Below is a chop out of my inbox. Sometimes I randomly I vomit out something I want to keep around. Want to ask a question? Sign-up here. You’ll get emails from my personal inbox, and you can reply away. Q: Hi Ant. You change my perspective of fitness and nutrition. […] I will use my only [...]
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Q: Hi Ant. You change my perspective of fitness and nutrition. […] I will use my only question to ask you: how can you endure your training with the work, the passion, the girls, etc.?
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Training keeps me grounded. Maybe it’s a discipline thing, meaning that by showing myself I have the discipline to train and change my body, I then have the discipline to do other things. Or control. I think control is a biggie, too. Like control over impulses and feeling like you are in charge of life. (Even though I’m philosophically leaning towards free will being a lie.)
The human body is amazing, and I’ve always been fascinated with how it works. There’s a computer geek side to this. Some people enjoy modding cars or computers. I enjoy modding my body. I enjoy the idea of being able to create yourself. Putting something or building something that otherwise wouldn’t be there. I think this is why I enjoyed art so much when I was little (and why I actually was one inch away from going to school for art…it was a big passion of mine).
How does an artist lock himself in a room and paint all day? How does a violinist play for hours? How does a comedian suffer through countless terrible performances in tiny comedy clubs with zero recognition (perhaps even disgust feedback) before getting big?
My body has been on my mind since 5th grade. There’s a screw loose somewhere. Won’t deny that. But most people in history you remember (worth remembering) have a screw loose. Loose enough to stand for (or want) something abnormal. Not saying I’m someone to remember, but if you don’t have a screw loose, then you’re just an average person. Average people aren’t remembered.
I never cared to chase girls. I have a girlfriend. Had one for a while. I’ve had many jobs. Retail junk. Interning with sports teams. Teaching. Writing. But the job doesn’t matter because it’s always about coming back to the thing that grounds me.
I should also note: nothing in the rules says it’s easy. I try finding a reason to quit every day. When I worked retail and unloaded trucks and lugged boxes of furniture and chairs up and down a ladder by myself during 5AM shifts, my feet would hate me. I’d come home and collapse. My feet hated me almost universally when I worked at a stock boy, come to think of it…
It’s really easy for me to find reasons to quit. I find reasons just about every day. But, on good days, I find ways to ignore them.
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