Memories of Time

First off, I would like to thank everyone for checking out my page. If you’re looking for brief fitness, nutritional, and motivational tips, you’ve come to the right place. I’m happy to be here and I’m more than happy to have you here. My goal is simple, and it’s to bring out the best in everyone who follows me. It’s going to take time, effort, and commitment, and that can be a struggle. However, is there anything on this Earth worth having if there is no struggle? I like to call it humbling, and I’m very humbled to be here today, doing just this. Note the title of this article, Memories of Time. What does this mean? Well, Memories of Time to me means looking back at my past struggles, twists, turns, starts, stops, sputters, and stalls. For most of us, this will happen early and often. The good news is if we never give up and believe we will accomplish what we once thought impossible, success will come. If you think you’ve tried everything to succeed and still haven’t done so, really look back and be honest with yourself in how many different strategies you’ve undergone. Many of us believe we tried everything but in reality, we’ve only scratched the surface. My first article is simple, and it’s going to give a brief overview of what I like to call a fitness life.

Why are you not reaching your goals? Before you answer this question, I want to really take this opportunity to relate this question to you, because I’m sure we can find common ground. We’ve all set goals for ourselves at one time or another, fitness related or not. Sure, I have fitness goals, but I also have life goals. Sometimes they intertwine, sometimes they don’t. Most are in my control, but few have been put in the hands of others. Fitness-wise, the goals are in my own hands. Life-wise, many are still in my hands, but some are now out.

When someone sees me, it’s usually a stereotypical description of a fitness fanatic. Many see a guy who is shredded, especially in the arms and shoulders. They see a young, soon to be twenty-six-year-old with chiseled cheekbones, mainly clear, healthy skin, thick, wavy hair, and an athlete. Awesome, because this is what I want them to see, and I’ve succeeded in doing so. However, let’s be completely honest here. Am I still a work in progress? Yes. Would I look like this if I didn’t have a chip on my shoulder every day? No, not at all. Look, I’m a guy who graduated in 2009 but the majority of people believe my graduation year was somewhere between 2012 and 2014. Seriously, I typically get nineteen or twenty in favor of my chronological age. But I just mentioned something none of you may have guessed I had, and that is a massive boulder I carry on my shoulder day in and day out. It is a rock so large that it severely weighs me down every single time I finish a workout, because I always feel as if I should have done more. And here’s a fun fact, if the land on which we live really is billions of years old, most rocks have been around for just as long. Yet, even if our world is thousands of years old, these rocks have still been around over the course of time. Regardless of your beliefs on how all came to be, what I’m pointing out is that a rock is ageless, and although they relocate and change form, they never truly go away. What you see is a guy who is in shape and looks athletic, but what you don’t see is how all came to be. Whether you’re the biblical type, a scientific type, or a combination of the two, we all have our ideas on how everything came to be. However, I want you to learn on how I came to be, from a standpoint of my fitness life.

For starters, I was never picked for sports, unless it were the last round of a playground pick-up game or if the sport I desired to play didn’t have enough players to get rid of before the season began. So, it looks like I’m not athletic after all, right? Well, I am athletic, but I didn’t realize this until a few years back. Why was this? In all honesty, it was my peers in grade school and middle school already making up their minds about what I was. In other words, they told me what I was and what I wasn’t. In the sixth grade, I remember a friend telling me I would never last in seventh grade football. I wanted to prove him wrong, but I failed. I quit after eight days of practice. I didn’t make a single sports team in middle school, though I did try to go out for them. Why was that? Any time I told someone I could make a cut, I was laughed at. The seed of doubt was planted in my head, and I proved everyone else right. Not only did I get down on myself for my own failures, just imagine facing those in the coming days whom I proved were correct in their assumptions about me. Middle school can be a hard time for just about anyone who may not fit in. For those trying to fit in, it was even worse, as I would be ridiculed for my failures. Also, it didn’t help that my grades were just good enough to pass into the next grade. It’s not that I wasn’t smart, it was the assumption that if I couldn’t succeed in one thing, I wouldn’t be able to succeed in anything that required the slightest ounce of discipline. Not only was I a laughingstock in terms of athleticism, which I did possess, but was told I didn’t and believed my doubters, but I couldn’t even make an honors list for that same reason. The doubt was growing in my mind.

