Well, I attempted to return to the gym this week with poor results. My shoulder was a little better, but was still acting up. Same with my elbow. But my right knee is the biggest issue. It hurts as only an injured knee does. I wouldn't go so far as to say it's injured, but it's severely worn. I can feel it just walking, let alone if I put any additional weight on it other than my own. A bum knee means a few things for me at this point. Without a healthy functioning knee, not only can I not train legs, but I can't do any cardio on it. Which in about 3 more weeks will be the majority of my time in the gym.
So, I'm taking off the rest of this week entirely. To allow my shoulder, and elbow to heal even more, and allow my knee as much rest and recoup as possible. Using my knee wraps, I'm wrapping ice packs around it on and off all day, every day. I'll continue to take my glucosomine to help heal the joints. If I can get it into some kind of reasonable working condition, then all the time off, and time lost in the gym will be worth it. Because, if I were to go in and push it right now, I'd risk officially injuring it, and then be out of the competition all together. Hopefully this will all just be a minor setback I'll look back on as something I overcame to get me to the show. I'm not too worried, just a little frustrated.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Finkler's Redemption
For the longest time Steve Finkler and I have had a bit of rivalry over WWE Superstar Kurt Angle...
Since the beginning when I started watching wrestling I've always respected Kurt Angle. For those who don't know, Kurt is a legitimate Olympic hero, having won a gold medal at the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta Georgia in freestyle wrestling in the 220lb. class. To watch him wrestle is to watch an artist at work. He is perfect. He moves with fluidity, and grace.
His character in the WWE is the arrogant asshole who is a gold medalist, who can't pass up the opportunity to tell others about it, and insists that he is everyone's Olympic hero. He claims to live by his three "I's"... Intelligence, Integrity, and Intensity. The last "I" is the only thing he lives true to. Otherwise, his character is the most underhanded, perverse, classless superstar in the WWE.
For some reason, Steve really attached himself to Angle, and one day I must have made some negative comment about him, and Steve jumped all over my ass about it. This was 4 years ago. He insisted that at some point I was a big Angle supporter, which I don't particularly remember, but he insists it's true, and ever since he's been pushing me to get back into Angle. Like I said, I have nothing but respect for Kurt Angle. I'd say he's one of the top 5 superstars in the WWE today. I'm thoroughly entertained by him. But for the sake of argument, I've fought Steve on this Angle thing since he brought it up. Angle makes it easy for me, as he's always pulling some classless act such as demanding to have sex with someone's wife, or engaging in beastiality. So it's not too hard to fight Steve on his claim of Angle's greatness. Angle's win/loss record also works in my favor. As great as a wrestler as Angle is, he ultimately loses about 98% of his matches. He manages to win the really big ones that matter the most, but week to week usually screws himself, by trying to cheat and it backfiring on him. I'm hardly the only one who isn't pulling for Angle. For the past 4 years Kurt Angle has not ONCE been able to come down to the ring to compete without the entire crowd chanting in beat with his entrance music, "YOU SUCK!" Like me, everyone one of those people respect the shit out of Kurt Angle. It's just part of his character, and it's fun for the fans.
Every title match Angle competes in is very tense for Steve and I now. Neither of us usually have a vested interest in any match in particular, but somehow our pride has now been put on the line everytime Angle competes for the title. Like I said, Angle's win/loss record works in my favor more often than not. Just this past Sunday, Angle competed in an Elimination Chamber match for the WWE Championship. Deep down, I had a feeling Angle was going to win it. I even called it, and admitted it to Steve before the match. Miraculously Angle was the FIRST guy to be eliminated. The whole bar erupted in celebration, chanting ANGLE SUCKS!!!
I have enjoyed many a celebration over Kurt Angle's losses. Poor Steve, I think has taken this a little too personally sometimes. It's really all in good fun. I think it's just frustrating for him to be on the losing end so often. I am a bit rough on him though. I rarely pass up an opportunity to rip on Angle, or accuse Steve and Angle of being lovers. Everytime Angle has a title shot I wear a shirt Holly helped me make that says "Angle Sucks!". (Which I incidentally have gotten many compliments on at the bars we're at for the PPV's). For Steve's birthday, I got him a shirt that said, "I took it in the ass from Kurt Angle, and all I got was this lousy shirt!"
This morning as I was having my morning coffee, checking WWE.com for the latest updates as I usually do... They announced that at the taping for Smackdown last night, which will air this Friday night, The World Heavyweight Champion, Batista, was stripped of the title due to injuries that will not allow him to compete for 6 - 9 months. With the title vacated, a battle royal was held to determine a new champion.
In an unprecedented turn of events, Kurt Angle who is NOT on the Smackdown roster, but is from RAW, was somehow allowed into the battle royal and WON The World Heavyweight Championship!
Unfuckingbelievable!
Like I said, this won't air until Friday and currently Steve knows nothing of it. I'm not going to tell him. I was planning on skipping going to his place this Friday night for Smackdown to do other things, but now I have an obligation to be there. I owe it to Steve to be there in person, so that he may revel in this rare victory. I have rubbed Angle's losses in his face for 4 fucking years. This Friday night, will be a HUGE night for Steve Finkler. So I'm canceling my plans, and I'm going over there to take my lumps like a man.
All I can say is that I hope Angle holds onto that title until Wrestlemania 22, so that I may be there in person to watch him lose it!
ANGLE SUCKS!!!
Since the beginning when I started watching wrestling I've always respected Kurt Angle. For those who don't know, Kurt is a legitimate Olympic hero, having won a gold medal at the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta Georgia in freestyle wrestling in the 220lb. class. To watch him wrestle is to watch an artist at work. He is perfect. He moves with fluidity, and grace.
His character in the WWE is the arrogant asshole who is a gold medalist, who can't pass up the opportunity to tell others about it, and insists that he is everyone's Olympic hero. He claims to live by his three "I's"... Intelligence, Integrity, and Intensity. The last "I" is the only thing he lives true to. Otherwise, his character is the most underhanded, perverse, classless superstar in the WWE.
For some reason, Steve really attached himself to Angle, and one day I must have made some negative comment about him, and Steve jumped all over my ass about it. This was 4 years ago. He insisted that at some point I was a big Angle supporter, which I don't particularly remember, but he insists it's true, and ever since he's been pushing me to get back into Angle. Like I said, I have nothing but respect for Kurt Angle. I'd say he's one of the top 5 superstars in the WWE today. I'm thoroughly entertained by him. But for the sake of argument, I've fought Steve on this Angle thing since he brought it up. Angle makes it easy for me, as he's always pulling some classless act such as demanding to have sex with someone's wife, or engaging in beastiality. So it's not too hard to fight Steve on his claim of Angle's greatness. Angle's win/loss record also works in my favor. As great as a wrestler as Angle is, he ultimately loses about 98% of his matches. He manages to win the really big ones that matter the most, but week to week usually screws himself, by trying to cheat and it backfiring on him. I'm hardly the only one who isn't pulling for Angle. For the past 4 years Kurt Angle has not ONCE been able to come down to the ring to compete without the entire crowd chanting in beat with his entrance music, "YOU SUCK!" Like me, everyone one of those people respect the shit out of Kurt Angle. It's just part of his character, and it's fun for the fans.
