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"In a couple hours, the sun will be up and the world will start buzzing. But for now, it's still dark outside and fucking cold. The gym is still empty, silent. I'm alone. I've got another set to do. I grip the bar, feel the cold iron in my hands. It's familiar, yet strange. How many times have I been under this weight, looked up, and tried to push the weight through the ceiling? I couldn't begin to count. But every time I feel the steel, I tell myself it's the first time--and the last. Never take anything for granted. Not a single rep. Not a single meal. That's what has kept me from getting stuck in a rut. What'll keep me fucking going for the next 18 weeks? It's a date circled in red. Soon, when I'm done here, I'll punch out and head on home. Is bodybuilding a job? Fuck yeah. The toughest in the world. And the gym is my office. When I get home, I'm not done for the day. Far from it. Shit, bodybuilding is a job, but it's much more than that. Bodybuilding... This is my life...
Everyone's day starts the same. Wake, take a leak, get dressed. The pants go on one leg at a time.
Im not like everyone. I dont live like they live. I dont eat what they eat. No donuts. No coffee with cream & two sugars. No morning papers. Its 6:52am & Im on my second meal. While everyone else is hitting the snooze, Im hitting my stride.
No coffee breaks...No weekends...No sick days...
What do I do? Im a bodybuilder & yeah, its a job. Only the day doesnt start at 9 & it wont end at 5. It starts from the time I open my eyes to the time I shut them. Its not a 5 day work week. I live it 24/7... This is a job. This is my life.
Your morning commute is driven in your mind. The route never changes.
The toughest part is sticking to the path, enduring the crushing routine. My drive wont change & each day that passes will bring me closer to my destination, the one Ive circled in red & taped to the cabinet. There is no rest. Ive got miles to go.
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