Why I Lift Weights - Part 1
The subject of lifting weights is hands down one of the most meaningful aspects of my life. It is particularly difficult to fully articulate and put into words, but I’m going to do my best. Over the past 25+ years, I have accumulated several reasons for why I lift weights, and the process continues to evolve.
Initially, I started lifting weights because it is what my first real idol in my life loved to do. This is my grandfather, Frank Boone. He loved lifting weights and being strong, and needless to say I fed off of his mindset and carried into my own life. I knew that he wanted me to experience the feeling of being undoubtedly strong and built like no other man in town. He didn’t ever come out and say this to me necessarily, but he did talk about other guys around town and how big or strong they were. This served as a source of motivation for me to be bigger and stronger than them one day. Even at the age of 12, 13, and 14 years old, this motivated me and flooded my thoughts, which ultimately helped them come true.
Then, it evolved to not only keeping all of those items in mind, but also adding in the confidence factor. This is something I became addicted to because it is a direct byproduct. In my teen years I had decent athletic ability, which helped feed my performance, strength, and confidence in whatever I was pursuing. With many kids today having self esteem issues, these points are vital because when someone is in their early development years, it can increase or decrease their quality of life. I think I took to this subject matter quickly because I had figures such as my grandfather and father in my life. My grandfather was big and strong, and even though my dad was a smaller man, he also looked well put together when I was at a young age. I observed the way both these men carried themselves and went about their business, and it’s something I aspired to mirror.
When I was in high school I was smaller, so I knew that I was going to have to make up for it with being stronger than most. This is exactly what happened, and I honestly think it is because many underestimated my strength due to my size. I always would rather be the underdog, and I am fine used to it. In high school I had some issues, but I believe the weights kept me out of the real trouble. Lifting became my refuge to turning what I call an “angry youth” into something more positive. If kids at school would piss me off or I was mad about something with my father, I would channel that anger into the weights and the heavy bag. I wasn’t always so smiley and fun to be around, and I had my challenges at certain times throughout my life. I was constantly always trying to navigate my way through the bullshit of being a teen, and trying to find a way out of my situation. Lifting weights was always there for me to turn to so I could maintain a level head to help me dream of doing something bigger.
I dreamed of being on the cover of the magazines, being wealthy one day, and lifting weights as a profession. Where I’m from, no one in their right mind thought this was remotely possible. Lifting itself has evolved extensively over the years, and when I became 18, it seemed to be my way out. My future with it was definitely unclear, but if I could discover that path out of the valley, I knew that I would be successful with it. I was confident in my ability because I flat out love it and it is my passion in life. So, how did I know that it was my passion? The reason I am so sure that it is my passion is because it is the only thing I could fully concentrate on, the only thing that I actually want to read about, and the only thing that I wanted to increase my ability with. I uncovered the path to how I could mesh these two to make a career out of it, and now I am living out my dream.
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