Every title match Angle competes in is very tense for Steve and I now. Neither of us usually have a vested interest in any match in particular, but somehow our pride has now been put on the line everytime Angle competes for the title. Like I said, Angle's win/loss record works in my favor more often than not. Just this past Sunday, Angle competed in an Elimination Chamber match for the WWE Championship. Deep down, I had a feeling Angle was going to win it. I even called it, and admitted it to Steve before the match. Miraculously Angle was the FIRST guy to be eliminated. The whole bar erupted in celebration, chanting ANGLE SUCKS!!!
I have enjoyed many a celebration over Kurt Angle's losses. Poor Steve, I think has taken this a little too personally sometimes. It's really all in good fun. I think it's just frustrating for him to be on the losing end so often. I am a bit rough on him though. I rarely pass up an opportunity to rip on Angle, or accuse Steve and Angle of being lovers. Everytime Angle has a title shot I wear a shirt Holly helped me make that says "Angle Sucks!". (Which I incidentally have gotten many compliments on at the bars we're at for the PPV's). For Steve's birthday, I got him a shirt that said, "I took it in the ass from Kurt Angle, and all I got was this lousy shirt!"
This morning as I was having my morning coffee, checking WWE.com for the latest updates as I usually do... They announced that at the taping for Smackdown last night, which will air this Friday night, The World Heavyweight Champion, Batista, was stripped of the title due to injuries that will not allow him to compete for 6 - 9 months. With the title vacated, a battle royal was held to determine a new champion.
In an unprecedented turn of events, Kurt Angle who is NOT on the Smackdown roster, but is from RAW, was somehow allowed into the battle royal and WON The World Heavyweight Championship!
Unfuckingbelievable!
Like I said, this won't air until Friday and currently Steve knows nothing of it. I'm not going to tell him. I was planning on skipping going to his place this Friday night for Smackdown to do other things, but now I have an obligation to be there. I owe it to Steve to be there in person, so that he may revel in this rare victory. I have rubbed Angle's losses in his face for 4 fucking years. This Friday night, will be a HUGE night for Steve Finkler. So I'm canceling my plans, and I'm going over there to take my lumps like a man.
All I can say is that I hope Angle holds onto that title until Wrestlemania 22, so that I may be there in person to watch him lose it!
ANGLE SUCKS!!!
Thursday, January 5, 2006
Time Off
Well, I'm falling apart...
I'm forcing myself to take the next week off entirely from the gym. I've been going just about non-stop with heavy lifting, 6 days a week, since July. With the exception of my week in Florida. Which I came back from strong, feeling great... which you'd think would be a sign.
My right side of my body has been giving out on me lately. My right shoulder failed me entirely the other day when I was benching, my right elbow has been in pain, my right knee has been hurting a lot... my joints are getting sick of all this shit. The thing that sucks is that I really only have a few more weeks of heavy lifting to go, I wish I could have made it a few more weeks before having to ease up, because I would have had to anyway. I'll soon be changing my workouts from heavy weight and low reps, to lighter weight and high reps. But this is a necessary rest, otherwise I risk injury, which will fuck me in the big picture.
Allowing myself rest time has always been a problem for me. It's a mental thing. I feel like if I'm not in the gym training, I'm wasting time. But the fact is that your body cannot grow, if you do not allow it the time, and rest to. I know this, I'm very well aware of this, yet I cannot seem to keep my ass out of the gym. It becomes such a part of your daily routine, that you don't feel right if you haven't done it. Regardless, I need to allow myself some time to rest, heal, and grow. So for the rest of the week I'm staying out of the gym entirely and taking the time to work on other projects in my life, that I otherwise wouldn't have the time for.
Through out the week, I'll continue to maintain my creatine levels, my protein intake, and am adding glucosomine into the mix in an effort to repair my worn joints.
I'll return next week, and I'll take it easy. I'll ease my way back into things, and when I feel I can take the heavy weight again, I'll be all over it. But like I said, I'll be changing things up soon anyway.
I'm forcing myself to take the next week off entirely from the gym. I've been going just about non-stop with heavy lifting, 6 days a week, since July. With the exception of my week in Florida. Which I came back from strong, feeling great... which you'd think would be a sign.
My right side of my body has been giving out on me lately. My right shoulder failed me entirely the other day when I was benching, my right elbow has been in pain, my right knee has been hurting a lot... my joints are getting sick of all this shit. The thing that sucks is that I really only have a few more weeks of heavy lifting to go, I wish I could have made it a few more weeks before having to ease up, because I would have had to anyway. I'll soon be changing my workouts from heavy weight and low reps, to lighter weight and high reps. But this is a necessary rest, otherwise I risk injury, which will fuck me in the big picture.
Allowing myself rest time has always been a problem for me. It's a mental thing. I feel like if I'm not in the gym training, I'm wasting time. But the fact is that your body cannot grow, if you do not allow it the time, and rest to. I know this, I'm very well aware of this, yet I cannot seem to keep my ass out of the gym. It becomes such a part of your daily routine, that you don't feel right if you haven't done it. Regardless, I need to allow myself some time to rest, heal, and grow. So for the rest of the week I'm staying out of the gym entirely and taking the time to work on other projects in my life, that I otherwise wouldn't have the time for.
Through out the week, I'll continue to maintain my creatine levels, my protein intake, and am adding glucosomine into the mix in an effort to repair my worn joints.
I'll return next week, and I'll take it easy. I'll ease my way back into things, and when I feel I can take the heavy weight again, I'll be all over it. But like I said, I'll be changing things up soon anyway.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
2 A Day & A Second Show?
Well I'm entering my last month of, "the easy part", of training for this competition...
Around the last week of January, my schedule will change from 6 workouts a week to 12. In the mornings, it will be my regular weight training, and then the evenings will be intense cardio and abs. I'll be doing around an hour and a half of cardio, and about a half hour of abs. So I'll be clocking in about 4 hours a day in the gym, times 6 days a week... that's about 24 hours of training a week. Which I guess doesn't sound that bad on paper... but it's going to be rough. I'll have to keep this shit up until May 6th. I want to begin the 2 workouts a day routine a few weeks before my diet starts, so that I'm not doing it all at once. It would be a lot to handle. So if I can get myself into the groove with the workout routine, then the diet won't be quite as daunting.
So, until then, I'll just enjoy these "easy" days of heavy lifting.
