WORKOUT 25th July 2018

I just quit the


Everyone holds his fortune in his own hands, like a sculptor the raw material he will fashion into a figure. But it’s the same with that type of artistic activity as with all others: We are merely born with the capability to do it. The skill to mold the material into what we want must be learned and attentively cultivated.” — JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

For me, that quote holds a lot of truth. Over the past five years I dedicated a major part of my life to the gym. From bodybuilding, to powerlifting, to body-weight training and even a Spartan race, I tried it all. But last week I decided to close that door and open a new one.

I gave up the gym. I said goodbye to the everyday normality that followed my day job: workout, eat and sleep. But beyond the periphery, I said goodbye to hours on Youtube watching powerlifting videos. I bid farewell to the feeling of anguish that came from choosing the gym over dinner with a friend.

To master anything involves time – lot’s of it. And if you’re not careful, you might just miss out on a meaningful life.

I remember Deadlift day was a big deal. I’d look forward to it all week, but inevitably I’d always find a flaw in my form. It was demotivating. I obsessed over my squat technique, consulting every book, Youtube video, and professional coach I could reach. I even worked out with Larry Wheels (Google him).

Then I got injured. It was in January of this year and I was a week away from a 225lb(100kg) squat. This was a goal I set out in 2015. It was life. I endured two previous injuries and months of setbacks to make it this far. But this injury finally took the steam out of me.  I had 205lbs on the barbell and was on my 5th deadlift rep. I felt a pop in my lower back, which turned out to be a minor sprain. But I took the sign and decided to quit barbell training for the foreseeable future. I was devastated to know I failed my goal, but at the same time I felt a sense of relief. My identity was no longer tied to moving four 45lb plates on a barbell.

For the next few months I changed up my style of training. I focused on pull-ups and conditioning. This was fun, but deep down I didn’t feel the same sense of excitement I once did. I needed something new.

It’s been a week since I froze my gym membership. So far I’ve replaced it with two sessions at the swimming pool (where I discovered my freestyle is in dire need of improvement) and a Saturday morning run in Central Park – a pleasant change of scenery.

The next few months will be a true test for me. Who knows where I’ll end up – Pilates? Barre? Yoga, Spinning? Whatever I choose, I know I won’t let it consume my life. Some things just aren’t that important.

As always, pushing for health.











Started out with baby weights on the trap bar, but little did I know the crime I was committing in wearing those lifting gloves.









My progress pics just happened to coincide with the birth of selfies… and can you tell I like the color pink?

2015 – 2016

This was the peak of my powerlifting stage. I even trained at CT Fletchers gym in Las Vegas whilst on vacation #dedication !


2017 – 2018

The end of the squat and hello pull-ups