So for those of you who don't know me, I'm Burns. I used to train a lot. Like a lot lot. I stopped for about 5 years. Ate a lot of pizza and didn't do much.
Last year I got colon cancer and got lucky enough to catch it very early on so I had surgery and there doesn't seem to be any sign of it coming back. I still kind of freaked out a little bit and figured I'd train again. I did so for about 6 months, lost a bunch of weight and got some size back, but I had no real goal other than "being healthy" (which has never been a strong incentive for me). I ended up stopping in January. I've sinced gained some weight back and lately I was seeing myself fall back into the endless ups and downs of depression that plagued me for the 5 years during which I didn't train. I was a mopey mess and I swear I could've built an apartment building with the amount of pizza boxes I had.
Which brings me to my point. I can't train without something that actually motivates me. It used to be competing as a strongman, but that's now WAY out of the question. I considered training for arm wrestling competitions a while back, but it really isn't a sport with a lot of following where I'm at which means no access to a proper gym. I do however enjoy having tremendous grip strength and large manly-as-fuck forearms. So as of last week I've officially begun training again with the main goal of building back a decent looking beast-type body and a monster grip. I've also never been satisfied with my calves, so I'll be trying to achieve that ballsack calf status:
This is the first time I'll actually be training with the purpose of not competing in something. It feels really weird, but I'm still pretty motivated.