In talking to some of the other guys at the gym about my competition, I've also learned that there is another competition a week later... "The Mid-Illinois". They're all telling me I should do that show too, as I will be in shape and dieted for it, and it's only one week after my first show. On paper it makes sense... but that's a decision I'll make the day of my first competition. If I'm really dying, and want to eat food and drink water again, then I'll say fuck it. If I'm actually handling the diet ok, then I may tough it out for one more week, and do the second show. I'll have gotten my first two shows under my belt within a week.
But like I said... we'll fuckin' see.
Around the last week of January, my schedule will change from 6 workouts a week to 12. In the mornings, it will be my regular weight training, and then the evenings will be intense cardio and abs. I'll be doing around an hour and a half of cardio, and about a half hour of abs. So I'll be clocking in about 4 hours a day in the gym, times 6 days a week... that's about 24 hours of training a week. Which I guess doesn't sound that bad on paper... but it's going to be rough. I'll have to keep this shit up until May 6th. I want to begin the 2 workouts a day routine a few weeks before my diet starts, so that I'm not doing it all at once. It would be a lot to handle. So if I can get myself into the groove with the workout routine, then the diet won't be quite as daunting.
So, until then, I'll just enjoy these "easy" days of heavy lifting.
In talking to some of the other guys at the gym about my competition, I've also learned that there is another competition a week later... "The Mid-Illinois". They're all telling me I should do that show too, as I will be in shape and dieted for it, and it's only one week after my first show. On paper it makes sense... but that's a decision I'll make the day of my first competition. If I'm really dying, and want to eat food and drink water again, then I'll say fuck it. If I'm actually handling the diet ok, then I may tough it out for one more week, and do the second show. I'll have gotten my first two shows under my belt within a week.
But like I said... we'll fuckin' see.
Thursday, December 8, 2005
For The Love Of Beer
This is the famous Budweiser beer!!! I know of no other brand produced by any other brewer which costs so much to brew and age. Their exclusive Beechwood Aging produces a taste, a smoothness, and a drinkability you will find in no other beer at any price. Budweiser "The King Of Beers" is brewed by their all natural process using the choicest hops, rice and best barley malt.
Budweiser pours with a golden sparkle, and so much head you'll be waiting 20 minutes before drinking it. With enough sweat on the bottle that the label at times just peels right off. The aroma is reminiscant of every frat party you've ever been to. The first sip brings a rush to the senses of hops, and barley malt. The aftertaste is immediately foul, however you will soon forget about it as your imminent innebriation takes hold. $12.00 for 24 bottles makes for a cheap night of getting trashed, and taking it easy.
Overall I give this beer a 5 out of 5!
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(This report dedicated to the true master of beer tasting, Mr. Donny Thompson!)
Monday, November 21, 2005
Ticket Prices
Well, I found out how much admission for my competition in May is going to be. Unfortunately the tickets cost more than I thought they would. They will be $25.00 per person. I know this will probably cut down on the number of people coming out that night to see me. It's already a drive out to Rockford, and then the money on top of it.. it's a bit much to ask of people I suppose. Regardless, I'll be appreciative of all those who can make it out. For those who would like to come out and offer their support, but feel the $25 is a little steep, you can attend the daytime competition also known as "pre-judging". Daytime admission is only like $7 - $10. The day show is simply the judging. No music, no individual routines, the competitors get lined up in their classes, and are run through specific poses so that the judges can make their decisions. I'll have more information on times and all as we get closer to the show. It's all still a ways off from now.
Results, and photos from the most recent competition from a few weeks ago have been posted here...
http://boonecountysports.smugmug.com/gallery/966548
This will give you all a glimpse of what these competitions are like, and why I keep saying I'm going to get killed in mine. Like I said I'll be competing in the heavyweight class. So check them out... you'll see what I mean.
Results, and photos from the most recent competition from a few weeks ago have been posted here...
http://boonecountysports.smugmug.com/gallery/966548
This will give you all a glimpse of what these competitions are like, and why I keep saying I'm going to get killed in mine. Like I said I'll be competing in the heavyweight class. So check them out... you'll see what I mean.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
My Favorite Eddie Match
For the first time in 5 years I have found myself NOT wanting to watch wrestling...
I have the last 4 years of pay-per-views on DVD which pretty much dominate my allotted television viewing time. But almost every one of them features Eddie Guerrero in a match somewhere.
I've been on and off depressed over this since last Sunday. This isn't the end of the world for me or anything, it's just something I haven't quite gotten over entirely yet. So watching wrestling just seems depressing to me right now. In an effort to try and get over it, I went through my PPV's and tried to find the one that I felt featured Eddie Guerrero's best match.
Judgement Day 2004: WWE Champ Eddie Guerrero vs. John "Bradshaw" Layfield
This was it. From start to finish this was a great Eddie match. He was quick, technical, funny, and had the crowd on his side from start to finish. The match ends in a disqualification, which allowed Eddie to retain the title, but the win technically went to JBL.
JBL cracked Eddie over the head with a chair, and for the remaining 20 minutes of the match Eddie POURED... and I mean POURED blood EVERYWHERE!!! For 20 minutes he painted the canvas of the ring with blood, the announce tables were covered in his blood, JBL was wearing it, and Eddie who was half out of it for a few minutes bursts back to life doing his Latino Heat dance in the middle of the ring, and floors JBL. The crowd went apeshit, and it was a fun match to watch. That's what Eddie did, he made fun matches. If someone were to ask me to show them the best match I own of Eddie Guererro, I would show them that match. So if you'd ever like to see it, I'd love to show it to you.
Watching this was hard for me, but it did help me.
I talked to Neil tonight. It was the first time I've talked to him since all of this happend. I kind of thought he wouldn't understand me being so upset over this, but I was wrong. He completely understood, and was really awesome about it. It was like he could read my mind, he knew exactly how I was feeling. He related it to when Daryl Kile of the St. Louis Cardinals passed away in his sleep. Neil took that very hard, and was at the first home game following the death, where they had a pre-game tribute. He said he was standing there crying through the whole thing. So he did know, and understood. That made me feel better.
They found Eddie's cause of death. Heart disease. It was a lingering effect of the abuse he put his body through years ago when he was addicted to drugs and alcohol. This hit home for me, in relation to my friend who's having similar problems. Who thinks he can do all the things he's doing to himself until his 30's, quit, and everything will be fine. Well, Eddie was 34 when he went clean, was 4 years sober, and still suffered for his past. I just hate where this is all going.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Pictures
I just wanted to post a few pictures from the show last night, for those who might not have gotten to see it. It really is truly amazing how much this has impacted me. I have been breaking into tears on and off since Sunday night...
Even now...
