I received an email from a reader who I shall keep anonymous that included this snippet:
Reading your blog got me started on the manosphere – to the point where I am able to spread the message and help other good men in need. Even though I was instinctively doing some things right, I was still doing a shitload wrong and it was costing me in major ways. Even though I brushed it aside at first, you also got me thinking about the importance of strength (I previously side-stepped this bit in my younger days by becoming a black belt martial artist that can let (average) people choose which elbow they’d like me to pop). The confidence that comes with basic strength is something I had not even given the slightest thought to – and I say this still being a piss-weak novice that only just managed to bench his body weight (yeah – it feels pretty damn good and I can’t wait to get to 100kg… and beyond).
And, yes, I also squat, deadlift, lunge with weight, feel everyone’s eyes on me as I abuse the punching bag and throw in a bit of cardio and swimming for good measure. All it took was your needling and a ruptured Achilles for things to crystallise. Everyone reckons an Achilles is the worst injury you can get and the end of one’s sporting days (if you’re 38 like me). I disagree. Like a recession, this injury was one of the best things that could have happened to me. It stopped me dead in my ill-directed tracks and got me back where I needed to be. When all is said and done, I’m going to be in the best shape of my life (I may already be) – and I never would have been otherwise.
Yesterday I hit personal bests at 3X5 for the squat, shoulder press, and deadlift. After my head stopped spinning and my eyes managed to refocus it felt damn good, as it should. It’s been a month now for me in the USA and my gym sessions have been unwavering in their routine. Keeping to a schedule back in Holland is more challenging for various reasons but here it isn’t an issue at all.
And the results are there to see. Consistency makes a huge difference, and now that I am really getting somewhere it is imperative for me that I do not miss a session. It’s not enough to lift weights; you have to lift the right way, with the right program, with the right consistency, with the right diet, and with the right attitude.
As a man you will find if you go this route that you have two lives; the life where you were weak and then the life where you are strong. Once you get strong, really strong, there is no going back simply because you won’t allow yourself to regress. It is part and parcel of being a man and thus it is beholden on you to achieve this.
So get out there and get lifting, morons.