Why did you start working out?

Renz Envy

Renz Envy

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I was in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Kickboxing most of my life. It was terrifying as a child, because I hadn't developed the masculine itch for competition yet. At 16 I quit and literally got fat playing video games, drinking sugary drinks and sitting on my ass all day.

One day I was at my computer and I realized just how pathetic I was. I was a virgin at 17, only kissed one girl, ugly, out of shape, fat and a complete video game addict.

I did what any wise man would do and stood up from my computer chair jail. I left my house and started running. I ran as far as I could. I ran until my breath was so far behind that I would pass out at any minute. Vomit was trying to force its way out the entire distance. I was in excruciating pain, but the pain of being inferior was much, much worse. I hated myself. I hated myself. I hated my body. I hated myself. I had no self-respect. I was going to remold my body into something more artistic and athletic.

I ran for a long time, and later picked up lifting from my brother who said that it gave him a lot of confidence. Lifting soon became my ritual.






How about you guys?
 
Nice story renz.
I always played hurling (youtube it, best sport in the world) until I crashed a motorbike and ended up severly injured. Once I healed I wanted to get back into hurling but I couldn't run yet so I started lifting weights which and soon found I was a naturally very strong person, I loved it so I decided to keep doing it.
It got to a point where I was playing again but the gym was interfering with it, or rather hurling was interfering with the gym...
So I stopped playing hurling anout 18 months ago and havnt looked back.
I used to love sprinting though, at one point I was the second fastest person my age in my country without any training whatsoever, that was the first competitive thing I ever did, there was try outs in my school for sprinters and I went for a laugh, turned out that with no training I broke my schools record at age 14 so they sent me to a county competition which I won, then a bigger one, which I won, then the country finals which I came second in. Don't know why I never stuck at that... Or why I'm even telling you guys lol
 
When I was in my teens I started working out because I wanted to be stronger. I had gotten into a fight and lost because I wasn't strong enough. Years went buy and I eventually was working out because I wanted to keep a sexy physique given that I was clubbing at this point in time. More time went by and I feel into a seven year heroin addiction. I was sober for a year and one day I had showed her a picture of myself naked from when I was in my prime. A few weeks later she made an indirect bet with me; "I just started going to the gym, I bet I will be more ripped than you by the end of June." She was joking but I happen to very competitive so I made a dramatic transformation in 5 months without any steroids. Then I got on the gear. Since then I have been transforming everyday.

I still don't know why she left me, part of me thinks she left me so I could work on my physique without any distractions because I know she did understand how much it meant to me to repair the damage done by heroin and to go beyond my limits physically. In September it will have been a year since I seen her. I talked to her in May. I still love her. One thing that gives me hope was a cryptic statement of hers; "When I am ready to see you again we should be friends. If you don't want to see me again you will regret it...."

When she does see me again, I don't what she will think. I look so different, I don't even know the body I see in the mirror anymore. It changes everyday.
 
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