Remembering Eddie
I just wanted to say that the memorial show for Eddie Guerrero last night was very well done, and was extremely appreciated on my part. I am someone who needs closure to extremely upsetting situations like this, and like a funeral provides such closure, so did last evenings show. It was naturally, a very difficult thing to watch. To see people whom I consider to be almost superheroes, crippled with grief, and bent over in tears. It was truly a testiment to who Eddie Guerrero was, not only as a performer, but as a person. Again my deepest regrets go out to not only Eddie's friends, fellow fans, but his family. All night the one common denominator between all of the testimonials his friends gave about him, was how much Eddie spoke of his family, and his love for them. That everything he did in that ring was for them.
I have the highest respect for professional wrestlers. I take a lot of shit for it. Most people don't truly understand what it takes, and the sacrifices these men and women make on a daily basis. This is why I get so defensive when people immediately rip on wrestling when I mention I love it, when they themselves don't know shit about it. I respect Eddie Guerrero, and I will honor his memory with a continuing, undying respect for him.
This whole experience has definitely affected me. I'm not sure what the final result will be, but I know that a part of me will not be the same for having experienced this.
One last time, I want to say thank you to Eddie. For busting his ass 300 days a year in that ring, sacrificing his body out there, for making me laugh, and helping me forget my own pain.
You will be missed Eddie, but never forgotten.
Viva La Raza!
Sunday, November 13, 2005
A Tragic Loss
Today, a great man passed away...
This morning, Smackdown Superstar, and former WWE Champion, Eddie Guererro passed away in his sleep. He had arranged a 7 a.m. wake up call with the hotel he was staying in, up in Minneapolis, and didn't respond. After several attempts the hotel contacted Eddie's nephew and fellow WWE Superstar, Chavo Guererro, who was staying in the same hotel, and they entered Eddie's room. He seemed to be sleeping, according to Chavo, and he just wouldn't wake up. Chavo realized there was something wrong, called 911, and began performing CPR... but it was too late. Currently the cause of death is unknown. An autopsy is being performed to attempt to determine the cause of death.
It is no secret that Eddie battled a serious drug addiction several years ago. So naturally the question was posed, "Did Eddie relapse into drugs again, and possibly have killed himself?". Chavo Guererro answered, that the day before Eddie's passing, he had shared in a private moment with Chavo, that he was 5 years clean and sober as of 3 days prior. Chavo said that you could see in Eddie's face how proud he was of himself, and Chavo high fived him, hugged him, and told him how proud he was of him. So the answer is no. Whether long term effects from the damage he caused himself years ago, had any influence on Eddie's early demise, has yet to be determined.
First and foremost, Eddie Guererro was the father of 3 girls. Ages 12, 8, and 2. He was also a loving husband to his wife Vickie Guererro. And as mentioned earlier was the loving uncle of Chavo Guererro. They were very close in age, and were more like brothers than anything. They collectively were former WWE Tag Team Champions together.
Eddie's story of overcoming his drug addiction, made him a very humanized character in the WWE. He wasn't a superhero. He was a real guy, with real problems, but with the courage and love of his family to help him overcome his demons. Thusly the WWE really brought you into the personal life of Eddie Guererro. Specials, interviews etc. allowed the viewers to get to know the Guererros, and the path they've been down. It is because of this insight, and the simple adoration for everything he brought to professional wrestling, that I am deeply saddened by this loss, and would like to offer my deepest, and most heartfelt condolences to the Guererro family.
Eddie Guererro brought color, energy, smiles, and laughter with him every time he drove out to the ring in a different low rider. His in-ring family tradition of lie, cheat, and steal to win, brought about some of the most hysterical scenarios in the ring and out. Latino Heat... that was what he called the energy he had, the passion he felt.
Eddie had a lot of friends in the locker room. But there were some that he was closer with than others. Guys he had been all over the world with, who had seen him at his worst, and watched him rise up to overcome it. I would like to take a moment to recognize the men who Eddie Guererro called a friend...
Chris Benoit
Dean Malenko
Perry Saturn
Chavo Guererro
Rey Mysterio
Rob Van Dam
Booker T
4 years ago, when I started watching WWE, that was when Eddie Guererro came into the company again after completing his drug rehab. 4 years ago... The journey I have been on in the last few years in my life, I have taken along with me a group of characters that would become like a family to me, Eddie came along for that ride. Every one of those men on the roster who made me laugh when no one else could, who helped me forget the pain when nothing else could, who inspired me when no one else could... every one of those men feel like family to me. I see them everyday, and I see what they are willing to go through to do what they love, and to entertain the fans.
I feel as though I have lost someone very close to me.
I know that many will think I've probably jumped off the deep end at this point, to be this upset about someone on television who I've never met in person. But like I said, he was very real person, with a very real family, who will now have to go on without their loving father and husband. I feel great sadness for the Guererro family, because I know what a great person Eddie Guererro was.
This morning as I ate my breakfast I had been watching Wrestlemania 20 on DVD. Even as I watched it I was asking myself, "why am I watching this?". It's really not the greatest Wrestlemania, but for some reason I wanted to see it. It wasn't until the end when I saw my favorite part, that I remembered there was in fact a part that I liked.
At Wrestlemania 20, Eddie Guererro, and his best friend Chris Benoit had both won the WWE Championship, and World Heavyweight Championship, titles respectively. At the end of the night they stood in the center of the ring together, belts in hands, hugging, and red in the face with tears. You could tell they were hugging and crying so hard they just couldn't let go of each other. Madison Square Garden, with confetti falling all around them. That was the best part of Wrestlemania 20, and it is my favorite moment of Eddie Guererro's career. I saw it this morning... I got the news tonight.
I had logged onto WWE.com this evening just to check in and see what was new. There on the front page was the announcement, and a link to watch a press conference on the issue with Vince McMahon, and Chavo Guererro. At first Holly and I were just in shock... it didn't hit me all the way. Then as I watched the press conference it all sunk in... and I cried. I'm still crying.
I think the hardest part for me is just trying to imagine the next year without Eddie around on the show. To not see his smile, and his dance he'd do in the ring. To not see where he'd go next in his career, for him to not live to be inducted to the hall of fame. Knowing he won't be there to perform at Wrestlemania 22...
Knowing how incredibly awful this is for his family.
Tomorrow night on Monday Night RAW, they will be dedicating the whole episode as a tribute to Eddie Guererro. The wrestlers have all been told that they do not have to wrestle. Any matches tomorrow evening are voluntary, and are dedicated to Eddie. The majority of the show will simply be each Superstar getting some camera time to share their memories of Eddie, and say their good byes. This will be one night of Wrestling at Steve's I will not be attending. I am going to have to watch this one alone. It will be way too upsetting to see with other people there. But I will watch it. This will be an episode of RAW that will be talked about forever. So should you read this in time, I encourage you to catch it on USA, Monday night, November 14th, at 8 p.m. I guarantee it will be unlike anything you've ever seen.
It will be very difficult to watch my heroes in tears, and in pain over this tragic loss, but as they were there for me during my pain, I will share this pain with them.
