Never Enough

What does Never Enough mean? It is fairly straight forward. One time one of my bro's asked me how strong do I want to be. He stated that he wanted to be able to bench press 405 lbs. and that would be good enough for him. My reply to him...

Never Enough. Never enough weight on the bar. Never Enough size. Never Enough sweat and hard work in the gym. Never Enough strain. Never Enough.

I will never be content. I was not blessed with great genetics (who the hell really is outside of a very select few). I might not ever have the ability to hold the world record like I am shooting for. I started later in life and was not a naturally strong person. That doesn't mean I will be content with reaching a certain mark. I may not be the strongest person there is, but it damn sure won't be due to a lack of effort in the gym and outside of it. There is nothing I won't put myself through to reach my goals.

That means separating a dozen egg whites from the yolks then scrambling them up at 5 am when I can barely open my eyes. That means constantly analyzing my training methods throughout the day. That means when I drag my ass home from work that I don't just plop down and play some video game but rather get myself back up and hit the gym. That means busting my ass once in the gym. That means whether it means throwing up, passing out, or bloodying your nose that you are going to get those lifts in.

There is a difference between those who have it and those who don't. You can see if quite apparent in the gym. Those people who go in day after day yet get no where. They talk about what they used to do. They might throw around some decent weights but when the going gets tough they crumble and go home. Compare that to the freaks in the corner.

Chalk on their hands, smacking each other in the face, a big behemoth walks up to the bar and tries to yank it off the ground. The bar goes up 5 inches but stops dead and eventually the man drops the bar to the ground. He storms away swearing at himself. He takes a small breather. Silently psyching himself up. He then clears his mind of all thoughts. He walks over to the bowel of chalk and re does his hands. Now in a zone nothing else matters to him. He see's nothing but the bar on the floor. No thoughts enter his head. He then explodes out of his shell. He begins swearing and cursing and yelling it is go time. He smacks himself so hard in the face his nose squirts out blood. He storms over to the bar and tightly grips it in his hand. Without even a seconds pause he yanks up tightening his stomach, back, and ass. The bar goes up 5 inches and starts to slow down. Instead of stopping this time though he grunts and squeezes with everything he has and keeps the bar moving. His veins are now bulging out of his neck, his eyes blood shot and trying to jump out of his skull. Finally with the last of his strength he locks out his back with the bar at the end of his arms. He just deadlifted more weight than he ever has in his life. He stands there with the bar where it is at for a second and gives a couple of cocky nods and then lets the bar go as it slams into the floor. As he walks away he stumbles for a second. He is light headed and about to pass out. He sits down for a second thinking he is about to keel over and die. As he sits there in so much pain he cannot even describe it he has never been happier. He didn't set any world or even state records, but he set his own personal record and that is all that matters.

That comes from one of my old training journals. After I finished training I wrote down how I felt through the whole thing. I really thought I was going to die at that moment and I was never so happy. I knew right then I had "it". You can't learn that or be taught that. You either have it or you don't.

If you have it then you know exactly what the fuck NEVER ENOUGH means.