So here I am again. We're on the 1st of July and I ve been counting down to this day for the past 3 weeks. I don't remember how it happened exactly but there was this magical moment that occurred sometime in June, and I knew that I simply had to do it again this year.
My Spartan challenge had not only succeeded last year in a mere 65 days; but apart from dropping 12kgs, buffing up and managing to transform to King Leonidas for Halloween, I was able to create a following, and inspire many to start their own quests for a better body, a better life, a better costume for the freaks like me or anything that required motivation, vision and will power. With more than 55.000 views, my blog had toured the world, I had gotten on TV for a couple of interviews, got featured in magazines and blogs... A glorious, epic journey about one man, willing to never retreat, never surrender; with the belief that death in the battlefield, in service to one's vision is the greatest glory he could achieve in his life. The blog was certainly not about losing weight, it was about staring at a monster of an endeavor straight in the face and saying "THIS IS WHERE WE HOLD THEM, THIS IS WHERE WE FIGHT, THIS IS WHERE THEY DIE", even if it gets you to the hospital 3 times with muscle lesions and spasms ...
(sorry Mom :)
I.
And
I had earned my Spartan shield last year, but life is about continuation; About constant renewal; About development. And if I was going to call myself a Spartan from now on, it wasn't because I pulled off a challenge a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away. For the time is alway in the now. The moment. And today, we're on the 1st of July 2011.
I'm not as fat as last year, that's for sure, I gained back 5 kgs as I stopped training on November 1st; but I'm still fairly muscular. Everything is relative though and we all need to progress. This year I want to push my envelope with a VENGENCE putting my old Leonidas costume (and body) to SHAME.
I did a lot of mistakes last year. Even with all the research I did, I ended up hurting myself and overdoing it. I got informed as much as I could but I wasn't monitored professionally. This is why I'm going to be coached by a sports expert and fed by a sports nutritionist/dietician. It doesn't matter where I train but I'm probably going to hit the gym this time. I'm talking massive gains, strength training and being ripped to the bone. Leonidas won't know what hit him.
II.
This time though, it shouldn't only be physical, it should be about major life decisions. A bigger message about following one's heart and going the distance no matter the odds. Spartans were warrior poets – like Antara Bn Chaddad. And with that logic, there is no way I would call myself a Spartan if I don't address the huge elephant, looming in my life: my stagnant painting career.
They tell you to "reach for the stars, for you would fall on a cloud", "face your fears and live your dreams". But they also tell you "you're going to starve", "dreams are pathetic at your age", "you gotta be responsible and think of your future", "use the talent you have to make money", "never decline jobs".
I might be a
designer. But I also know that I ended up in this profession because I was lead to believe that it was my only creative outlet in this competitive world; that if "I had any chance of making a living and use my imagination, graphic design is it." And this is what I ended up doing. And thankfully, I'm doing well for myself. I have shifted to illustration based design and art direction, and I mostly get carte blanches from clients; but a voice in my head keeps on pestering me and pushing my buttons. It mocks me. "You're still not a painter, you're still not an artist", "You're still not a painter, you're still not an artist" it repeats to me day in day out. "This is not your calling", "this is a career you're very good at, but this ... is NOT YOU."
And I believe this voice. And now is the time to have the BALLS to say: "THIS IS SPARTA" to anyone who hints at how mad I am. These 4 months represent THE SHIFT. The pivotal moment in time where the world will say: "crazy kid just decided and never looked back". I'm going to become a full fledged painter by the end of this challenge. Does it mean I'm dropping design all together? To be honest, I have no clue, but I will find my answers; and to keep my word, I'm going to use the same paradigm I did for the Spartan challenge and going to allocate a section where I will constantly post my progress so you can call me on it.
III.
This is no longer a personal project. Although Dine in Hell 2011, might be a ceremonial quest for me to test my boundaries and push my will power and discipline; this year, for those of you who doubted that it was possible to alter you whole body when the challenge 1st started but changed their mind when it was only too late, get off your computer chairs and couches, throw the metaphorical box of cornflakes and Mirinda in the trash and say it with me: "THIS HALLOWEEN, I SHALL DINE IN HELL".
I'm going to make it a point to have this challenge go as collective as possible and I'm dragging one of my bestest foreverest Paul Naggear and sister Chirine to help me out to make it go viral and do it with me along with other friends and Karly of course.
There will be a section that details work-outs and diets for people with different physical goals and we're gonna friggin' work to the bone to get there and party like there's no tomorrow on Hallow's Eve 4 months from now. No longer will our bellies sag in front of us as proof of our pathetic lifestyles. No longer will we let burgers (and other junk) define who we are as people. No longer will society dictate our roles and narrow our dreams. Physicality is merely the first barrier and we're going to smash through all of them.
We must tweet, have tweet-ups and to keep each other updated about the progress we're making and motivate each other to build a Spartan Army "so massive it shakes the ground with its march, so vast it drinks the rivers dry"!
Add me on twitter, like the
facebook page (and a youtube channel coming up soon ;) to join or simply to keep up with the updates and follow the journey.
To quote Delios: "Long I pondered my King's cryptic talk of victory, but time has proven him wise, for from free Greek to free Greek, the word was spread, that bold Leonidas and his 300, so far from home, lay down their lives not just for Sparta but for all Greece and the promise this country holds. Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called Platea, Xerxes hordes
[the fat in your case or anything you want it to be] face obliteration! Out there the barbarians huddle, sheer terror gripping tight their icy fingers, knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of 300, yet they stare now across the plain at ten thousand Spartans commanding thirty thousand free Greeks! HAOUUU!
The enemy outnumber us a paltry three to one, good odds for any Greek. This day, we rescue the world from mysticism and tyranny, ushering a future brighter than anything we could imagine! Give thanks men, to Leonidas and the brave 300.
To Victory!"
check out his call for arms here
It just started again.
See you tomorrow.
HAOUUU!