Good bye, and thank you Eddie Guererro, you will be missed.
Viva La Raza!
Thursday, November 10, 2005
A Friend In Need
This isn't directly related to my competition, but in the hours I spend in the gym, I spend a great deal of time thinking about things. This is something that has dominated my thoughts for a while now.
I have been very concerned about a close friend of mine. In the years I have known him he has always been a consistent pot smoker. Now right off the bat I want to say that I have smoked pot. And have even done it excessively. It's no secret. There was a period of time where everyone in my group of friends were smoking like crazy. We all went to extremes. With time, more and more of them laid off and eventually stopped. I took longer than most to lay off due to my extreme depression at the time, and the fact that at I hadn't worked out in years.
As our friends one by one slowed down and eventually stopped, my close friend never lost his momentum, and continued to do it more, and more, and more. People usually laugh it off, when they come by and see how wasted he is. It seems to have become his role in life, and it is a very costly one to take on. In the last year he has now added alcohol into the mix. Something that was more of a rarity for him back in the day. Now it's daily. I spend a great deal of time with him, and can't help but count the excessive number of BONG hits, and drinks he mixes himself within a 3 hour span, and that's just on a weeknight. Should he be on vacation, or just have the weekend off, it's at least twice as much per day. I have seen a lot of people who smoke a LOT of weed, but I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have never met anyone who smokes as much as he does. The drinking on it's own would be bad, but in terms of quantity isn't a devastating amount, just consistent. But when you add it up with the amount he smokes it is a recipe for severe health issues, or even an early death.
I have tried to talk to him about it, but he generally thinks that I'm overconcerned. That he doesn't have a problem, and even more so, doesn't think he's doing any damage to his body. He's in complete denial over the whole thing. He thinks because he is in his mid-twenties that he can do just about anything to his body, and not suffer any long term effects. He thinks that if he lays off in his mid to late 30's he'll be fine. Which is just not true, and even if it were, why would he stop then? At the rate he's going, he'll be doing it all 3 times as much by the time he's in his 30's, and that's assuming he doesn't add something else to his repituare. He also thinks that I'm some kind of health nut now or something, and that I'm just preaching to him. He relies on caffeine drinks to supply him with his energy, and pretty much eats crap from morning to night. But I'm more concerned with the weed and alcohol than his diet.
Now in the last year I've witnessed a few separate incidents, where he would black out and collapse right in front of me. There was once where we were standing in my kitchen with a few friends, just standing there talking, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his knees collapsed out from under him and he dropped to the ground SLAMMING his head on the kitchen counter on the way down. Naturally I freaked out. My brother and I got right down there and were trying to bring him to... I was 2 seconds from calling 911 when he came around, and he acted like it was no big deal. He said it was probably because he didn't take his multi-vitamin that day, and maybe he needed a Mountain Dew. Well I don't know many people who DO consistently take a mulit-vitamin everyday, and I don't see any of them passing out. I asked my father about it, and he believes that's a seizure of sorts. He's also done this in his own bathroom. I was over when he went into the bathroom, and then CRASH!!! I jumped up, and was banging on the door trying to get a response from him, and got nothing. I was once again 2 seconds from kicking the fucking door in, and then he responded. He had passed out again in there, and hit his head on the tub on the way down. If the substances don't kill him on their own, these subsequent blackouts might do it instead.
The worst was when he woke up in the middle of the night choking on a throat full of vomit. He jolted out of bed and said that the whole front of his bed was covered in puke, as well as all over the floor in FRONT of his bed, and he didn't remember vomiting at all. Now anyone else, this might scare the shit out them enough to take a look at what they're doing to themselves. He simply thought he should have kept it to 4 drinks that night instead of 5. That's all. No big deal. He's EXTREMELY lucky he didn't choke and die that night.
It was at this point that I couldn't take it anymore and had to talk to other friends of ours to try and find a way that we could all talk to him either as a group or individually, because I alone have not been able to make any progress. I think he needs to hear from people who have smoked heavily before, and stopped, and even from those who still smoke now, but just not as heavy as him. Every single person I've talked to about it, COMPLETELY shot the idea down, and those were the ones who even responded to my request. No one thinks he'll listen, no one thinks it will make a difference, they think because they haven't witnessed the events I have first hand, that they have no place to bring it up. Well I'll tell you right now, I ain't making this shit up. I wish more than anything it wasn't true. The other issue is that he does successfully maintain his job, pays his bills, and contributes to society. So in my friends eyes, he hasn't hit bottom yet. But it's just a matter of time. While he may maintain his job and all, his social life suffers for it. He is devoid of feeling any emotions other than the anxiety of getting through the day just to take that first hit, and forget about it all.
Now I agree that for him to get better, for him to get the help he needs, he has to want to get help. He has to recognize that he has a problem. But that's my whole point in trying to get people to talk to him. He thinks I'm full of shit, when I tell him he is going overboard, and he attributes it to me being some "health nut". He has shown disappointment in me for not continuing on the same path as him. He pities people who don't smoke everyday, because he assumes they hate their lives and are miserable otherwise. He needs to hear it from other people. That's the only chance he has. Ultimately he hates his life. That's why he feels the need to inebriate himself every free chance he can.
I was the same way.
When I was battling through the hardest time in my life, I was right on that line of wanting to die, but hadn't quite crossed it. The only thing that could ease the pain and anxiety I felt was to smoke. First thing in the morning to the last moment before bed. Really, it kept me from killing myself, but a point came where it had to stop. Me getting back into the gym was an intrical part in me kicking it.
What confuses me in our friends reaction to my concerns and requests for them to help me, help him, is that in the past few years none of them have ever thought twice about telling ME that I need help. That I need to talk to a social worker, or that I needed to stop smoking so much. Nobody ever hesitated to tell ME where to get off, and I think I'm someone who would be much more intimidating to talk to in that manner. I'm the one with the temper! But for my friend, everyone walks on eggshells. It hurts me, it saddens me, and it makes Holly just sick to see how chicken shit everyone is once again, in the face of a serious problem concerning a friend.
I have always said, that knowing someone has at LEAST tried to help, but failed, means so much more than them having not tried at all.
I was deprived of that in my time of need, I wish people could learn a lesson from that and use it to help our other friend. I don't want to be standing over his casket 10 years or less from now, knowing that the people who came over to his house so many times, who called him their friend, never even attempted to help him.
I have left him anonymous in this entry, but most who read this will know who I'm talking about. If he knew I wrote this, he may stop talking to me. But if someone doesn't step up to the plate here with me, and try to help, he'll be dead and won't be talking to me anyway.
I have been very concerned about a close friend of mine. In the years I have known him he has always been a consistent pot smoker. Now right off the bat I want to say that I have smoked pot. And have even done it excessively. It's no secret. There was a period of time where everyone in my group of friends were smoking like crazy. We all went to extremes. With time, more and more of them laid off and eventually stopped. I took longer than most to lay off due to my extreme depression at the time, and the fact that at I hadn't worked out in years.
