All I want for Christmas
(Besides world peace, true love, sunshine, etc…)
Nice, full, curvy delts. That’s what I want. And it’s what I can’t have, which makes me wonder if that is precisely why I want them. What is it about being denied something that makes us long for it all the more? Am I chasing strong and sexy delts the way a teenage girl chases a cute boy, only to reject him the moment he turns her way?
If my shoulders were strong and I had no problem sculpting curvy muscle that would give me the illusion of a taper in my waist, but was plagued by knee problems, would I then long for wide deep quads and lean and tight hamstrings? Were we created to want most the very things that are just outside our grasp, chasing that glimpse of perfection (or success or satisfaction or love) like a man searching for the allusive Holy Grail?
I still feel the soreness in my quads when I stand after Saturday’s workout. I worked chest and back on Monday, arms again today. I added in a superset of side and rear lat raises with embarrassingly light weight. I should be satisfied. But I want more…I want that glimpse of what seems to always slip through my fingers like the cold Oregon mist on these foggy winter mornings.
But we can’t always get what we want now, can we?