Its been 2 years nearly to the week that I injured my back maxing out on deadlifts, kinda freaky to think something that completely took over my life for so long can become of so little interest to me.
I've made a bunch of attempts to get back into it, but I started back too soon after my injury and hurt myself again, got scared and left it for a good 6 months. Every time I come back to it I can't hold the dedicated pattern for more than a week or two and then it goes to half assed training and half arsed dieting.
I was talking to a friend of mine yesterday who was an amazing swimmer, when he was 12 he swam competitively in the under 18 catagory and won. We were chatting and I found out he'd given it up after going to uni - I gave him a right ear bashing for it me up on my high horse, but it wasn't till he asked "hows the weightlifting going, you entered any meets yet?" I realised how much of a hyocrite I am.
I'm not "recovering" still, that was years ago, it's not "hard to get back in the game" and saying "I have to wait untill eveythings just right to start again" because that's bullsh!t, it never will be.
Fact is, I'm lazy. Over the past two years I've got more and more lazy. Its so much easier to order a take away and slouch in front of the tv with my housemates than it is to prepare a bunch of meals and make it to the gym three times a week.
I've made a deal with my friend, I'm going back to the gym, he's going start training again, and this time next year we're both going to enter a contest of some sort, or at least be contest ready.
Look out baby, the flakes comin' home...
Lets hit the iron!