I Just Lift To Lift

This post has been a long time coming, ah the reminiscing :

“I just lift to lift.”

Often I’d be asked what I was training for…

Powerlifting?

Do you intend to compete?

Unless I’m near a world record…I just lift to lift.

I like to lift.

I don’t give a damn about some referee’s or the internet’s opinion on my form, methodology, etc.

I like to lift, and I just lift to lift.

If I want to hit a certain number I very likely will mad dash towards it.

I may hit it, I may get bored and stop, goals will last as long as they last, and regardless I just lift to lift.

Whatever gym I walk into, commercial, powerlifting, bodybuilding, hole in the wall, planet fitness…I’m the odd ball, and why, because…I just lift to lift.

It’s not calisthenics, bodybuilding, powerliftering, weightlifting, or strongman…I just lift to lift

I’ll play…with whatever is there. A (real waterlogged) log in the water I’ll shoulder and try to push press, I’ll pick up the heavy kb and bottoms up press, I’ll balance on a bosu ball, walk while rolling a PVC pipe, max out the “bad girl” machine for sets of 50+, jump across that mat, try to one arm pushup, copy the guy doing standing ab wheel rollouts, or deadlift “cold”, to name a few. I play, and I just lift to lift.

It’s so unorthodox that it intrigues and simultaneously causes discomfort…

What are you training for!

“Dude, I’d like to train with you, but I can never actually tell what it is that you’re training” – a word for word quote

“I am the antitheses of bodybuilding”, a statement I once made hanging around talking at a gym one night, and you know what
…I just lift…to lift.

I’m not any of those groups, I may incorporate bits of all of them. I may improvise, or make it up.

It doesn’t need to make sense, though to me it does.

When I lift…I just lift to lift.

It’s terribly fun this way…my way.

I just lift to lift.