Greetings. This blog is going to
serve as a way for me to track my progress down the salubrious path to my
weight lifting goals. For the humans
other than myself who are reading this, you may be asking, “and just what are those
goals?” Well, there’s actually just one
at this point in time. My goal is to
reach a cumulative 1-rep max of 1000 lbs in the three big powerlifting
movements: Squat, bench press, and deadlift.
Notice how clever my blog title seems now. Alas.
Why is this my goal? I’m not
entirely sure, but I like goals, and it seems like a decent choice. It’s certainly not unobtainable, and certainly
not trivial. On a deeper level, I’m
doing this because in the last six months or so, I've really gotten into this
stuff. I've always been into some sort
of physical activity and exercise. In
Middle School and High School I was a very competitive cross country mountain
bike racer, to the point where I was nationally ranked as an 18 year old, fully
sponsored on a national level team, and training to turn pro. Then college happened, and I decided to be
social and maximize fun and merriment instead of being a disciplined
athlete. I had lifted weights in the off
season to supplement my racing training, and during college I lifted multiple
times a week. Since a post-college
lull, I've been lifting consistently about four and a half years. However, until earlier this year I always did
whatever I felt like, rather than following any sort of program. For some reason still unknown to me, about
six months ago I started reading up on weight lifting, body building, proper
nutrition, exercise science, and the like.
There was definitely a snowball effect as the more knowledge I got, the
more I craved. It’s interesting
stuff! I started a simple novice program
in my small apartment gym and coupled that with finally eating right (“right”
for the purpose of supporting my weight lifting endeavors, at least). In the first four months I made more progress
than I had in the previous four years of just “doing whatever” and eating what
I thought was a decent diet. I went from
roughly 150 to 170 pounds without much noticeable fat gain, and I was lifting quite
a bit more than I ever had. But at this
point my apartment gym had outlived its usefulness, and it was time to finally
get back in a real gym. That brings us
to today.
That was probably more detail than anybody cared to read, but aren't you happy you know so much more about me now?
Note: If you answered “no”, then you are probably a mean-spirited
individual and I’m glad I wasted the last minute of your life. You will never, ever get that time back. But this has indeed been far too long of an
intro post, so I’ll end this nonsense now.
Good day to you.