Mindless bodybuilders

Most of the times when Zeus and I hit the gym, we're slightly on the anti-social side. I met an old friend of mine (havent seen him for years) in the gym the other day. Went to say hi before starting out, and because he was getting ready for presses, i left him to it. He came occasionally to ask about what's happening, etc, but we never really got the chance to catch up.

Not that i didnt want to. I didnt mean no disrespect, i apologized when he left and told him we'd catch up another day. A time and place for everything. I just wanted to be with the weights. Or a catch up could wait til i was done.

If you're one of those i call the 'zombie lifters' (going through routines effortlessly), then you dont really have to worry about mental strength simply because, face it, you're not really lifting. Zombies just be passing time from one movement after another without breaking a sweat. A walk in the park. Get the fuck out.

Point in case: he ain't big is he?

To us, each set is a battle. Who'll win? The mindless weights? Not answering that one. It's for you. I don't lose.

We all know Arnold. Even back when he was training for Olympia, mind you, this was ages ago, he always placed emphasis on visualisation. This guy was revolutionary. He once said that you could even stimulate a pump just by using the mind. Thought it doesn't fucking mean you can slack off.

Apply that to your workouts. When we feed ourselves reasons and negative thoughts like 'oh i'm so damned tired today, i dont think i can do this'; right there; we've already lost more than half the battle. I found this out the hard way, and my figures on lifts used to fluctuate more often than not. I'm never going down that back alley again. If i really wanted to do it, i'd go all out. I'm not the guy looking at what the next person is pushing, or asking Zeus how his day had been. Wtf.

That's the reason why i don't seem too friendly during workouts. I don't mind all that, seriously, after i'm done. But during, i need all the focus, even more after an asshole-made, shit day at the nine to eight.

-Trainwreck