I lift weights in my garage more or less every single day.
I am not special.
I don’t do it for fame, clout, or Instagram angles.
I don’t even do it to be the biggest or the strongest version of myself.
I do it because I must. And if I don't, future me will kick my arse. Worst of all, my dogs will judge me.
Training is a constant in my life. It keeps me grounded. It keeps me stable. It keeps me… functional as a human being. This isn’t a means to an end for me. It *is* the end. The training itself is the point.
People love to remind me that training every day is “crazy.”
That it’s dangerous.
That it’s sub-optimal.
I don’t think most people understand what I’m actually doing.
They hear “train every day” and picture masochism, burnout, or CrossFit highlight reels. What I actually do is show up daily and expose myself to something physical. Some days are heavier. Some days are lighter. Some days are almost boring. But the ritual is the anchor. The exposure is the medicine.
I work a sedentary job. I sit at a laptop five days a week. I work from home. The most physical part of my professional life is occasionally walking around a job site once a fortnight. Without daily physical training, I turn into exactly what you’d expect: stiff, foggy, restless, and mentally flat.
So I lift.
Not to escape my life.
To *stay functional inside it*.
I’m a minimalist at heart when it comes to training. I lean heavily toward abbreviated approaches. You won’t find me running high-volume bodybuilding splits, “arm days,” or novelty workouts for novelty’s sake. That stuff doesn’t appeal to me. I prefer to lift heavy. I prefer compound movements. I prefer simple plans that can be repeated for a long time without frying my nervous system or my joints.
The internet is obsessed with “optimal.”
Optimal volume.
Optimal frequency.
Optimal rep ranges.
Optimal periodisation models.
I’ve never found optimality particularly motivating. Consistency beats optimality every time. A plan you can repeat for years will outperform the perfect plan you quit in six weeks.
For context, these are the best lifts I’ve hit in the past (a few years ago now):
* Back Squat: 200kg
* Bench Press: 150kg
* Deadlift: 272.5kg
* Overhead Press: 90kg
Not elite. Not embarrassing. Just a reference point for the kind of training background I’m coming from. Something i would like hit again one day.
This blog isn’t here to sell you a 12-week transformation, a shredded summer body, or a secret program. It’s here to document how I actually train: frequently, simply, and in a way that fits a normal adult life with work, stress, and responsibilities.
If you’re someone who:
* Likes lifting heavy
* Hates unnecessary complexity
* Trains for sanity as much as strength
* And doesn’t want fitness to become a second full-time job
…then you’ll probably feel at home here.
This is me thinking in public about training, discipline, recovery, and staying dangerous in a modern, sedentary world.
No hype. No politics. No influencer nonsense.
Just lifting, thinking, and iterating over time.
Future Posts here, will shed some light on how I train Now, how I have trained in the past, and how I don't die from it all. And sometimes pictures of my dogs. Because, dogs.
Fin.
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