ArtThenLIft’s BodyBlog

Lifting weights, nothing but you and the plates. piling them on, craving to get strong.  hard as a rock, lifting them blocks, you have nothing on me.  I send my muscles out on lease.  Strength is an illusion, its all about perceiving. Its all about believing.  and pretty soon you will start achieving.  I aint here to start preaching.  But please believe me when I say that this shit is so real that my blood sweet and tears cant compensate for what I do at the gym. Its my escape its my place of release, somewhere I get peace. something that keeps me at ease. helps me go to sleep. At night, I wonder, I ponder, why I do this thing called weight lifting. and the answer is to just get by.

dig it.  what you know about that. I stay up till three and wake up at 8. I paint all day work all night never sleep tight.  I lift on days off, never get a days rest, Im never at my best. FOol.what you know about that?  On my feet all day, get on the computer make some design, my eyes all blurry, cant wait to get to the gym in hurry. better start now or Ill get scurvy. uh yeah, you cant take heat, so get that beat, nothing but wack, have to lift weights on crack. so poor I aint got no slack,because fool Im one committed weight lifter.. MOFO…