I can get a great workout anywhere.
I can train with anything.
“I wish you’d go to a real gym, not planet fitness”, he says to me.
It’s a sentiment I’ve had expressed to me repeatedly.
That was from a former coworker the other day when we ran into each other – he’d like to get into working out, particularly with me as a training partner, and my buddy – the one I trained with 364/365 days a year with for about 18 months has repeatedly said the same.
“Will you train for strongman” another guy says to me, and heck I’ve had college chicks tell me that they view pf as limited.
Me? I can train anywhere.
I crossed the threshold for “needing” equipment/a gym/whatever a long time ago.
I train wherever I am, with whatever I have.
Thank you LV age 20/21!
A duffle bag filled with sand, a rock, a wok, sledgehammer, a pullup bar, a barbell empty or heavy, the hotel’s or apartment’s fitness room, playground equipment, any gym, myself as equipment – it’s all good.
“Man, North Carolina was the shit”, the former coworker says to me, and it was – I had a blast on that trip, delivering a home to Charlotte.
If I hadn’t volunteered to go I’d have never ran a 40m dash on Sprint Drive.
Sprint Dr – it’s a story :
Carlisle, PA – I did dip odyssey dips at it’s pf, and while there was cussed out by a 70ish woman for asking to use the dip bar as she took long rests on the ab/leg raise portion of the piece of equipment before she stormed off (mission accomplished, though not as intended), and ran that 40 walking back to the hotel.
Stories – we must make them.
“Oh, I watched blah blah”, that’s not a story.
“Dude, yesterday I ___”, that’s a story!
Fill In The Blank Example :
“During last year’s lockdown I’d go for 5-8 mile bike rides each day, and set it up so that near the end I got to bomb downhill faster than I could peddle shirtless on my bike!”
What did you do?
You best not watch, that ain’t living!
Often I think to myself “there’s a whole wide world of opportunity, and you’re wasting every available moment at a fucking screen!”
I can’t live like that. I’ve chosen not to.
I could’ve watched porn – nope not living, so I didn’t.
I have to train. Daily.
Even if that’s naught but reversion to nightly pushups.
More and more I think to myself about how much more world opens up to you if you’re willing to but drive 20-30 minutes each direction.
Man, you’ve got to live.