14/04/2026 - Mike

Being your own John Rambo

Imagine this: 

it’s Saturday. You and your loved one are on the sofa with a bag of crisps and a six-pack of your favourite beer. It’s your first weekend off in a while. You’ve been working like a horse for the last few weeks. But tonight is your night, and you deserve it, right? The kids are at their grandparents’, so there’s no chance of anyone disturbing your peace. Your loved one has decided to order pizza. In the end, it’s her day off too, so no cooking. Parents are going to have some fun.

You lie down on the sofa in your relaxed-fit tee and shorts. Your belly is hanging out a bit. Not too much, you’re not obese, just a little overweight. You let your thoughts drift away. Your partner calls you back to reality. Since it’s your time off, she wants to watch a film. You’re both really into action films. You’re both in your forties, and you both remember cinema heroes such as Stallone, Schwarzenegger, and the rest, so you decide to rewatch Rambo.

You eat the pizza, drink the beer, and watch John Rambo firing his bow. You see the muscularity, the athletic shape, those joints moving smoothly like a well-oiled machine, and suddenly, you feel sad. You remember your younger self when you were at uni and in good shape. Maybe not in John Rambo shape, but with visible abs, firm arms, and a body that wasn’t so fluffy. Nostalgia.

The film ends, the pizza box is empty, and that six-pack is now just a memory. Suddenly, you are flooded with an intrusive thought. What if you sign up to the gym? What if you become your own John Rambo?

At first, you think your motivation is coming from the alcohol you’ve just drunk, and that you shouldn’t fall for it. But there’s a little devil sitting on your left shoulder, whispering in your ear: “Do it. Let the alcohol decide for you. You have time, you are strong, you can handle it. Just do it.”

You reach for your tablet, find the nearest gym, and sign up. The easiest part is done. Now you realise that you need a training plan. YouTube is your friend here. You find some random training plan and, after a quick look, decide to give it a go. The plan is five days a week, with seven to eight exercises each session and four to five sets of each exercise. It seems like a lot, but your inner Rambo knows what he’s doing.

You wake up the next day, still feeling strong in your decision. You find some old gym clothes and try them on. The T-shirt sits a little too tight around your waist, but that’s fine, just another reason to actually hit the gym. The plan is to start on Monday, so you need to sort out the logistics. Your work starts at 8am, the kids need to be at school by 7, and, with some quick maths, you work out that you need an hour and a half to complete your training. Considering that you finish work at 5pm and the kids have after-school activities, little Jenny has dance class and Toby has football training, both of which you need to drive them to and pick them up from, you need to choose between a gym session before or after work. It isn’t an easy choice, but the only way to make it work is to go to the gym before the kids go to school. A 4am wake-up it is, then. Decided. It brings you down a little, but no pain, no gain, right?

You’ve been juggling life and the gym for two weeks now. Your sleep quality isn’t great, you have cravings, but you keep going.

The next week, you have plenty of stress at work. Deadlines are chasing you and paperwork starts piling up, so you have to bring work home. But the gym is still on your agenda.

After four weeks of jumping between life, work and the gym, your body starts to give up on you. Your muscles are aching, you are constantly tired, brain fog is your new friend, and your motivation is fading away. However, you still want to power through and hit that freaking gym. You are your own John Rambo.

By week six, you give up. You can’t handle it, either mentally or physically. You are tripping up a lot and, instead of feeling better, stronger and faster, you are falling apart and realise you can’t do it anymore.

Why?

Because your equation didn’t take all the factors into account. Your training plan was too much, your life responsibilities were very demanding, and your work was a massive stressor. Plus, let’s face it, you are over 40, so you can’t act like you’re still in your twenties.

This post is not here to bring you down or tell you that you can’t work out, but to show you that your expectations must be realistic and aligned with your schedule.

That’s why you need smart planning, and sometimes it is better to outsource it to professionals, such as personal trainers, so your training fits around your life while still allowing you to go to the gym and become your own John Rambo.