No Such Thing As Finished
Mid August. Shit, where did the time go. It seems like yesterday that we were just setting our goals and getting our plans in order and starting out on this journey. Now here we are towards the end of the 2018 push. Did you meet your goals? No. Of course you didn’t. Neither did I.
The important thing about goals which we need to all remember is that we never attain them. If we get anywhere near the benchmark we set for ourselves we will, without a doubt, move the goal posts. This is a forever moving line and from the minute we picked up the iron we knew we would never be satisfied.
Arnold inventing the gym selfie and looking at all his flaws and weaknesses.
What I suggest we do is start comparing ourselves to our former selves. I am as guilty as anyone of comparing myself to others. Even hypothetical people I have never met and vaguely realize exist seem somewhat stronger and fitter than me in my head. Why is this? One reason is that we are on a constant push towards self improvement. The fact that we constantly push towards self improvement means there is never a moment where we are happy with what we are. Because of this, everyone else will always seem somehow better. It is a frightening pathology that is common in bodybuilders and I have written about before.
Even Arnold, in his prime, looked in the mirror and say a “piece if shit.” Well today, August 8, I have a midweek challenge for all you guys out there who are constantly striving to be better and constantly pushing and freaking out about it not happening. Stop. Stand up tall today. In fact, stand up tall all week. This whole year we have pushed ourselves to the bring in ways that other people can’t imagine. Sometimes it is necessary just to stop and be proud. Are you less muscular than you want to be? That 6 pack not fully evolved? You have some love handles that aren’t burned out yet? Fine. But today remember who you are….you are a fucking savage beast. You put in the work. It is the last month of season. Let’s enjoy the hard work we did and how we carved ourselves.
In the end we are self made men. We are the sculptor and the sculpture. Sometimes it is nice to just stand back and admire our work. We can go back to obsessing next week. For now, go take your shirt off in a park, look in a mirror and smile and truly let yourself feel like the great man you have worked to become.
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