Surpassing your own father

anyone else know this feel? feels kinda sad man, he's getting old and i'm just getting stronger.
guess it's a part of growing up, but in my mind i'd never surpass him as weird as that sounds.
recently beat him in arm wrestling, and i bench pressed him (using him as a barbell), i can almost ohp him as well (he's gone down in weight for a while now). he's very happy for me, but i don't know bros, it just doesn't feel right. sorry for the blog post lads but i just had to get it off my heart

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My dad and I have always been competitive, so I always joke around with him that his time is coming, he’s 20 years older than me but still a tank

my dad is a fat whiny communist hippie poorfag retard who has spent the past 30 years trying to turn me into a failure like him and still gets visibly angry when i do anything to improve myself

be thankful you had (and still have, it sounds like) a good role model

This op. Mine's a beta alcoholic with no sense of purpouse and it hurts a lot to see the lost potential.

I'm stronger than my dad at everything except grip

he grew up as a track kid so he never did proper weightlifting, but he's always happy to spot my bench and squat

you must really suck. I surpassed him when I was 14, am taller stronger and better looking than him

I believe our fathers or at least the "good" ones, whatever that means, are really proud of us, regardless of them realizing they're no longer young or have the time left an can't go back to those golden days.

I used to admire my dad so much, he was such an intelligent man with a strong character, he still is but now I'm smarter than him though I still lack his character.

Although he is the opposite of a healthy adult in terms of physical strength and has told me he has regrets, I have taken the Yas Forums pill and on the rare occasions he has let me know he is proud of his son.

Dad's a loser alcoholic, I surpassed him a long time ago and with no regret

I was recently out at the field behind my old high school, thinking about how skinny I use to be, using my mother as a javelin, and my father came over and challenged me to a race. My mom didn’t want us to race so I did a farmer's walk home holding my 6/10 retarded cousins.

My Father was a 5'6 manlet and I got my Mom's 5'10 genetics, I already win.

My dad's a fat, diabetic piece of shit who throws temper-tantrums and refuses to take care of himself, even when told he needs to. Be glad you have a competent role model in your life.

Just not from weak stock like you. My dad’s a hunk.

>be current year
>dad is a former doctor and aggressive buisnemessman
>dad tells me all those hours spent in gym better start turning into dollar, either through fraud modelling or get sponsors

Atleast I have my gains r-right?

Dad left when I was a kid, I have probably surpassed him as he was an alcoholic career petty criminal.

Unsurprisingly, everyone responding to this post has daddy issues.

I'm with you though OP. My dad still looks great and is really fit but at some point, maybe even as late as his 80s, he's gonna start showing his age and it's hard for me to handle that idea. I think it's because usually with lifting there's always a subconscious desire to be better at it than other people but if you genuinely respect your dad he's one of the few people in the world that you don't want to compete with. It might just be a maturity thing though -- I'm still pretty young and it feels strange to think about the power dynamic in our family slowly flipping on its head as my parents start needing my siblings and I to take care of them more than we need them to support us

I feel like a lot of people who end up on Yas Forums had shitty parents, if not all, bar genuine autists

A lot of sub 27 kids itt

My dad wants the best for me but unfortunately is methods are counter-productive. He still believes the old boomer myths and will not admit he is wrong.
This unfortunately has been the biggest obstacle for my weight loss, him forcing me to eat because he thinks I'm starving myself. Actually I was eating the proper amount. Unfortunately for the boomers of this country, the "proper" amount will turn you into a diabetic or heart patient. Eventually I grew a pair of balls and stood my ground and refused. He gave up after a while.
I sometimes get angry and bitter at him for all this but I try to remind myself its because he wants the best for me. He actually taught me alot about discipline.

my dad mogged me for so long because he's 6'6 and 240+lbs (i'm 6'2 200ish)...but the past 3-4 years his health has been going downhill mostly due to his hard drinking catching up with him. he's basically a lanklet with a beer belly now and i'm stronger despite me still being pretty DYEL. he's not the best role model so...sucks for him but he did it to himself. kind of makes me mad because he was blessed with ridiculously athletic genetics and he spent the majority of his adult life boozing it away. whatever

In a way I am glad that my dad died before I got to know him, because his image will be forever pure in my mind, and I can never surpass him, since I have no point of reference. He was a genius, but also a total autist and alcoholic overweight dude with some issues, apparently. Woudl've also been helpful to have him around so I really have no clue if I'm just rationalizing suppressed pain or what.

This shit gets me pretty tripped out, yo.

When I realized I could throw a football farther than my dad I cried that night

HAHAHA

ive already surpassed my father, he used to lift and was in the nam, but after got fat and was an alcoholic. I still love him and he was always there for me, he said I was strong when he went to the gym with me :)

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T. Never had a father

Respect and cherish your dad's guys, after all they're part of the reason you exist

He was an abusive alcoholic who sudoku'd a couple years ago.
I still have some tears for him and I often wonder why because he was so terrible sometimes. But he was still good to me in ways and was my father.

It's a complex and painful situation. I don't know, man.

My dad suffered brain damage when I was a kid, and has been paranoid, schizophrenic and anti social all my life. Never had a father figure and I don't really know what that feels like.

He tried slitting his throat a year ago, but didn't cut deep enough and ran off into the streets only because my sister heard noises in the kitchen and woke up.

We ran around at 4 in the morning trying to find him.I held him down with him bleeding all over me, as my sister was crying and calling an ambulance.

I didn't feel anything. Even in the moment, I tried searching for tears. I don't know if I just resent him that much or I'm just incapable of feeling. Though I have realized since then, a real void where my emotions are supposed to be.

No. He died when I was 10.

>used to be a morbidly obese kid
>dad used to be really fit
now he weighs more than I do and I'm taller. I feel great about it, but I dont have much of a reason to feel sad about him.

I'm 40 and have a 3 year old boy. I haven't lifted for a decade, but I started again to be strong for him. I got him some 3 pound rubber dumb bells, and he walks around doing ohp all the time. I want him to be able to beat the crap out of me when he's 15 but understand the reasons why he wouldn't do it.

My dad was a pathetic trekkie who died when I was 10 and he was already nearing old age.