*The Issue Of Motivation

There comes a time in every man’s life when he will lose his motivation. It might be due to personal issues, or the exigencies of life, sickness, injuries, or other assorted bullshit. This is not a time to sit back and reassess and hem and haw and wring your hands. This is a time when you have to fucking dig deep, figure your shit out, and forge the fuck ahead.

Right now, I’ve got a problem. Though I didn’t manage to get it on film, a fact for which I am tremendously apologetic, as it would have been hilarious. I was doing BTN presses in a power rack that sandwiched me between the rack and a massive, hulking, retarded fucking vertical leg press that is a waste of fucking metal and currently holds the title of being the bane of my existence. In any event, I was probably on my tenth or twelfth single with 315, feeling the flow, working my magic, powering through the piss-poor performance of my injured left tricep, when I missed a rep, blasted myself in the back of the head on the decent of the rep. I caught the weight low, and then dropped my head and tried to dump the weight forward, so as to not rip my arms out of the sockets. As I shoved it forward, I shoved myself backward, slamming my weak link HARD into that dumbass vertical leg press. Since that incident two weeks ago, I’ve been mocked regularly for my retarded antics, in addition to the fact that I’ve refused to stop lifting, haha.

So, since that incident, my elbow has been nearly constantly swollen and pained, and it’s left me pretty much incapable of doing pressing movements of any utility. As such, I’ve been hitting legs and deadlifts pretty fucking hard, which has resulted in my upper back cramping pretty much constantly.

Know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna take time off. That seems to be working well for the entire country, fat motherfuckers that they are.

I lie. I’m going to keep lifting, essentially the same way that I’ve been doing it, with an effort to increase my loading in other spots to compensate for the lack of loading on my pressing movements. Why would I do this? Because this is what men have done since time immemorial, and I’m damn sure not going to let down the people who managed to spread their genetic material through random acts of manliness and brutality by acting like a total pussy.

More than exercise selection, however, I’ve had to deal with the issue of maintaining my motivation in the face of a stack of injuries. The injuries themselves are frustrating enough, and exercise selection is a huge pain in the ass, but my issue really lies in the fact that I’m frustrated as hell with the fact that my efforts to circumvent my injuries with other exercises have led to constant cramping in my back and legs. So, what to do?

I’m going to man the fuck up. I’m eating more, sleeping more, and still hitting the gym six times a day. Furthermore, I’m reading a book that is filling me with a desire to man the fuck up, and I highly recommend it, especially if you liked my deevolution blog.
Postscript:

Apparently, I pumped myself the fuck up with the creation of this entry, because today’s workout consisted of 48kg kettlebell hammer curls supersetted with close grip bench press, for an hour and a half, and my elbow feels fucking fantastic right now (literally, not sarcastically).
Close Grip BP
1x10x135
1x1x225
5x1x275
10x1x315
4x2x315
1x3x315
1x5x315
1x1x335
1x1x345
1x1x355
1x1x365
1x1x375 fail

Nearly every set was supersetted with kettlebell hammer curls with the 24, 36, and 48 kg bells.