
Originally Posted by
Igifuno
just took a stroll down memory lane. I'm on a pc looking at this site for the first time in forever, so I spent some time surfing the old pages of this thread.. crazy that we're coming up on three years, so many posts, so much life changing advice, and so great to see so many of the original posters still here. On the other hand, I wonder what happened to some great guys like capebuffalo, Java, cuz, giggle, AD, and more. Along the same lines, I found this post that I made (post 7375 on 11/21/13) that I wanted to repost. This was a poem, kind of, that I felt compelled to post - I recall I was at my heaviest weight (around 220lbs), and being 5'6'' it was pretty uncomfortable and tough, at times, to move around... lol.. blast from the past right here, enjoy: When You Wonder Why - A Statement by Igifuno Dedicated to the Members The question, why? It often finds its way into my head. When I've eaten so much, I can barely bend over to tie my shoes, in the shower, when I forget to bring in the shower brush and I can't reach the back of my neck or any part of my back, or my ass crack. Through all the injuries I've sustained from training: a herniated disk, countless pulled muscles, extreme soreness and stiffness after intense training and when it hurts just to move. Why? Why do this to your body? Why put yourself through these things that will likely result in some sort of long term physical infirmity? Wouldn't being an endurance athlete be easier? I would be more agile, have more stamina, there is less risk. I would save a ton of money on a variety of gear, food and supplements needed to sustain this mass I could be killing myself to build. Why do this when I know that, no matter what level I achieve in this sport, it will NEVER be good enough.. .why do I chase it? Why? The reason why is not always clear, and not to be understood by most, but what is clear is that I have made a commitment. A commitment to my body, and soul. We are warriors of the iron, and the same as a warrior is committed to the battlefield knowing he may return with permanent injury or worse, we are committed to the onslaught that we intentionally engage in, in an effort to chase greatness, and once achieved, to chase immortality. We do this in our sanctuaries, the sanctuaries of iron. We are on a never-ending quest. In the moments when I am in the sanctuary and have put my muscles through hell, the blood pumping through the muscle belly, back pumps so severe I could easily crawl into a fetal position and cry, when progress is made either thought heavier weight or the mirror, when I enter into The Diary and share battle stories with fellow warriors, learn and apply new effective techniques that I bring to the battlefield, it is during these times when clarity is reached and I realize, this is why. This... is why.