A Poet and Didn’t Know it. Part II
by Thom Van Vleck
Here it is, the “long lost” poem from my past around 1979:
Each and every day, when time is free
I head to the weight room to pay my fee
Sometimes alone or with a friend
I lift the weights to no end
My chest, covered with muscle and sinew
Is filled with happiness that is not new
From the first rep to the last
I build strength that cannot be past
I am above the rest
In my happiness
Because weightlifting is like no other sport
It’s just me and the weights, from beginning to end
and if I am true, I will always win in the end
Now….I’m not going to be submitting this to any poetry competition anytime soon but this really got me to thinking. What motivated me back then? Had I lost some of that? I “self analyzed” myself and looked for what the 15 year old me could tell the 48 year old me.
Each and every day, when time is free how do I use my free time. Back then, I looked forward to every free moment and filling it with training or thinking about training. I was excited!
I head to the weight room to pay my fee lifting it paying the price. Every time I go to the gym I want to pay the price and NOT sell myself short.
Sometimes alone or with a friend. I can have a training partner, but you have to lift first and foremost for you!
I lift the weights to no end. I leave it all in the gym
My chest, covered with muscle and sinew. I am there to get strong! Never forget the main goal!
Is filled with happiness that is not new. I found joy in the journey and not just the goal.
From the first rep to the last. Make every rep count, never just go through the motions.
I build strength that cannot be past. Regardless of what “chicken salad theory” says, I have to have the attitude that I can be as strong as I want to be as long as I am willing to work hard enough.
I am above the rest in my happiness. I am exceptional. American was built on exceptional-ism. As long as I don’t bring anyone else down in the process. If you want to be your best you have to think you are the best and find joy in that.
Because weightlifting is like no other sport. Weightlifting is special. If you don’t get that….I can’t explain it.
It’s just me and the weights, from beginning to end. It starts with me and ends with me. I can want help, I can accept help…but I should never NEED help. I take personal responsibility for all that I do and if I get help, then it’s icing on the cake. I have to do this for myself.
and if I am true, I will always win in the end. Fate or destiny…..I believe I am in control (no matter how delusional that may be) because when I believe I’m in control then I will believe that what I do will actually make a difference and if I believe that I’m more likely to actually do it. I must stay true to my belief if I want to have any chance at getting stronger because if I don’t, I will most certainly not get strong.
Now, I’m not sure if 15 year old Thom really believed all those things….I like to think that in some way the seeds for my beliefs had been sown. But the reality is that I don’t know what I was thinking then…but it my thoughts can say a lot of where I’m at now. My mother used to tell me about the “Rawlings Curse” (my birth name was “Rawlings”…that’s a long story). It was almost this idea that those of us with Rawlings blood couldn’t help but fail. I hated that idea. I wanted to be successful. I rejected her logic and decided that I wanted to be in control of my fate. I made that decision at a very young age. However, one time my Uncle Phil did tell me, “If I believed in bad luck…and I don’t…..you have it”. I could let life kick the life out of me. But I choose not to and I lift on. It’s all a matter of how you want to look at it….your perception is your reality. My perception is that every challenge I’ve had in life has made me stronger. I look forward to the next challenge.