Modern times have brought many conveniences into the way that we carry out our lives, however, things can move much faster now. I know that I had often heard, when I was younger, to treasure being young because adulthood would bring many new responsibilities into my life. I thought that being a grown up wouldn’t be so much different from the life that I was used to, I was wrong on that one. It is no surprise that we all we have to do, staying busy is the norm and living a worry free life is almost non-existent. Weightlifting is not something that many connect to being stress-free but, looking closer at this hobby, things aren’t always what they seem!
Early Anger Issues Led to My First Time Pumping Iron
I remember that I would be the guy known for having a short fuse. I have had a temper problem for as long as I can remember. In all seriousness, the temper problems I had became harder to control over time. My rage would get so mad that if I was set off, I could really be fuming in anger and not know what I would do next. At first, I began using a punching bag that was at a friends house. While I really enjoyed the feeling of being able to hit a bag, I needed more to do, I wanted to have a benefit. I was never a big fan of doing something and it not bringing me something practical by doing it, a reward of sorts. As I started to figure out a hobby, something clicked in my head and I knew I wanted to try weightlifting.
Not wanting to compete, instead I wanted to lift some weights for my personal gains. I didn’t care that I couldn’t use it as a sport, or sign up for any team. The friend didn’t want to lift with me so I started the process all on my own. I would dare to say that I learned more about myself and my personal limits in that first month, than I would have doing any other hobby. During this time, I was starting a new job and still taking some college level courses, leaving me with a heavy load of work on my back. Determined to keep committed to my weightlifting, I found that I wasn’t as stressed out as I thought I would be. Shockingly, the determination and adherence to a schedule that I had picked up from lifting weights regularly had transformed itself into other aspects of my world.
You could believe that this feeling I had was just timing. It seems easy to believe that I could have just turned into a grown up one day and never realized it but it gets weirder than that. You see, in periods of my life where my workload has been at its highest, I would have no choice but to ditch the weights for a month or two. During those dark times, my mood would be bad and my fuse would be shorter than it had been in a long time. It was common for me to just be in a very cranky mood, where lashing out behind closed doors wouldn’t be uncommon. I suppose that I have always had an element of a short temper and weightlifting has been and will always be the one thing I can count on to get me through a tough day. De-stressing by pumping some iron and having an outlet for the anger and rage that can happen in our lives is a great part of being alive!