Welcome to the real world of training. Pain is weakness leaving the body. There is no time for bullshit if you want to grow. Growing requires attention, food, balls-to-the-wall training, sleep, and none of that crying and whining bullshit. As I have recently stepped forward to a higher level of competing, some things have changed for me while others have stayed the same. Motivation, desire, drive, and that animal instinct to go for the kill by sinking your fangs into the jugular of your goal and biting down, crushing its windpipe, making it gasp for air until it falls to your claim. It's mine and no one else's.
This is a typical day in my life as (once again) a contender for the world championship. Don't expect anything too glamorous. Nothing has really changed except I want more now. More size, more strength, more veins, and more victories. I wake up everyday to an oldies station at 9:30 AM. Why oldies? Because I can't stand the fucking shit and it makes me get out of bed. First thing I do is go right to the bathroom and sit on the throne for a while with my phone and planner. I can empty myself out and check my voice mail while taking care of any business calls I may need to respond to (I take care of some things for New York Barbell and I have several clients that I personally train).
After those few things are taken care of, the next thing I do is go out to the kitchen and make a 1,000 calorie shake that includes peanut butter, whey protein, raw eggs, oatmeal and an apple. I don't take to long to swallow that shake down. Then I shave, shower, get dressed, pack my gym bag, and out the door I go. I go to work, depending on the day, around 11 AM -12 PM.
I check my e-mail, deliver weight equipment, put shit together, or train clients until it's my turn to train with the boys (usually around 5 or 6 PM depending on everyone's schedule). Yes I said everyone. I usually train with 2 or 3 other guys. It may seem like a large group, but workouts go fast. We work hard and our training is sick. My pre-workout meal is usually a shake high in carbs, aminos, and protein. We usually finish training and getting sick around 7:15 PM - 7:30 PM. There's a couch in the gym I lie down on after workouts to get myself back together. While resting after the workout, I throw down some multi vitamins and a high carb, high protein post workout shake.
From 8:00 PM - 9:00 PM, I usually have a client. Then it's time for my next meal of solid food. Normally its 6 - 8 oz. of a meat, some brown rice, 1 cup of veggies, and 2 tablespoons of peanut butter. Then until about 10:00 PM - 10:30 PM, I train people or do other various things that need to be done. Sometimes I run around like a wild dog chasing and harassing people while lifting my leg to mark my territory. When this happens someone is usually kind enough to tell me I have been here to long or that I need to go relax. After that I need food again.
I repeat the last meal before leaving the gym. What I do at this point after I leave the gym usually depends on what's going on in my life. After the gym, I go home to get my dog some food. While he eats, I unpack my gym bag, maybe start some laundry or whatever it is I have to do, such as cooking, food shopping, writing articles, spending time with a little lady, or kicking back with a few friends over a bite to eat. It's off season so no cardio tonight, just relaxing.
I go out from time to time, more so over the holidays but I don't do much that would interfere with my training. After I do my nightly chores, or whatever I have planned that night, I need to eat. If I have not already included a meal in my plans, then it's to the fridge to prepare a meal. I do another meal just like the last two. I spend more time eating then I do anything else in life. Making sure to get at least 5 meals, sometimes 8, if I can a day.
Food is everything to powerlifters. You need to feed the machine to keep it growing and burning. If I happen to go out that night, I either include a meal out as part of my plans and if I can't do that then I have a cooler with me with at least two meals in it. Freak? I hope I am. This is all I know. It's the only way I was able to get myself to grow. You need to stay on top of your meals and nutrition no matter what the fuck is going on in your life.
Oh yeah, it makes for a lot of bathroom stops as well. Occasionally stopping on the side of the road if needed. I didn't say that. Well, maybe I did, but let's pretend I didn't. You know what they say, “shit happens,” and if it needs to happen, then so be it. Just to add a little more detail, I drink about 1.5 gallons of water a day.
So let me ask you this. Do you have the discipline to eat, and be prepared each and everyday to turn yourself into an monster? I'll tell you what brother, it can be a long lonely road, but it doesn't always have to be. Surround yourself with good people that know your goals and want to see you reach them. Once you start down the road, never go back. There is nothing but question, heartache, and worry when you look to the past. Keep going forward. Keep your eye on the prize and chase it down. When all is said and done, what will be will be. Hopefully, you will have claimed that goal as your own and be rewarded. Fuck everything else. Train freak style.



