March, 15th, 2005 Tuesday (10:23pm....)
Entry#1
When it comes to bodybuilding, a lot of people say that athletes are cut from the same "cookie cutter " mold, and to a certain extent, they are correct. Instead of doing things a little differently and trying to innovate and take the sport somewhere new, we often merely take the industry pulse or swallow the spoon-fed propaganda of the self-appointed gurus. There is a whole world of ideas in every small, shitty gym out there. Every small town has a kid who’s made peace with pain and sacrifice, and traded daily comfort for an inch here and a rep there. We are there. We pound our fucking heads in every single day for those inches and reps.Yes, we overtrain. No, we don't stop when it hurts… We don't lie around in our beds when we get the sniffles. When I cracked my ribcage months ago, after work, people ask, “Where are heading?” Where do you think? The fucking weight room, right the fuck where I belong. I'm in there with John Grimek, Steve Reeves, Reg Park, Ed Coan, Dorian Yates, and Mike Mentzer... Whenever I step into the weightroom, I take these warriors with me. They’re a part of me. I thank the men who came before us and I say, "Brothers, you were right." That is the legacy I take with me when I go to the weight room. People look at me and say this shit is unreal. They say I'm on roids. They don't fucking understand what is it like eating 8 meals a day until the point you swallow what you puke inorder to grow. they don't understand what the fuck is nutrition all about. I say' my friend I'm just getting started'. Talk is cheap. Come with me if you got the balls.
When it comes to bodybuilding, a lot of people say that athletes are cut from the same "cookie cutter " mold, and to a certain extent, they are correct. Instead of doing things a little differently and trying to innovate and take the sport somewhere new, we often merely take the industry pulse or swallow the spoon-fed propaganda of the self-appointed gurus. There is a whole world of ideas in every small, shitty gym out there. Every small town has a kid who’s made peace with pain and sacrifice, and traded daily comfort for an inch here and a rep there. We are there. We pound our fucking heads in every single day for those inches and reps.Yes, we overtrain. No, we don't stop when it hurts… We don't lie around in our beds when we get the sniffles. When I cracked my ribcage months ago, after work, people ask, “Where are heading?” Where do you think? The fucking weight room, right the fuck where I belong. I'm in there with John Grimek, Steve Reeves, Reg Park, Ed Coan, Dorian Yates, and Mike Mentzer... Whenever I step into the weightroom, I take these warriors with me. They’re a part of me. I thank the men who came before us and I say, "Brothers, you were right." That is the legacy I take with me when I go to the weight room. People look at me and say this shit is unreal. They say I'm on roids. They don't fucking understand what is it like eating 8 meals a day until the point you swallow what you puke inorder to grow. they don't understand what the fuck is nutrition all about. I say' my friend I'm just getting started'. Talk is cheap. Come with me if you got the balls.
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