Something brilliant!

Whenever I sit down and enter my blog-mode, it always starts out the same way.
I feel like this next post, should be the one where I write something brilliant. Something remarkable.
Words where people will go; "Wow, that really got me thinking"

Then I realise I'll never make a post that's 100% awesome, but some few good sentences might come out once in a while. And that's actually good enough for me.
I rarely remember what I've been thinking about throughout the day, so whenever I write something here, I can promise you it's been circling my mind for a while.

As of right now though, I can't think of anything exciting to tell.
Oh wait! There is something!
Today, I was asked by my boss to fill in as a spinning-instructor this friday. I'm very excited and to be honest, a little bit scared.
It's my first attempt at leading a spinning class, so I need to figure out a few things beforehand.
Gotta find some kickass music for the class, and I need to stitch a decent program together with some single-beat threading and some crazy "kill-your-legs" rush.

Would be nice if it could become a regular thing. I'm not exactly a sucker for cardio, so getting paid to shed some fat would be great. My diet hasn't been what I want it to be, mainly because I've been battling diseases on and off for a couple weeks. Sore throat, runny nose and exhaustion just from getting out of bed are all good signs that I should take some time off.

It's tough though. The training is not just my daily fix of endorphins. It's where I leave my problems in the locker room, and go beat up the weights. It takes a lot of stress out of my day. Not that there is any, as of writing.
Not really working all that much, and my social life is not exactly wild. I like my life as it is right now. Some more hours as an instructor and it's perfect.

“Our health and happiness should always come first; because when our cups are overflowing we have more good stuff to offer others.”—Jess Ainscough

Damn. I have to resort to quotes to have some decent thoughts in my post! Shame on me!
True story though. For real. :P

 As always, a picture. Taken a couple days ago, in my garden. It's.. flowers!

If you live to love, you might love to live.

My favourite quotation of all time.
Taken from the song "Maybe If" by Nicholas Barron, a blues-inspired singer/songwriter.
Imagine if Tom Jones and Vince Vaughn fathered the same child. Nicholas would be the result.
If you want to delve into his music (you should), then be sure to check out these two songs.
Nicholas Barron – Ramon
Nicholas Barron – Saviour
But back on topic!

Every day is about love, in some way. A joyful little smile when remembering past love, or thinking of future ones, all because the right song is playing on the radio.
When sitting next to another person can make you feel like being on a roller-coaster. When you walk around smiling to strangers, because you're overflowing with happiness.
When a kiss takes you to the sky and back in a few seconds.
When merely touching each other makes you all shaky and light-headed.

Love is all around us.
Between good friends. In relationships. Even when hugging the dog, it's love.
Love is what makes me have faith in life.
Because when it's there, and when it's good, it's all I ever want from this world.

I got a job. Fear me.

As I may have mentioned last time I wrote, I just got a job as a fitness instructor.
And it's all kinds of win. I love it so much :P

I had 2 people sign up for the gym, plus made an appointment with another dude who's going to sign tomorrow AND talked another guy into taking a free one-hour freebie in the gym sometime next week.
Seriously. Didn't threaten them with guns or anything, like I know I'm supposed to.

Had a moment too.
I was standing behind the counter, overlooking all my minions doing their daily punishment routine.
They have to. Else I make them stay until they do. They come to me all sweaty and exhausted, beggin' for their keys so they can go home, and all I say is; TEN MORE MINUTES MAGGOT!
Because that's who I am. The master. Guardian of the holy protein-grail.
Doomlord in the hellish land known as.. the gym.

And in the midst of all the evil-eye staring and threats of hour-long Vonda Shepard listening, I noticed something in the mirror opposite of the counter. Me.
But, something odd was going on. I was trying to be all mean-like, with a come-at-me-bro attitude, and a murderous intent carved into my eyes. But it didn't help.
All I saw was this dude in shorts and a tanktop. And he was smiling!

Then I looked around at, you know, the minions, and to my surprise they were smiling too!

Oh well, I thought, and went out the back to release the guy who came to me a couple days ago, claiming protein wasn't important, and muscle wasn't all they're pumped up to be (nice pun, huh?).
Had him do 500 reps of every exercise I know, and had fed him full of chicken every other hour since he first complained. Guess it was time to let him go, now that I was smiling. No point in holding a grudge I guess.

What I'm saying is.. I fall in love with what I do over and over again. Every pound lost, every sweat-soaked t-shirt burning off my nose-hair, and every smile I receive when I hand the poor minions their keys back. Ahh.. I enjoy it so much.

Until next time.

Oh snap, wild picture appears!

Woops!

Hey there!

I've been neglecting my blog for quite a while now. Not on purpose, not because I didn't feel like writing.
I actually don't know why. But who cares anyway? The blog is for my own personal gains. *grin*
Nah, I've received a bunch of compliments both in regard to the pictures shown, and of course the amazingly brilliant and sophisticated writing-skills I'm in possession of. *cough*

So..
In Flames.
These guys:

Mind 'effin blowing band, much. I absolutely love them.
It's one of my favourite genres; Melodic Death Metal, but more on the melodic side, and with less growling.
The dry crispy voice of Anders Fridén mixed with the awesome mix of beauty and brutality that is Björn Gelotte's guitar-riffs/solos is downright unbeatable in it's genre.




Since the blog is about me and what I do, this band was the first thing that came to my mind when I thought about writing. I have practically been listening to them 24/7 the last 2 months, if not longer.

Oh, btw. I'm officially a fitness instructor now! Just recently aquired a job at a local gym, with the boss hiring me based purely on my application and a couple conversations (because I haven't had any previous jobs in the business). I'm so grateful for that, since it's kinda hard to get any job without previous experience to show for yourself.
So if you ever find yourself in need of a super-hot and tough coach, you can check in @ NMI in Ishøj and ask for Hevia :P (Kidding obviously, I'm not that tough)

Picsey time! Let me see.. Uh, I'm in the picture! :>

Training my ass off!

