Me being the natural born asshole I am I find myself bagging on the new age powerlifter, I've even coined a name for them as most of you know by reading my previous rants I like to call them "powderlifters."
If you aren't up on my latest and greatest, and this is your first time, welcome to my shit show, I hope you enjoy. If you don't and you feel some hurting in your back porch well, then you're probably a "powderlifter" anyway.
I was eating sushi one day; I know surprise I was eating. While eating, I noticed two kids waiting to be seated kept staring and pointing in my direction. I was getting pissed off, but they kept looking and finally one came up and introduced himself as Kevin we shook hands and Kevin went to his table to eat. Kevin didn't get beat up that day, but if you ask him now, he knows I was heated it's hilarious in retrospect.
Flashforward Kevin and I spent the entire summer at a cool little gym named battlegrounds strength. They were cool enough to give us a key since most of our training could only be done later in the day, and usually kept us out till around midnight. We spend endless hours training and sweating our balls off Kevin was 20 I was 34, and there was no way on gods green earth I'd be out trained by a kid, and you could see that in our training it was a good formula for growth physically and mentally.
Now here's where the real stuff comes in. Kevin works a full-time construction job; he'd usually show up covered in paint or plaster and any other thing you could think of. He'd drive 45 minutes to my house, and I'd drive to the gym which was another 45 to an hour from my house depending on traffic. I have a phone filled with pics of Kevin snoring and sleeping on the way to the gym. We'd stop at the speedway and get the same burned coffee like always, and we'd train. Never and I mean NEVER has he complained or said I'm tired, I'm beat up zero excuses.
Over time I taught and still teach Kevin everything I know. You know what he does? He listens, he listens like what I say is gold I could tell him to eat 3 Kraft single slices of cheese before you bench and he would without asking why. After benching, he would ask so why the Kraft singles? This isn't a power trip it's an analogy to show he wants to learn.
Kevin is a powerlifter tried and true he has an unteachable strength called heart something most powderlifters lack, and that's why they'll fizzle out and venture into something more fitting once the "new car smell" wears off. One day I'll be 50 years old, and I'm very confident that Kevin will be in his thirties doing the same thing with his "Kevin." Passing on all the knowledge, I passed on to him that was passed down to me. I'll take one Kevin over a hundred of the donut sock wearing whackos any day.
So next time one of you wanna play devil's advocate and get on your soapbox and preach the what about the growth of the sport sermon ask yourself what you're doing and or have done to "grow" the sport. It's all about quality over quantity. #elitefts #5thset #passiton