LiftinLarge
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I'm at a stage of my life where,taking a step back, I've noticed that powerlifting and the goal of getting strong as fuck has consumed me.
If I'm not lifting, I'm either youtubing pl videos, finding better ways to execute lifts, etc, thinking about lifting or even dreaming about lifting. That's just retarded.
It has come to the stage where my wife has complained that I PL 24/7, which is kinda true. If I'm not doing it real life, then I'm doing it virtually.
I dunno. Sometimes I wonder whether all this obsession is worth it, risking injury, and even if I do eventually become strong as fuck, so what? Where to from here? There's no end goal in sight.
I have been consumed more or less by the iron bug. Maybe I should take some time off to enjoy the finer things in life?
What are your thoughts?
If I'm not lifting, I'm either youtubing pl videos, finding better ways to execute lifts, etc, thinking about lifting or even dreaming about lifting. That's just retarded.
It has come to the stage where my wife has complained that I PL 24/7, which is kinda true. If I'm not doing it real life, then I'm doing it virtually.
I dunno. Sometimes I wonder whether all this obsession is worth it, risking injury, and even if I do eventually become strong as fuck, so what? Where to from here? There's no end goal in sight.
I have been consumed more or less by the iron bug. Maybe I should take some time off to enjoy the finer things in life?
What are your thoughts?