be an Olympic weightlifter. How I would rather represent my country like I did at the Pan Am games, and like I will at the Olympic games than look buff. how I would rather strong than weak, how I would rather be an athlete than an Ipod wearing, sweat band rocking, cut off shirt sporting dush bag!!! JK Paris 2011 Light weight!
a fast upper body workout in and she loves playing baskatball after
words. So I go with her from time to time, I dont do anything I just
watch and talk to her, usualy I will read a book or wright some on my
lab top while I am waiting for her, or maybe get some curls in real
fast!!! Dont tell coach pendlay!!!! haha As I was sitting there
last night it hit me that I really miss bodybuilding. Now when I
played college football I was really into body building, I never did a
compitition but I was planning on doing a few before my life switched
to Olympic weightlifting over night some how. I will admit, not to
toot my own horn or anything but I was jacked baby!! I was about 225
pounds and lean and mean! There was an old school body building gym
right down the street from my little college in the middle of know
where in weed California, College of the siskyous. It was just a
little localy owned warehouse and it was bad ass. It was like you took
a time machine back to the great Arnold days of the 70’s, nothing fancy
about this gym, just a cold, run down little gym that had nothing but
some old machines , rusty bars and some broken mirrors. I was in there
everyday trainning my ass off, and half the time I didn’t know why, it
wasn’t like I wanted to compete or ever really thought about it, I just
loved it. I was addicted, I was addicted to the “pump” the feeling
after words of feeling like your skin was going to rip at any second
and your blood vessals were going to explode! I loved the world of
body building, I have made so many great friends through the sport and
made many great memories. I have great respect for all the pro’s and
the determination it takes. I sometimes think to myself where I would
be in the world of body building if I never found Olympic
weightlifting, would I still be doing it? would I be a pro yet? I
wonder could I have been one of the bests? As
I looked around at the gym I saw a few guys yelling at eachother to get
“one more rep!” as they were all hovered around the bench press. I
smiled as more memories than I can remember came to mind. When I
finaly walked out of the shiny gym, I thought to myself how glad and proud I am to be an Olympic weightlifter. How I would rather represent my country like I did at the Pan Am games, and like I will at the Olympic games than look buff. how I would rather strong than weak, how I would rather be an athlete than an Ipod wearing, sweat band rocking, cut off shirt sporting dush bag!!! JK Paris 2011 Light weight!


