Now that I’m deep in my fourth month, the question of motivation has started to come up for me too. This month I decided to celebrate my matriculation from newbie-hood and enter my freshman phase of PE’ing with a bang. I decided that I was going to add a single clamping set at the end of my regular workout and to ADS with 4 golf swing weights all the friggin time. To compliment this upping of the antes I was also to workout on six consecutive days with only one day of rest per week.
Well I started out strong, but then during the second week I missed three consecutive days straight. At the end of those three days of ZERO PE’ing I had “lost my fluff” so to speak. Flaccid was bigger than pre-PE, but had definitely flagged a little during those three days off.
I’ve been going like a madman ever since.
Seeing my dick attempting to get back into it’s pre-PE state of 2” flaccids was a shocker. It’s a place I’m never going again. If I’ve got to strap an anvil to the sucker, I’m going to permanently walk away from those pre-PE days.
So motivator #1 is basically *fear*. The little dick that temporarily posessed my new wood for those three days petrified my ass.
Motivator #2 is just total grit and determination. I’m convinced that this is one of the things which truly seperates the men from the boys in just about any endeavour: namely, to go ahead and follow through with something because you know it's the right thing to do even though practically every cell in your body resists. You can actually start to get off on that like its a new kind of endorphin.
Within all of us exist several personalities and subroutines. The one that dominates and controls the others is the one who defines who we become….that is who we are. I think that in order to establish a new routine you have to get off on it somehow and I’ve been getting off on “pushing myself (my old self) around”. I have set a bully loose on my own playground and he’s telling the rest of me what to do….
….like right now he’s telling me, “you lazy pussy, get off of your ass, get out in the garage and wail on your pecs….”
Since I’ve started PE’ing I’ve also lost 15 pounds and have started eating really well. It’s been a real boon. Bully yourself around, be your own drill instructor, don’t accept sloth….
NOW MOVE IT!!!!