As our friends one by one slowed down and eventually stopped, my close friend never lost his momentum, and continued to do it more, and more, and more. People usually laugh it off, when they come by and see how wasted he is. It seems to have become his role in life, and it is a very costly one to take on. In the last year he has now added alcohol into the mix. Something that was more of a rarity for him back in the day. Now it's daily. I spend a great deal of time with him, and can't help but count the excessive number of BONG hits, and drinks he mixes himself within a 3 hour span, and that's just on a weeknight. Should he be on vacation, or just have the weekend off, it's at least twice as much per day. I have seen a lot of people who smoke a LOT of weed, but I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have never met anyone who smokes as much as he does. The drinking on it's own would be bad, but in terms of quantity isn't a devastating amount, just consistent. But when you add it up with the amount he smokes it is a recipe for severe health issues, or even an early death.
I have tried to talk to him about it, but he generally thinks that I'm overconcerned. That he doesn't have a problem, and even more so, doesn't think he's doing any damage to his body. He's in complete denial over the whole thing. He thinks because he is in his mid-twenties that he can do just about anything to his body, and not suffer any long term effects. He thinks that if he lays off in his mid to late 30's he'll be fine. Which is just not true, and even if it were, why would he stop then? At the rate he's going, he'll be doing it all 3 times as much by the time he's in his 30's, and that's assuming he doesn't add something else to his repituare. He also thinks that I'm some kind of health nut now or something, and that I'm just preaching to him. He relies on caffeine drinks to supply him with his energy, and pretty much eats crap from morning to night. But I'm more concerned with the weed and alcohol than his diet.
Now in the last year I've witnessed a few separate incidents, where he would black out and collapse right in front of me. There was once where we were standing in my kitchen with a few friends, just standing there talking, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his knees collapsed out from under him and he dropped to the ground SLAMMING his head on the kitchen counter on the way down. Naturally I freaked out. My brother and I got right down there and were trying to bring him to... I was 2 seconds from calling 911 when he came around, and he acted like it was no big deal. He said it was probably because he didn't take his multi-vitamin that day, and maybe he needed a Mountain Dew. Well I don't know many people who DO consistently take a mulit-vitamin everyday, and I don't see any of them passing out. I asked my father about it, and he believes that's a seizure of sorts. He's also done this in his own bathroom. I was over when he went into the bathroom, and then CRASH!!! I jumped up, and was banging on the door trying to get a response from him, and got nothing. I was once again 2 seconds from kicking the fucking door in, and then he responded. He had passed out again in there, and hit his head on the tub on the way down. If the substances don't kill him on their own, these subsequent blackouts might do it instead.
The worst was when he woke up in the middle of the night choking on a throat full of vomit. He jolted out of bed and said that the whole front of his bed was covered in puke, as well as all over the floor in FRONT of his bed, and he didn't remember vomiting at all. Now anyone else, this might scare the shit out them enough to take a look at what they're doing to themselves. He simply thought he should have kept it to 4 drinks that night instead of 5. That's all. No big deal. He's EXTREMELY lucky he didn't choke and die that night.
It was at this point that I couldn't take it anymore and had to talk to other friends of ours to try and find a way that we could all talk to him either as a group or individually, because I alone have not been able to make any progress. I think he needs to hear from people who have smoked heavily before, and stopped, and even from those who still smoke now, but just not as heavy as him. Every single person I've talked to about it, COMPLETELY shot the idea down, and those were the ones who even responded to my request. No one thinks he'll listen, no one thinks it will make a difference, they think because they haven't witnessed the events I have first hand, that they have no place to bring it up. Well I'll tell you right now, I ain't making this shit up. I wish more than anything it wasn't true. The other issue is that he does successfully maintain his job, pays his bills, and contributes to society. So in my friends eyes, he hasn't hit bottom yet. But it's just a matter of time. While he may maintain his job and all, his social life suffers for it. He is devoid of feeling any emotions other than the anxiety of getting through the day just to take that first hit, and forget about it all.
Now I agree that for him to get better, for him to get the help he needs, he has to want to get help. He has to recognize that he has a problem. But that's my whole point in trying to get people to talk to him. He thinks I'm full of shit, when I tell him he is going overboard, and he attributes it to me being some "health nut". He has shown disappointment in me for not continuing on the same path as him. He pities people who don't smoke everyday, because he assumes they hate their lives and are miserable otherwise. He needs to hear it from other people. That's the only chance he has. Ultimately he hates his life. That's why he feels the need to inebriate himself every free chance he can.
I was the same way.
When I was battling through the hardest time in my life, I was right on that line of wanting to die, but hadn't quite crossed it. The only thing that could ease the pain and anxiety I felt was to smoke. First thing in the morning to the last moment before bed. Really, it kept me from killing myself, but a point came where it had to stop. Me getting back into the gym was an intrical part in me kicking it.
What confuses me in our friends reaction to my concerns and requests for them to help me, help him, is that in the past few years none of them have ever thought twice about telling ME that I need help. That I need to talk to a social worker, or that I needed to stop smoking so much. Nobody ever hesitated to tell ME where to get off, and I think I'm someone who would be much more intimidating to talk to in that manner. I'm the one with the temper! But for my friend, everyone walks on eggshells. It hurts me, it saddens me, and it makes Holly just sick to see how chicken shit everyone is once again, in the face of a serious problem concerning a friend.
I have always said, that knowing someone has at LEAST tried to help, but failed, means so much more than them having not tried at all.
I was deprived of that in my time of need, I wish people could learn a lesson from that and use it to help our other friend. I don't want to be standing over his casket 10 years or less from now, knowing that the people who came over to his house so many times, who called him their friend, never even attempted to help him.
I have left him anonymous in this entry, but most who read this will know who I'm talking about. If he knew I wrote this, he may stop talking to me. But if someone doesn't step up to the plate here with me, and try to help, he'll be dead and won't be talking to me anyway.
Tuesday, November 8, 2005
Back For More
Well I'm back from a week of rest down in Florida. My father completed the 2005 Florida Iron Man in 15 hours, and 9 minutes. It was a great trip, and all things considered I ate pretty healthy when I was down there. I kept my weight while I was gone. Usually if I don't work out for a week or so, I'll lose weight. I came back to the gym today feeling strong, and fresh. It was excellent. I anticipate this to be a fun week in the gym. I've got my new routine starting this week, I'll be loading creatine all week, and pushing heavy. It's time to start packing some serious fucking weight on, time to get fucking huge. I'm excited.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
A Time Of Rest
This will be my last full week of training for a week or so. My father is competing in an Iron Man Triathalon down in Florida next week... I know... this is a hell of a time to go to Florida, but it'll be on the northwest corner of the state, so assuming Florida is still there when we go... it should be ok. But with being gone for a week, I won't be training, and I'll get a week of 100% complete rest. It's hard to force this kind of rest when you're at home, as important as it is, you feel guilty not training... like you're wasting a day. It will be good for my body to get away from the heavy lifting, and rebuild itself... then the exciting thing is coming back to workout even stronger.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Wrestlemania 22 Tickets!!!
