Why do you like to train? What is your goal?
Certainly most (younger) males train to look cool and to be attractive to women. Over time, that may change—at least it did for me, training became a way of life. It was fun to explore how far I could push the limits by doing more reps, or increasing the weights. I was sweating "just" to write higher numbers in my training notebook.
Later I just trained to continue "normal" eating (which was still too much). I felt like it was easier for me to exercise more instead of limiting my food intake. As a side note, this approach does not work. ;-)
Then my training changed a lot, and not because I simply changed my mind. Unfortunately, in 2009 I injured my shoulder very badly. Too many reps with too much weight while using not-so-good form killed my right shoulder. I could hardly lift anything, and when I tried to exercise, I had a lot of pain in my shoulder. I fell into a dark hole and had to think about what I was actually doing and why.
Luckily, I read about
kettlebells in a German fitness magazine (thanks Pavel) and how they can be great for rehabilitating shoulder issues. So, I swallowed my pride and got a
12kg kettlebell and trained with it for over a year until I was sure that I could safely increase the weight. I earned my
HKC certification in 2013 and my
RKC and
PCC in 2014. I never returned to the barbells and have not regretted that decision.
Exercising is an important part of my life, I will even get in a bad mood when I can not train. I like to use my strength and power in daily life—for moving furniture from point A to B, opening pickle jars, ore playing horse with my daughter, etc.
I discovered that
kettlebell training has made me stronger and more mobile than many men who are younger. It is soothing to realize that we do not really have to age, and can stay fit and strong for a very long time. Readers over forty will especially understand what I mean. ;-)
But we might not think that being stronger and more mobile is not really important. Vanity is probably one of the biggest motivations for many people, myself included. But honestly, can we really do something useful with our might?
Recently it all became clear to me when I saw my 83-year-old father lying in the bushes. He had fallen down in his beloved garden, was bleeding and not able to get up again on his own. He was lying there for about 1.5 hours before I found him. I rushed to him, and that big man (he is taller than me) felt so light when I lifted him. The only thing that mattered at that moment was to his get him up on his feet. I was glad that I had the necessary strength for the job. We went into the house and everything turned out to be okay since he was not seriously injured. I wish I had been able to find him earlier, but that could not be changed.