Aug 2018, 3 years ago, I stepped in the gym for the first time. I don’t know why. I guess I wanted to kill myself. I deadlifted 20kg the first time – and stuck on a 20kg deadlift for 3 months. After the workouts, I used to look like I had lifted 100kg deadlift. The guys of the gym used to mock me, laugh at me.
May 2020, I lifted my first 100kg deadlift. I thought I was the king of the world. /Nobody is the king of the world, I was wrong to think that/. I thought that I have had come so far.
Jan 2021, I deadlifted 150kg for the first time. This time, I never thought that I am the king of the world. I was happy and content and filled with humility.
In Feb 2021, that neural fatigue came, I hovered on a 130kg deadlift.
April 2021, as I was progressing towards 150kg deadlift again, I got infected with Covid-19. After recovering from Covid-19, I started my deadlifts from 120kg again.
Yesterday, I pulled a 160kg Deadlift, highest ever of my life! 160kg of Squat, highest ever of my life. 90kg of Bench Press, highest ever of my life.
What motivated me to reach these levels, I don’t know. I can tell you how I did it. Progressing is never a single big push. It is the addition of the tiny little drops, day by day, each day, bored day, elevated day, suicidal day, and euphoric day. But that every single tiny little drop, that do matter. What got me here is the discipline I followed, the care I took of myself, the inexhaustible hunger for the pain (and in return the hunger for waiting for something big).
Now, I don’t need to go in any gym to prove myself. Because those who mocked me, I forgive you. And I don’t wanna inspire you with me coming into the gym. Because those who mocked me, don’t deserve inspiration.