Today I got my ticket to Wrestlemania 22...
Now while I’m sure many of you are rolling your eyes , this is a very big thing for me. This is bigger to me than the event itself. It symbolizes something very deep to me, the end of one era… and the beginning of a new one.
5 years ago, I lost someone very dear to me, not to death, I just lost someone who no longer wanted to be apart of my life anymore. Most of you know the situation, and for those who don’t, you don’t need to know.
At the time I was lost and hurt. I had felt pain like I had never felt before, and it affected my life in just about every negative way possible. I lost my job, I lost friends, I lost my passion for music, for art, and I wanted to die. I had to smoke from the minute I got up in the morning, to my last conscious moment at night. For all the harm it was doing me, it was the only thing that kept me from wanting to die. It sedated me.
Right around that time was when I started watching wrestling.
Steve watched it every Monday and Thursday night, and always wanted me to come over to hang out. I wasn’t going over there to watch wrestling, I was going over there to hang out with Steve, to smoke, to get out of the house. It accounted for the whole 4 hours a week I left my home at the time. I never liked wrestling, I gave my brother shit about watching it all the years he did. I had no love for it, and found it a waste of time.
For some reason, I unexpectedly found myself being drawn into it. Taking an undeniable interest in it, at a time when I didn’t have interest in anything. Life was just a big white empty room that I lived in, and each day just ran one into the next. I could barely bring myself to take a shower sometimes, it was that bad. But before I knew it, come hell or high water, I was there for what has now come to be known as “wrestling night” at Steve’s.
Wrestling… who would have thought?
I have always loved characters. That was what I loved about He-Man, Transformers, Garbage Pail Kids, comic books etc. I’ve always been taken with characters. And for the first time since I was a kid, I had found a place where characters existed, in a comic book like setting, but were real people taking real risks. My love for bodybuilding also played a role in my obsession with wrestling. At the time I was grossly out of shape. Smoking my ass off, and either starving for weeks, or eating incessantly. I was gross, and I felt like it. At one point, after having not trained consistently for almost 4 years, I had gotten up to 230lbs and it was all fat. I truly no longer felt like myself. There were so many things in my life that I wanted to change, but had no control over at the time. But one thing I did know how to do, was workout, and lose weight. And if it was the only thing I could change, then I would do it. Being exposed to those physiques week after week and wanting to look, and feel in shape again, let alone look like them, was a big inspiration to me. It got me back into the gym. Which naturally forced me to lay off smoking, more and more as time went on. On my workout CD I’d listen to all of the various entrance songs the wrestler’s would come out to. To remind me why I was back in the gym, to drive me. I had developed an incredible amount of respect for the wrestlers, both as athletes, and human beings. I had read up on them, heard their stories, heard of their adversities they had overcome to get where they are now.
I needed someone to look up to, I needed a hero… I got a hundred of them.
Since then not a single Monday Night RAW, or episode of Smackdown has gone by that I haven’t seen as it aired. I needed a distraction from the pain, I needed something fun in my life again. Wrestling has provided this for me. It has been a long 5 years, and along the way I have suffered through an insurmountable amount of pain, and hidden it well from the general public. I really don’t know how I would have gotten through it without my wrestling.
All along, all I’ve needed was some closure to the events that had unfolded 5 years ago. No amount of wrestling could provide that. I needed the real thing. I needed an end to it. A week ago today I got it.
I spoke to the very person who I had lost so long ago. I got the closest thing to closure that I’m ever going to get, and after 5 years of living in hell over it all… it’s finally over. I will always have a scar on my heart over all that happened… and I still have a lot of healing to do, but the continuing pain is over.
One week later, I procured my ticket to Wrestlemania 22. I made it. I’ve earned it.
I made it through all the hell, all the pain. I whipped my ass back into shape, and am now on the road to compete in a fucking bodybuilding competition. Every sleepless night, every tear shed… And I finally got the answers I needed. And as if it were some sort of reward for it all, when I finally broke free, I was given this chance to go to Wrestlemania.
The last 5 years have all culminated to this event.
Wrestlemania is the biggest show that wrestling has to offer. It has been called the Super Bowl of wrestling, The World Series of wrestling. Wrestlemania has consistently sold out in less than a minute, year after year after year. Last year when they announced that Wrestlemania was coming to Chicago for 2006, I literally was in tears. The dream of going to the biggest show of the year in my hometown seemed to good to be true. Those who have been by my place since that day last March, have all seen the running countdown on the dry erase board in the kitchen. I told everyone, I’d sit in the last seat in the last row… I just want to be there. Even knowing it was coming, I wasn’t sure I’d get to go. Like I said it sells out in less than a minute. I was fortunate enough to get on the pre-sale list, and somehow I got a ticket.
April 2nd, 2006 will be the true culmination of all of these events for me. The day I’m standing there, World Heavyweight Championship around my waist, sign waiving in the air, and the show starting. I’ll have a hard time not breaking down right there.
I will always love wrestling, I will keep watching. It has helped me in so many ways. It somehow became my therapy. I still listen to that CD during workouts to this day, and if you’re wondering what song I’m going to pose to at my competition, I bet you could at least guess where it’s from.
I have a lot of regrets in my life, but one of the biggest has to be that I did not get into wrestling at a younger age. I'm certain that if I had, I would have made it my life's goal to become a wrestler myself.
I’m sure some of you may find this story to be a bit over the top. But it is real, and it is true. And this moment in my life is very important to me. For the first time in 5 years… I now have been reminded of what it truly feels like… to be happy.
So should you be watching Wrestlemania 22 on April 2nd, 2006... Know that Tom Else is there, and that it is one of the most special moments of my life.
170 days until Wrestlemania 22.
Now while I’m sure many of you are rolling your eyes , this is a very big thing for me. This is bigger to me than the event itself. It symbolizes something very deep to me, the end of one era… and the beginning of a new one.
5 years ago, I lost someone very dear to me, not to death, I just lost someone who no longer wanted to be apart of my life anymore. Most of you know the situation, and for those who don’t, you don’t need to know.
At the time I was lost and hurt. I had felt pain like I had never felt before, and it affected my life in just about every negative way possible. I lost my job, I lost friends, I lost my passion for music, for art, and I wanted to die. I had to smoke from the minute I got up in the morning, to my last conscious moment at night. For all the harm it was doing me, it was the only thing that kept me from wanting to die. It sedated me.
Right around that time was when I started watching wrestling.
