It´s commonly said that young men who start to lift weights with the intention to grow bigger muscles have some kind of point to prove, they need to feel more manly, more powerful and they usually have low self-esteem. When I started out, I wanted to grow muscles too, I wanted to prove some point too I guess, but it all started because I was attracted to the discipline it took to do it. I wanted to be strong and lean and compete. Bodybuilding meant I was in charge. Me, me, me, not somebody else. And it was all up to me if I slacked or not. I really liked the fact my results relied on my discipline and patience. The first years were interesting... I bought all the American fitness magazines and since I was not that great at the level of the english language, I got a brand new stronger vocabulary because I truly wanted to get all the facts from the bodybuilders in the mecca... I remember when I struggled with the 25´s in dumbbell presses... And found 15 lbs dumbbells to be heavy for biceps curls... And I remember when I fell side ways with a very heavy loaded barbell when doing lunges so it got me scared and I did not do that movement for some time... Once I had my hair down and did incline barbell presses until I got stuck and had to either tear my shoulder or get stuck on my hair. I was too proud to ask for help so I just pulled off my piece of hair stuck and went home! Those days when I was broke being 16 and living alone I knew I had to get protein for my muscles, so often I was standing on the balcony looking at the pigeons and thought what about those... I just did not have a gun to do it. I remember the olympic weightlifting champion who showed me the big moves and asked do I really need to start with light weights? and he said no, so I did not. I went straight to the heavy work... Thanks to the cleaning stables and riding horses for hours for years...It got me some raw strength.... A few years of training and my legs were still not that lean and firm as I wanted. I showed my legs to a friend and he said oh boy this is nothing, you gotta build these wheels! and I was so frustrated because I KNEW I had some great legs there under the fat, they were just not visible yet! He did not believe me. I remember I thought my lats were fat deposits so I trained them hard, hard, hard with 20 sets of bad form pull-ups every other day to make them firmer. Whatever I did the fat kept bulging out of my tank top and I felt so gross... Until a bodybuilder told me I had some amazing lat and teres major development going on there to be 19 only. I then realized I was ON to something here... I had TALENT. And since my mom always told me I could do whatever I put my heart in to I went for it. I wanted to be a bodybuilder. And train in the mecca. It would just take a long time... I never had a female bodybuilder or fitness role model. I did not like the way they looked... Either too small or too manly. So, I looked up to Arnold for his drive. If he could do it, I could. I still remember the best compliment I ever got back then was from Skip Lacour who called me Little Arnold. This was more than 10 years ago and still I remember that... Come train with me! Click the link for program! fighterdiet/pauline-s-week
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 17:01:05 +0000
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