Good Day
My high school alma mater made it to the soccer state championship, and my friend who had 2 soccer championships from back in our day asked me if I wanted to go along. We woke up early, met, and rolled back to Columbia to watch Chapin take on Riverside in the 3A game. Chapin lost in PKs at the end of a relatively (for soccer) exciting game. The guy’s cried, i didn’t understand why (I’ve lost state championships before… never got the whole crying thing), and we started to leave.
I wore a blue Abercrombie polo (in honor of Chapin) and just felt big. Y’know the feeling where you have a little pump left over from the day before and just know that you’re looking solid. That was me. I naturally walk upright with confidence, not like I’m huge, just with my shoulders back, traps slightly flared and with a strong posture. On our way out we passed the line of people waiting to get into the 4A game. We passed a group of (probably) highschool guys who were jovially joking around waiting to get in, one of whom looked dead at me and said, "Look at this m*f*, swole as hell, lookin’ big!" He was obviously trying to get attention, but it was a solid compliment. Little things like that keep a guy working out. To the gym…
Grace and Peace,
Tripp