Steve watched it every Monday and Thursday night, and always wanted me to come over to hang out. I wasn’t going over there to watch wrestling, I was going over there to hang out with Steve, to smoke, to get out of the house. It accounted for the whole 4 hours a week I left my home at the time. I never liked wrestling, I gave my brother shit about watching it all the years he did. I had no love for it, and found it a waste of time.
For some reason, I unexpectedly found myself being drawn into it. Taking an undeniable interest in it, at a time when I didn’t have interest in anything. Life was just a big white empty room that I lived in, and each day just ran one into the next. I could barely bring myself to take a shower sometimes, it was that bad. But before I knew it, come hell or high water, I was there for what has now come to be known as “wrestling night” at Steve’s.
Wrestling… who would have thought?
I have always loved characters. That was what I loved about He-Man, Transformers, Garbage Pail Kids, comic books etc. I’ve always been taken with characters. And for the first time since I was a kid, I had found a place where characters existed, in a comic book like setting, but were real people taking real risks. My love for bodybuilding also played a role in my obsession with wrestling. At the time I was grossly out of shape. Smoking my ass off, and either starving for weeks, or eating incessantly. I was gross, and I felt like it. At one point, after having not trained consistently for almost 4 years, I had gotten up to 230lbs and it was all fat. I truly no longer felt like myself. There were so many things in my life that I wanted to change, but had no control over at the time. But one thing I did know how to do, was workout, and lose weight. And if it was the only thing I could change, then I would do it. Being exposed to those physiques week after week and wanting to look, and feel in shape again, let alone look like them, was a big inspiration to me. It got me back into the gym. Which naturally forced me to lay off smoking, more and more as time went on. On my workout CD I’d listen to all of the various entrance songs the wrestler’s would come out to. To remind me why I was back in the gym, to drive me. I had developed an incredible amount of respect for the wrestlers, both as athletes, and human beings. I had read up on them, heard their stories, heard of their adversities they had overcome to get where they are now.
I needed someone to look up to, I needed a hero… I got a hundred of them.
Since then not a single Monday Night RAW, or episode of Smackdown has gone by that I haven’t seen as it aired. I needed a distraction from the pain, I needed something fun in my life again. Wrestling has provided this for me. It has been a long 5 years, and along the way I have suffered through an insurmountable amount of pain, and hidden it well from the general public. I really don’t know how I would have gotten through it without my wrestling.
All along, all I’ve needed was some closure to the events that had unfolded 5 years ago. No amount of wrestling could provide that. I needed the real thing. I needed an end to it. A week ago today I got it.
I spoke to the very person who I had lost so long ago. I got the closest thing to closure that I’m ever going to get, and after 5 years of living in hell over it all… it’s finally over. I will always have a scar on my heart over all that happened… and I still have a lot of healing to do, but the continuing pain is over.
One week later, I procured my ticket to Wrestlemania 22. I made it. I’ve earned it.
I made it through all the hell, all the pain. I whipped my ass back into shape, and am now on the road to compete in a fucking bodybuilding competition. Every sleepless night, every tear shed… And I finally got the answers I needed. And as if it were some sort of reward for it all, when I finally broke free, I was given this chance to go to Wrestlemania.
The last 5 years have all culminated to this event.
Wrestlemania is the biggest show that wrestling has to offer. It has been called the Super Bowl of wrestling, The World Series of wrestling. Wrestlemania has consistently sold out in less than a minute, year after year after year. Last year when they announced that Wrestlemania was coming to Chicago for 2006, I literally was in tears. The dream of going to the biggest show of the year in my hometown seemed to good to be true. Those who have been by my place since that day last March, have all seen the running countdown on the dry erase board in the kitchen. I told everyone, I’d sit in the last seat in the last row… I just want to be there. Even knowing it was coming, I wasn’t sure I’d get to go. Like I said it sells out in less than a minute. I was fortunate enough to get on the pre-sale list, and somehow I got a ticket.
April 2nd, 2006 will be the true culmination of all of these events for me. The day I’m standing there, World Heavyweight Championship around my waist, sign waiving in the air, and the show starting. I’ll have a hard time not breaking down right there.
I will always love wrestling, I will keep watching. It has helped me in so many ways. It somehow became my therapy. I still listen to that CD during workouts to this day, and if you’re wondering what song I’m going to pose to at my competition, I bet you could at least guess where it’s from.
I have a lot of regrets in my life, but one of the biggest has to be that I did not get into wrestling at a younger age. I'm certain that if I had, I would have made it my life's goal to become a wrestler myself.
I’m sure some of you may find this story to be a bit over the top. But it is real, and it is true. And this moment in my life is very important to me. For the first time in 5 years… I now have been reminded of what it truly feels like… to be happy.
So should you be watching Wrestlemania 22 on April 2nd, 2006... Know that Tom Else is there, and that it is one of the most special moments of my life.
170 days until Wrestlemania 22.
Friday, October 7, 2005
Tom Else: Heavyweight
Well I finally got my hands on the official competition rules, so that I could figure out what weight class I should shoot for. I had initially planned on entering the light heavyweight class, but today I found out that the light heavyweight class cuts off at 198 1/4 lbs. Well I'm around 228lbs right now, with the intent on getting bigger by the show. There's no way that I have 30lbs of fat on me to lose. I couldn't do it, not without losing muscle along the way. It's like trying to squeeze into a tight pair of jeans... it's just not going to happen. If I could have somehow competed in the light heavyweight class, I may have had a real good chance of placing in the top 5.
However, now I will end up qualifying for the heavyweight class, which is 198 1/4lbs and up. Which means I'll be up there with all of the biggest guys in the competition, on the low end of the weight class. So basically... I'm fucked. Like, I don't see how it's possible for me to even place in the show. Short of there being only 4 other heavyweights who enter. Which isn't going to happen. The heavyweight class averages between 10 - 20 guys.
But as I said when I started this, I'm not in it to win anything. It's all about the training. Just like you can't enter your first marathon expecting to win it. When one goes out to do something like this the first time, the goal needs to simply be to do it.
Plus you never know what could happen between now and May 6th, 2006. So I shall press on with the knowledge that I need to start getting seriously big.
However, now I will end up qualifying for the heavyweight class, which is 198 1/4lbs and up. Which means I'll be up there with all of the biggest guys in the competition, on the low end of the weight class. So basically... I'm fucked. Like, I don't see how it's possible for me to even place in the show. Short of there being only 4 other heavyweights who enter. Which isn't going to happen. The heavyweight class averages between 10 - 20 guys.
But as I said when I started this, I'm not in it to win anything. It's all about the training. Just like you can't enter your first marathon expecting to win it. When one goes out to do something like this the first time, the goal needs to simply be to do it.
Plus you never know what could happen between now and May 6th, 2006. So I shall press on with the knowledge that I need to start getting seriously big.
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