I've been bodybuilding for about 2.5 years now, and my progess has been great.
The training almost never lets me down.
It's there when I'm angry.
When I'm frustrated.
When I'm happy.
It's even there when I'm heartbroken.

The improvements are not all physical.
I know I've been scratching the surface of using strength-training in other aspects of life, in an earlier post, and I kinda want to try getting deeper into that specific thought. I'm not saying I'm gonna go there now, but lets sit back and see where my mind wanders off to while writing.

It's a lifestyle. Everything I do and have done for the last couple years, has either been evolved around or been associated in some way, with my training.
The stuff I eat, my sleeping patterns, the way I react to certain events, and even the way I look at other people and how they live their life.
I'm not gonna say that every person should strive to look their best, but actually.. I guess that's what I think. At least at the time of writing this.
And I don't want it to be that way. I don't want to shake my head in disgust every time I see someone doing something unhealthy. Eating a bag of cheetos once in a while should be allowed, right?

In some odd way, I've somehow been manipulated into thinking that looking good, goes hand in hand with a successful life. But if that's the truth, then 90% percent of the human population should be leading a crappy life, feeling inadequate and unworthy of happiness.
And rational thinking has lead me to believe that's not the case.

Maybe I should just accept the fact that, wanting to look my very best, is just who I am.
I just need to find someone who believes that, what I think is "my best", is actually quite awesome.

I've been working my ass off in the local gym for quite a while now, and been through changes that can only be seen in those fake adds with before / after pictures.
Yes, they're fake, in case you didn't know. And there's no "secret to 6-pack abs". What a shocker :P
But seriously.. if getting to look like a fitness-model only took 4 weeks and a short motivational speech, then everyone would go through the four weeks of madness, and be done with it.

But that's not the case, and the problem when working with yourself, is this; you're never going to be satisfied. Not ever. And if you feel satisfied, you're lying to yourself. Whether it's physical or mental change, there's always something that can be improved.

The day I'm satisfied with myself is the d.. I can't finish that sentence.
And if I could, I would go do it this instant, so I could sit back and start enjoying life.
God I'm rambling.

What I'm trying to say, or rather, what I'm trying not to say, is that..
I don't know what I would want to look like.
When I started out with all the protein-craziness and the wild training schedule, I wanted to look like a monster. Like this:

I wanted to be so big, that it would never go unnoticed.
Carrying around my trophy, all the time. Because the trophy would be me.

I soon came to realize that getting to be this big, would need me to make some drastic choices in life, concerning my health. To get this big, I need to inject myself with testosterone, human growth hormone, anabolic steroids and the like.
For now I've decided that's a no-go for me. I still want to be big though. Maybe even as big as I can possibly be, without the drugs. There's a certain pride in being natural. Even more so if I can get to compete while staying that way.
My idol right now is Rob Riches. I would kill someone to look like him!
Rob:

So.. yep. That's it for today I guess. Been thinking about all this stuff a lot lately.
Mainly because the last girl I happened to fall in love with, disapproved of muscles, and that made me think.. maybe I was on the wrong track with all this training and the striving to be perfect.
I've come to realize.. I'm always gonna be like that. I just love the training too much to let it go for anyone. And it's always going to be there to save the day, no matter what happens.

I feel weird when linking pictures that haven't been taken by me, so this time I'll show you two pics, just to even the balance. First one is the usual random object, and the last one is of me.

When the ordinary is.. extraordinary

I always feel like I have to write about something extraordinary.
Stuff that might get people to think, laugh, or be entertained in some way.

It's the least I can do, now that you've bothered to click on a link to my blog.
But.. then I thought.. I actually don't have to entertain you in any way. It'll be nice if that's the case, but I'm writing all this for my own sake, not for others.
I'm doing this because I'm truly fond of writing, and as I've said in an earlier post, it's a way for me to evaluate my life, and the thoughts in my crazy nuggin'. And also, I love to share pictures :P

I often find that, while I'm writing, I almost always end up spinning off on a random subject that I didn't even plan on writing about.
But I guess that's how my mind works.

Normally I sit down with the intention of telling you something very important to me, or something that may enlighten you + test my own research and knowledge skills.
Like, I've been wanting to write about DOMS (Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness), which basically is muscle soreness post-training, for quite a while now.
I've done some required research, and I have sat down several times, trying to get motivated.
But it just doesn't happen. And that's absurd! I love every aspect of training, and it's been a huge part of my life the last couple years. That should be enough motivation to at least get some words into the blog about it.
So now that I've mentioned my intention of writing a DOMS-related post, it might be cleared from my system. Hopefully :P

This time, I made the headline of the post first, and starting writing afterwards. And I had no clue where this would go.
That's just the way it works best for me.

And there you have it. It went from nothing to something. Interesting? Perhaps. At least I didn't talk about the weather!

Got work tomorrow, so I'm gonna hit the sack quite early tonight. That'll be about now actually.
Oh, picture time! Almost forgot :P

Here you go: An picture of an item some people might find ordinary. Rope!

Sun

It's like this:
When the sun shines, everything becomes a little bit better.
A smile is more joyful, food is tastier and trees and flowers look bloomy and wonderful.
Nature smiles when it's bathed in sunshine.

There's no better way of treating a blue mood, than to sit in the sun, taking deep breaths and just experience everything around you.
It's almost like a chemical reaction happens, targeting all the bad stuff inside you, and then killing it by blasting you full of happyjuice. :P

Useless blog-post is useless, but I don't care.
THE SUN IS SHINING!