2 Years

So I just crossed the 2 year mark on my fitness journey and wanted to log some of my progress.

When I first started I quite literally couldn’t do shit. I started from the bottom in every category, save one: weight. I started off underweight which gave me a slight advantage. It meant that every “gain” I made would translate to increased muscle growth rather than simply fat loss. It also helped with bodyweight movements such as pullups, pushups, box jumps, running, etc.

But I still had to do all the work to get to where I am today. I was looking over my numbers and it’s fucking incredible to see how far along I’ve come.

For example, last year when we were doing the Wendler cycle for Deadlifts my 75/85/95 percents  were 165, 185, and 210. A year later and they’re at 215, 245, and 270, and even those numbers are now outdated. We’re going to be going for our one-rep maxes in a few weeks and the software has me projected at 315. I haven’t broken 300 pounds in any movement yet so I’m pretty excited about that.

My back squat is coming along too. It’s got me projected at 260 or so, and I have a feeling I might even be able to get more than that next time I attempt it.

Progress was slow at the start, but I had a lot of mental sharpening taking place. I’d often give up well before my limit because I thought it was too tough. The key here is “thought.” I’ve realized that more than anything else, your mental attitude is what determines your overall strength. If you don’t believe you can lift a certain weight you probably won’t. You’ve got to have total conviction in your ability to maximize your success.


When I started lifting two years ago I couldn’t do shit.  I sucked at everything possible.  Couldn’t squat without a box for support. Could barely do pushups without the use of knees. Weighted PVC pipe for overhead movements.  Barely catching my breath during simple runs. Everything.

But now it’s reached a point where I’m able to strategize and play within the movements, making all the difference.

It’s now my favorite thing to do.  I’m sad when I wake up and there’s no lifting to be done.  It’s a fucking addiction and getting high never felt this good.



Just finished my second year of doing the Murph workout.  It consists of:

1 mile Run
100 Pull-ups
200 Push-ups
300 Squats
1 mile Run

If that looks like a lot, it is.  Last year I wasn’t able to do the pull-ups or push-ups RX (as prescribed) and had to scale them down to an easier movement.  This year I not only did them RX but with a faster time.

Hard work pays off.


My gym is forming a team for softball this year and I took the plunge and signed up. I haven’t played in 15 years or more and I wasn’t particularly good then. I was hoping that I’d find myself magically better with zero practice. Yeah, right.

I still suck but that’s fine. I suck at everything I try at first. Then I struggle with it until I suck a little less. Rinse. Repeat. I just hope that I can get better before we start actually playing games.

Knowing full well my (in)abilities I still chose to sign up. I did this for two reasons: one, because these guys are my friends and I know they won’t belittle me, and two, to face my fear. I’ve been afraid of the ball since forever and it turns out that’s still the same. There’s only one way I’m gonna get over that.

Here’s to growth.


For our workout today we had to do the crossfit open 17.2. The workout was posted about a week in advance so I knew we’d be attempting it.

The workout requires performing a move called a bar muscle up.  I had never previously attempted this and was curious if it was something I’d be able to pull off.

Turns out I couldn’t but I was able to do one while standing from a box. It’s still not easy but helps with the development of proper form.

I was able to do three right before the workout so my instructor said she’d lower the height a little.  I wasn’t sure that was such a good idea as I knew I’d be fatiguing by the time I got to them, but you just go with it.

It takes about 7 minutes or so but eventually I get to the portion with muscle ups.  I go for the first one. Not even close.  Give it another try. Even worse.  I’m pretty sure I can’t do it but I’m being yelled at to go again so I do.  Third, fourth, and fifth are no better.  It doesn’t look like this is gonna happen today.

But still I’m being told I can do it.  I don’t necessarily believe that I can but I don’t want to give up either.

I go for it one more time and finally get my first one.  And then again on my next attempt. And the next one. Once I learned the proper movement I was able to get six of them in a row.  And I find that incredible; not necessarily my own ability, but simply the way that our brains are wired: something that once seemed impossible is now not only achievable, but with relative ease still.


All my life I have been wishing for something else, something different. Anything except for what actually is. I never realized how often I did this but it has become apparent over the course of the last few months.

Apparently all you must do to obtain your goals is get your body in shape. That’s it. There’s no secret, and if there is this is it. Once your body adapts and grows stronger, so does the mind. And THEN you can accomplish your goals because you will have trained your mind as well as your body – you just didn’t know you were doing that.

So get off your fucking ass.