Poker & Genetics…

How important are genetics?

Genetics are like poker.

The hand you’re dealt is out of your control.

It’s like that time where you need to fart in public, praying it’ll be silent.

So you let rip.

It’s silent.

Get in.

Yet happiness quickly turns to fear when you realise the stench lingering from your direction concludes the silent but violent culprit was in fact you.

So yeah. Nothing you can do about it (your genetics) so you just have to deal with it.

On the other hand, your programing may be counterproductive, hence the lack of chest gains, but that’s a topic for another day.

You may blame the lack of ‘upper chest’ equipment at your gym?

And clearly blaming someone/something else is far easier than blaming the real culprt (you).

With blaming someone else a rush of dopamine (the feel good hormone) is released and for a split second it makes us feel good about our lack of progress.

Or at least until we look at our upper chest again.

Flat, un-defined, we look for the next thing to blame.

If you’re going to blame anyone…blame your parents, right?

Genetics Matter

‘Hard work beats talent (or genetics in this case) when talent doesn’t work’

I’m sure you’ve heard this one before.

If you don’t know anything about poker, this should clear things up.

Let’s imagine you’re playing with a friend.

He’s dealt two cards…a king and a queen of hearts (two very good cards may I add).

Relating these two cards in parent terms would be something like this:

Two ex-bodybuilders with ginormous calves who banged backstage at a bodybuilding contest, creating a child born with cows (not calves).

^^^You will understand that pun depending on your level of intelligence.

Now it’s your turn.

You’re dealt a two of spades and a seven of clubs.

If we relate these cards to your parent’s gym experience (or genetics), they’d be the couple who performed squats on bosu balls, who wore matching gym gloves.

Anyway, your friends off to a flyer.

You on the other hand…well let’s just say you have some work to do.

Disheartened at the prospect of having to train your calves four times a week, pissed off towards your parents; the dream of one day flaunting a masculine, lean physique seems some distance away.

Out comes the flop (the next three cards).

Two of diamonds, seven of hearts and ace of hearts.

Your hand is now superior to your friends (you’re winning).

With some (training) perseverance, hanging in there (patience) and a bit of luck, the tables have turned.

Hmmm, not looking so bleak for you know huh?

Motivational Monday

But let’s say you’re born with a shitty gene pool.

And you use this sentence to psyche yourself up pre workout:

‘Regardless of my shitty genetics; my work ethic, motivation and willingness to train every day outweighs any man whose genetics are superior to mine. Genetics do. Not. Matter’.

Now read that again in a Scottish accent. Powerful, huh?

Cool.

But to this I call nonsense.

The simple real world fact is the rate of muscle gain, fat loss and building a physique takes time (years).

Yes, years.

As life prolongs, the thinner the gains and the less patient we become.

We’re living in an era where services are available at a click.

Quite literally.

Take Uber & Deliveroo for example.

Need a taxi?

Click.

Done.

Food delivered to your own home?

Click.

Eat.

Want to naturally build more muscle?

Fuck off.

Wait 10 years you impatient prick.

Outlined below is a tables outlining what’s achievable in terms of natural muscle growth.

The maximum muscle growth potential of a natural (Gene Pool Dependant) looks pretty bleak, right?

Imagine knowing full well in your fourth year of training, you’ll gain around 1.3kg in muscle mass.

How disheartening does that sound?

You can train consistently, 4 times a week and only gain 1.3kgs of muscle hahaha.

It’s so bad it’s funny.

To Conclude…

Now, quotes mean very little/nothing to me, but this feels right.

Two things define you: Your patience when you have nothing and your attitude when you have everything.

I felt like you needed to hear (read) that.

I know full well I’ll never be stepping on stage at the Olympia alongside the likes of Phil Heath, Kai Greene et.al.

There’s no way in hell I’ll ever hold a world record for a squat, bench, deadlift based on my weight category.

Why?

1) I don’t want too
2) Have other priorities
3) Would get bored from the repetitiveness of the training
4) I’m better at rugby and football

If I would have perused a career in anything it would have been rugby. Because I was ok at it. It ran in our family.

The point I’m trying to get across? Work to your strengths. Find what you’re good at.

You don’t have to be massive if you don’t find the process enjoyable.

Just because everyone’s stepping on stage ‘bringing their best package’ doesn’t mean you have too.

If you like running, chances are you’re good at it, meaning you (probably) enjoy it, so run.

Don’t let the pressure of social media, your friends and society make you train/want to look a certain way.

Yet on the other hand, if you want to become a powerlifter, yet you don’t enjoy the repetitiveness of having to squat, bench and deadlift 2-3 times a week, then maybe PL isn’t for you and that’s okay.

Once again, thank you for reading and I would greatly appreciate it if you showed me some love as a like and a share makes me do cartwheels in my living room.

Now picture that, like my shit (if you think it’s good) and imagine me doing cartwheels.