Here we are, Day 2 of 30. Wow, I am actually doing this damn thing. I woke up this morning and realized the commitment I have made for the next 28 days now. Thank you all for your positive feedback, it means the world that I have a handful of people who find value in my words.
Today’s blog is my 7am rant after doing my morning scroll through Instagram and seeing corny fitness post after fitness post. I have wanted to express my thoughts on a platform where I know I can receive some valuable feedback if you don’t agree with me. Maybe it’s my own ego that delivers the content for this rant, but I feel there is some great context that can serve us all. I usually don’t share my rants as they simply just take up space in my notes because after reading most of them I find some sort of fault in my words and a way to change my perspective to become a better man. You can find out a lot about yourself by reading objectively the thoughts you write. These blogs are a major tool for me to become a better man. Thank you for being part of this journey…
“No, I don’t wear the hottest trending fitness clothes when I work out. No, I don’t have the freshest kicks and look the coolest while doing bicep curls inside the squat rack. I let my hair get un-tapered and my beard and mustache get scruffy. But who cares what you look like when pushing around weight and training to achieve goals that at one point scared you. There are no extra points for style if your looks don't match the work.
I’ve never been fancy. I’ve always trained in old, torn up gear.
Cause that’s just who I am. I lace up and get the work done. I don’t train to look good, or to look good doing it. Maybe it’s the wrestler within that knows what it’s like to be in a grimy old wrestling room, sweating, trying to enforce your will on another man exhausting yourself on all levels to score a single point. Maybe my mashed ears are a dead giveaway. Maybe I’m crazy, twisted, and a few screws loose.
Or maybe, this is just who I am.
I love the pain. I love the hurt. I love the grind, the sweat, the dirt. I’m not the worlds best, fastest, strongest, smartest, or hardest working, my best attribute is my love and passion for the game.
I’ve been at this game much longer than most... I started working out and lifting weights at age 6. I was taught from a young age the laws of training if I seeked the outcomes I spoke boldly of. I watched my parents set an example of hard work and a hunger to push yourself passed what you thought possible. They were never worried about their new shoes getting scuffed or their lulu lemon legging getting ruined, they just worked. And that’s my message today, WORK.
Those tights are sweet, I’ll admit. We are coming out with some sweet women's leggings that you will absolutely love and I suggest you purchase. Your shoes are pretty cool too, I just lucked out and found a sweet old pair of Converse in my closet to wear at the gym, and I recently upgraded my gym wardrobe to two Fueled Supplements sleeveless hoodies, but where is your passion?
Where is that relentless drive to be great?
Before you purchase our tights just realize that our leggings or your $100 spandex isn’t gonna do shit for you if you don’t have a real answer to this question. Everyone out here buying shit to fit the trend, but when is the trend going to be WORK?
When is someone going to speak with some transparency and shake things up a little. I’m not saying not to go buy gear, buy as much as you want. I’m saying get yourself a “why” and a reason with intention ready to WORK and get ugly before stepping into any training facility.
I find myself leading a company in a trending industry and I view it all in such a different perspective. When you spend your entire life in a wrestling room surrounded and coached by the best wrestlers in the world, you see things that set the bar and standard for what hard work means. I am still in awe of the national level competitors and how hard they train for a short 6 minutes of glory. Go into an Olympic level practice and watch how looks, style, and pretty is thrown out the window. These guys, and women, WORK. They just work.
You, and, I, may never be able to train at this level physically, but, we can apply this same work ethic to our lives. I know what it’s like to tip toe quietly through life. I know what’s it’s like to want to have the image of being something when you’re really not living it. I’ll admit it. But that’s not who I am today, and that’s not who you have to be.
If you have made the decision to take charge of your life, in all areas, having dialed in your nutrition, training, finances, relationships, and personal care, don’t just look the part, be the part. It’s not flashy. I know sometimes I make it look flashy but when you seek results it takes WORK. Your dream body, lifestyle, partner, and career takes an undeniable amount of work that isn’t pretty.
And did I mention work? WORK EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. I wake up every day and do the same thing over and over and over again because I know with time, consistent action, and a hell of a lot of hard work, one day, maybe not tomorrow, not next week, or even next year, I’ll “get there” and you can too.
If that all ties in and you can find the relevance, great. Be careful who you view as experts and guru’s on your journey. There are a lot of people who just want to sell you shit. I don’t care if you buy a single Fueled Supplements product. I’m here to deliver my no bullshit, sometime biased, opinion, because thats the beauty of living in America and having the power of free speech...
I’m going to change pace tomorrow and slow down with the RAH RAH rants and maybe tell my favorite childhood story? More RAH RAH Josh!? Or, talk about love, fitness, nutrition, sex, you tell me?
Man, this blogging thing feels good.
Am I doing this thing right? haha not that it matters, I'm having fun :)