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“It’s not me versus you, it’s me versus me. You’re just in my way.”
Assuming victory instills a sense of arrival. Once you “arrive,” you stop moving. As I’ve said before, the intelligent ones understand the hard truth of the perpetual path. The sooner you swallow that large, dry pill, the better.
As our allies at Gym Jones warn, “competing in the gym can take the intelligence out of training.”
If your charge is to plank for max time, this does not mean that you should last three seconds longer than your closest “competitior,” and consider your effort satisfactory, or even sufficient to qualify as true effort. This means that you damn well better plank for as long as it takes to get good and fucked up in your head in furious argument with that all-too-familiar voice which seems to appear out of nowhere when you actually begin to make “progress.”
The only person in your head when you train should be you. It should make little difference whether you’re surrounded by dozens of people in a well-mirrored, well-lit “fitness club” or you’re completely alone in a small, filthy basement lit by one lightbulb. These factors are irrelevant. Your degree of effort should be exactly the same because it’s no one else’s destiny in your hands but yours. Sink or swim, fuckers. Your days of being mothered and fathered are OVER. The universe doesn’t give a fuck about anyone.
By my reckoning, the real advancement occurs not on my clipboard in numbers and times, and not in the values displaced on that day, but instead it manifests in the form of a true and honest fight with YOURSELF to reach a little deeper than you did the day before that, and the day before that. This ongoing effort in earnest changes the look in your eyes. Swallow the pill. Examine and judge your so-called peers. Count how many others quietly carry that driven, determined spinal strength in their eyes. Count how many take a real inventory of their weaknesses and really do what it takes to shore things up. You know how many I can count?
NOT MANY.
There are far too many people just going through the motions, expecting something to come from nothing (care to know if you’re judged to be one of the fakers? Go ahead and ask, but don’t be surprised when I tell you the truth to your face. I’ll take the ugly truth over a pretty lie any day of the week, and I don’t hold a fucking thing back). Their sense of entitlement will eventually be their undoing. Good. Better them than me. The more of them who disappear, the less competition there is for food, resources and parking spots.
DEFEND, REGROUP, COUNTERATTACK,
Rob
