The world is an unfair place.
Time after time, it would seem that those at the top are given all the breaks; while those at the bottom work harder than ever just to make ends meet.
Over the last 30 years, the top 1% of all households has secured a very large share of all the gains in income: 60%; while the top 0.1% has secured an even more disproportionate share: 36% of all new income.
Only 8.6% of income gains have gone to the bottom 90% over the last 30 years.
The average CEO now makes 400x the salary of the average worker, compared to just 40x more in 1980.
Keep in mind that productivity from the labor force has increased by over 80% throughout this time; while the hourly compensation of the median worker grew just 10.7%.
The way it looks to me is that a few people at the top are benefiting form the hard work of the many at the bottom.
Hell, this is nothing new right?
The Pyramids of Egypt;
The Great Wall of China;
The Roman Empire;
The United States:
All built on the backs of the of the less fortunate and impoverished peoples of the world.
Many times the hard work we put in doesn’t reflect or translate equally into what we get out.
The numbers above prove that.
That’s why I love training.
That’s why I love the weight room.
That’s why I love the football field, basketball court, and baseball diamond.
Out there, we all start off as equals.
No one get’s a head start or unfair advantage.
It doesn’t matter what color your skin is, what God you believe in, who your parents are, who you love, or where you come from.
All that matters is that you work your ass off.
The effort you put in directly correlates with the results you get out.
There are no “sick” days.
There are no “personal” days.
No paid vacations.
No 2 hour lunches at five star restaurants.
No luxury sedans or company leases.
No fancy suits or white collars.
Out here we get dirty.
Our mentality is different.
When the going gets tough, that’s when we start warming up.
We get up at dawn for some conditioning.
At dusk we’re still working, lifting heavy ass sh*t.
Because we do it for that sixty year old lady waiting at the bus stop at 530 am.
We rep it out for that construction worker that gets up at 4 am and works until 7 pm.
We work like that single mother with no health insurance, working two jobs to feed her kids.
When you walk into that weight room, realize that you are no better than anyone else there – you have to prove that shit.
And I’ve seen it time and time again.
People think that because of their age or gender that they can coast through a workout.
They think that they don’t have to eat right.
They think that they can spend their nights getting drunk, and not getting enough sleep.
They think that they can skip out on mobility and soft tissue work.
They think that just because they’ve been handed everything else in life on a silver platter, training will be no different.
Then they’re hit with a rude awaking.
They wonder why they got hurt.
They wonder why they didn’t get results.
And while they continue to wonder “why,” someone else is working.
Someone else is eating right.
Someone else is lifting harder.
Someone else is going to bed early, and getting up before the sun comes out.
Someone else is getting results.
This is why I love what I do.
This is why I fell in love with training.
Because in this world there are no “Corporate Bailouts.”
There is no “inheritance.”
Just because your parents are in good shape doesn’t mean you’ll be.
You either work hard and achieve your goals, or you don’t.
The 1% in my world are truly the ones that worked the hardest.
Health is wealth; and in this world, they are the ones that accumulate all of the gains.
The world is a cruel and unfair place.
The weight room isn’t.
Roll up your sleeves, put your head down, and work your mother f*ckin’ ass off.