Ever since starting on CC, I'm continually plagued by my aspirations of muscular bodacity. Since time immemorial (well... 20 years at least) I've wanted to be big. I wanted to be a superhero. Or at least a reasonable facsimile.
Problem 1: I chose the wrong parents. My genetic construction is not tall, or muscular. These are 2 pivotal qualities in being super-heroic.
Problem 2: I'm actually rather lazy. I look for shortcuts and easy fixes. I like immediate gratification. This lends itself very easily to getting on some type of gear. But...
Problem 3: I'm convinced I need to do it "naturally". Sheesh, what a combination!
Anyway, all is not lost. After years of living in denial I've decided to finally get on with it. Either that, or I've developed a fear of my own mortality and am trying to wind back the clock. So, true reasons notwithstanding, here are the decisions:
1: Pick a goal. Ultimate bodacity is not a goal, it's a state. Defined by qualities. I will simply develop some of those qualities.
2: Pick a plan. I've done it all. HIT, Super Slow, Split Routine, Full-body. I've done high volume and high intensity. But for a long time I had ADD. I jumped around so many times I was the training equivalent of a junkie.
I made good progress on 531. A solid plan. I have just moved country, and my equipment is currently occupying space in a 3rd world shipping facility. I have no idea when I'll see it. Which led me to CC. Achieve goals, make progress, and no need for equipment. The CC train, however, will not allow me to disembark until it is done.
Patience. Perseverance. These will be my guiding thoughts.
Will I get back to lifting iron again? For sure. But only after I wring all the juice out of my current program. As long as that might take.
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