Category: LIFTING


Another trainer comes up to us as we are working out and asks, “What did you do to get this boy them big calves?”


My coach tells him that I already came to her looking that way and she didn’t have to do anything.


But the truth is that I’ve had tiny calves my entire life. I just spent the last year working on them three times a week.


And that small exchange motivates me.


The going is getting tougher but I am reminded that I’ve already got what it takes.




I’m struggling this week with more challenging workouts and more hours in my playing schedule.


But I’m not complaining.


I asked for a new coach who would be able to help me continue with my training goals. And that’s what I got.


I asked not to be short-changed at work on regular hours and extra side gigs. And that’s also what I got.


So I’m not complaining.


The tightness in my lower back and neck is speaking volumes though.



Sweetest Day this year happened for me a day early.


I had been nursing a muscle strain on my right side hip area since Tuesday night.


And after a dedicated routine of foam rolling and self Myofascial massage over the next few days, I finally released most of the tension and pain.


But the sweetest thing was not in the relief, rather, the experience of knowing exactly what to do.



Tuesdays are my cheat day and I always have sushi for dinner.


This week, a woman walked up to the bar next to me and asked, “Which of these rolls can be deep fried?”


And then, when my chef friend reluctantly offered her the cooked up California roll she ordered, the woman asked for a side of ranch to go with it.


My own deep fried sushi with a side of ranch showed up for work later in the week in the form of a man who would not stop asking for Benny and the Jets.


I don’t honor requests for certain piano bar classics in the restaurant because they just don’t feel appropriate for upscale dinner service.


And the nice way to avoid any further confrontation is to say, “We aren’t allowed to play certain types of music here.”


But he was highly inebriated, or idiotic, probably both, and wasn’t in the right state of mind to comprehend my shady subtext, so he kept asking.


Until another guest walked up, dropped a twenty in my jar, looked me in the eye, and said, “I’ve enjoyed your music all evening.”


Which simultaneously restored my faith in humanity and made the man who was bothering me sit back down at his table quietly for the rest of the evening.




I started working with my new coach this week.


She is kind, thoughtful and experienced.


As I try to connect with her, and open my heart to her way of programming, she encourages me by complementing my lifting form.


So while I am excited to move on and grow with her, I am also painfully conscious of the fact that someone else has given me a great foundation to build on.


Even though he is no longer physically present in my life, I have to acknowledge that he will always be an important part of it.



I love playing piano duets, so when a guest at the restaurant says she wants to play one with me, I ask, “What song?”


As she begins to assure me that I’ll definitely know it, I get wary.


“This better not be Heart & Soul,” I warn her.


She promises that it absolutely isn’t.


But she slides herself onto the bench with me and bangs out the worn out chord progression of the very thing she swore she would not play.


I improvise a completely different melody line and remind her of what she had just promised.


“I lied,” was the bold faced reply I receive.


A few days later, I also decide that lying is the best way to get what I want.


In order for me to move on, I tell myself that I’m not heart broken, and that my soul isn’t devastated, because I’m loosing a coach, and a friend, to his commitment to the long process of rehabilitation.


One of bodybuilding’s most celebrated competitions, the Mr Olympia, is being held this weekend in Vegas.


Almost every lifter I know is sitting in the gym this week, wishing for more size, more gains, more everything.


Myself included.


I am still absent-mindedly thinking about this after working out one day as I walk to grab lunch, when I hear a stranger call out to me in admiration, “Hey, how much do you bench big guy?”


Of all the muscle groups I have been training, I feel that my chest remains the most underdeveloped.


Due to a left shoulder strain, I rarely barbell bench press more than once or twice a month, and when I do, at no more than 135lbs for reps.


I have been diligently relying on alternative movements to work this body part, and because my prescriptive plan doesn’t look like anyone else’s, I sometimes feel insecure that my chest isn’t growing.


This isn’t one of those weeks though.


It was very flattering when a young bartender asked me to write him a lifting program.


And because I genuinely wanted to share the joys of weight training with him, I did.


He was excited.


Until another server, a power lifter friend and my fellow workout buddy, commented that he would have written it quite differently.


Seeing the look on the bartender’s face, I remembered when I was just beginning to be interested in the sport of bodybuilding and completely intimidated by the huge amount of conflicting information available.


So I did the kindest thing possible that I have learnt from experience.


I told the bartender that there are many plans that can be made and followed, but picking one, not necessarily mine, and sticking with it for three months, would allow him to understand how to better continue his development in the years ahead.


The power lifter conceded to that and in an act of truce, told me to show the bartender my competition stage pictures, to prove that I knew what I was talking about.


I’m grumpy this week because my coach is out sick and I’m training on my own.


It’s not that I don’t know what to do when I’m by myself.


It’s just easier to do the right thing when someone else is watching.


When a server comes up to tell me that their guests have enjoyed my playing, I tell them that a manager should be informed of the compliment so it can be recorded in the nightly closing report.


At a purely practical level, that compliment is of no use to me unless it has been documented.


On the other hand, when a workout buddy or another bodybuilder tells me I’m looking swole, that unwritten compliment makes my day and encourages me to keep on track with my fitness journey.


There is value in giving someone a compliment.


There is greater value in knowing how, where, when and to whom a compliment is given.