So, if you thought the above paragraph was bad, and it is, let’s add some fuel to this mini-memoir. My cousin, also one of my best friends to this day, was athletically academically gifted. Oh, and we were also in the same grade. His friends looked up to him more than almost anyone else in the grade, and even people he didn’t interact with on a regular basis loved him. Think about others, who knew we were cousins, constantly compare the two of us, in front of me. He was the leader, and I was the sidekick who wouldn’t have had many real friends at all if it weren’t for him. Want a comparison? Right, so let’s go back to my eighth-grade year in 2004 at Stanton Middle School, and let’s begin with me, since I’ve already introduced myself. I wore these larger glasses, had a face covered in acne (seriously), had rounded shoulders, a skinny-fat build, no confidence, and I typically dressed in overlarge t-shirts and wore rather baggy jeans. Again, I played no sports since I could neither make a team nor find playing time if I were on a roster and I was never part of any honor society. Nice, right? Alright, and he was exactly the opposite! Rather fashionable looks, hardly any facial blemishes, near perfect posture, a more muscular (and lean) build than I possessed, and was a star athlete, especially in baseball. And again, our peers looked up to him as if he were the heir to a throne while I played the role of jester. No, seriously, I was the jester since it was the only way I could get anyone to look at me.

When I look back at my grade school and especially my middle school days, I see someone who never thought he’d ever amount to anything in this world. How much has this affected my life? I wrote a one-hundred and ninety-five-page manuscript on it. This manuscript, entitled Comeback Kid, is of the fantasy genre, but the main character is based off me. In fact, he is everything I currently am, everything I’m afraid to become, and everything I dream to be. This is one manuscript I’ll never send out for publication, because I wrote it to motivate others, and therefore, it’ll always be free to read. Also, looking back at these turbulent years, I’m motivated, because I remember being there, being the one who had no support (apart from mom and dad, obviously), being the one whom no one believed in, and being the one who allowed the seed of doubt to grow into a tree of doubt. Many people, even my own friends and clients from my old club in Weirton will be shocked to read this. It’s something I don’t tell many, and even in Comeback Kid, the characters all have different names and slightly different appearances, except the main guy who is based off me.

Articles such as these aren’t easy to write, but they’re also my favorite ones to read, again, and again, and again. Why? Because it shows I can relate, and I do know what a struggle looks like, not only from a secondary but from a primary standpoint. I realize the struggle, and how so very real it is. Yet, I also met and come to know hope, willpower, determination, and relentlessness. I knew I wanted to be something in this world, but I wasn’t sure if the world wanted me to be anything more than a boy who was dead to it, but alive for the journey. When you read this, I don’t just want it to relate to you, but I want it to relate to someone you know, because we all have our struggles, and I had one of my biggest struggles early in life. It would have been easy to simply continue to give in and continue to prove the doubters right. But two years from now, at my ten-year class reunion, I wanted the doubters, who quit doubting me in high school due to my own lifestyle change, my goal is to be one of the only few who succeeded not only in life, but doing exactly what he set out to do in life since high school, and that was to train and change the lives of anyone facing, or had faced, similar struggles.

If there is something I want you all to remember about my first article on my new fitness site, it’s not the hand that wrote this. Instead, remember the words, sentences, and message a bunch of letters, arranged into certain combinations, had the ability to construct. Take something from this message, and learn from it. Learn that even us trainers and those who have met many upon many of fitness goals have their own unique story. Sure, we’re our own success stories, but you can be a success story too. Take the next positive step, because it will get better. Don’t just talk about it, take it.

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