Loosing a Competition; Wasn't Even Close

I’ve never been very successful at competition. I usually start out strong but putter out in the end; this is especially true with games.

Today I made it to the gym once again. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy about my success so far this month. However, today I had to fight a little to stay on track. This got me thinking (what else am I supposed to do while going nowhere fast on a cardio machine).

Over the weekend my friend (the one with me on the road to 40) and I were talking. Among the topics were muscles and weight lifting capability. He’s at 450 lbs on the inclined leg press and pressing a lot more than me on every other exercise. He’s got hard slabs of muscle everywhere with little to no body fat. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was on the “road to 39” instead of 40.

The competitive part in me wants to match him but the defeatist part acknowledges that I will not get there anytime soon. When those thoughts start up, my first inclination is to accept defeat and give up entirely by sitting at home eating cake. I found it interesting that I still have the “poor me” attitude that has so hampered me in the past.

Unfortunately, my habit of singling out the best looking guys with the best bodies in the room and comparing myself to them is still alive and well. What really sucks is when this guy is the only other person in the room.