The bar is racked for the night and I wade through the multitude of gun pumping bodybuilders, my propped pumped quads struggling to move me forward.
I felt tight tonight but I hit my numbers, 3x10 on work sets then 5x5 on 2 second pause squats (exhaling in the bottom position). Finished with Push press followed by Pendlay rows. I would have loved to do more but that was it. Hit my number, nothing more, nothing less.
As I leave i watch a bodybuilder in his early twenties, physique unnaturally swollen and I wonder what he will look like at 44. I know already...he won't train. The inevitability of natural training that will be required at some point will not sustain him. His time in the sun will pass to quickly but in the meantime he is enjoying the ride swollen to extremes doing high rep quarter range movements.
I smile knowing that I am healthy, alive and maintaining the natural order of things. Perhaps I am being harsh, frankly I don't care what you take or how you justify it. But, there is always a but!
But at some point my world, my little daughter will grow up and when I am still chasing my silly masters totals in ten more years she at some point, inevitably will look me in the eye and ask me if I used drugs. I will have no trouble looking into those baby blues that I have never nor will ever lie to and tell her of course not.
It's hard to live a good life and be a good example if you make a concession. Each concession erodes you incrementally, reduces your capacity to provide an example to others. How will you justify your actions I wonder? Maybe you think its a small point and there are justifications, but I sleep well.
Regardless I live, I lift, I love and I am natural.
Stay Strong
Thomo
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