WHAT, EXACTLY, AM I DOING HERE?
I’m just a guy who knows stuff. Who’s been there and done that. If I were older, you might call me wise, but since I’m young, I’m just a smartass or a know-it-all. That’s OK though. It’s gotten me this far, and it will continue to advance me through to old age. I try to give back to the community what I get out of it. I have gotten great direction in the past from many sources. I am always available for training, supplementation, and overall support-you just need to reach out.
I really couldn’t have done it without many resources on the internet. Maybe this place can become one of those places where people come for training advice?
When I registered for a new website (after having a disagreement of sorts with the owner of the domain I used to house my articles at), I felt a little bit of that old excitement I used to feel when I was putting together materials for my old website.
So as I was importing all of my old articles, I started thinking-What do I want this blog to be about? What will I talk about? From what perspective will I write?
WHAT DID SOUL-SEARCHING REVEAL?
Weightlifting-more specifically powerlifting-has always been one of those things I wanted to do, but never followed through on. I finally found what I needed as inspiration in order to follow through with my aspirations. I have found my way, and gotten lots of good experience through trial and error. I hope to be able to reach out to those of you who are just starting out, so that maybe you can learn from my trials, tribulations, and experience.
In the course of my writing, I may come off as a tough guy. The truth, of course, is much more complicated than that. What I really am, is someone with infallible honesty and integrity so high that I cannot possibly put you on. So if you’re getting feedback from me, you can guarantee that I’m giving you the straight dope. I don’t bullshit-not with my training, and not in my real life.
So when you’re thinking about what a hardass I am because I’m telling you to ditch the workout gloves, and the straps and the cream and sugar in your coffee, it’s not because I’m a tough guy, or a badass, or a hardass. I’m just unwaveringly honest, often to a fault.