Haters-
You know youve made it when youve earned peoples envy. You know youve earned their envy when you have them hating on you. There are many different types of “Haters”. One type is the dirty look hater. This person watches you from the corner of the gym. You see them in the mirror giving you the look of death. You know the look. The look that could cut you in two. Good frickin thing your made of iron! Bring it! I feed of your anger. I love the fact that I can see the envy steaming out of you! It rises up into thick clouds of misery that linger over your head. Thats how I know who you are. Thats how I know that Im killing you inside. You watch me train. Forcing out every painful rep. You watch me flex. You cringe at the sweat shining on my lean mass. You are sheep, and I and the wolf (Pheonixrise) and I will tare you apart! Thats why you just sit and stare… cuz NO sheep, will EVER challenge a wolf. To these haters I say Thank you. Thank you for feeding my fire!
The Crap Pusher Battle-
“Crap Pushers” coined by ChickenTuna, these are the people in our everyday lives. They are a more subtle type of hater. They are our friends, our family, our co-workers. These people dont have the least bit of clue as to what it takes to live the life we live. They cant grasp the way we train, and DEFINITELY cannot understand the way we eat. These people are wolves in sheeps clothign! They approach, no red flags go up, they circle us… we still do not feel the eminent danger… then they pounce, “Would you like a piece of pizza?”
There it is. Right for the throat! We stagger, stumble, but shake it off like the beasts we are.
“No thank you” is our counter punch. We add to the combo with the biggest smile we can muster.
Now they disarmed momentarily, but they are a steely opponent. They simply regroup and come back with the whinny, almost condescending “Aaawww cumon… its gooood”
They give you a sly smile cuz they know they wounded you. You sit there bleeding your lust. You know you want that pizza. You can almost taste its cheesy goodness. DAMN these crap pushers!
But your iron will holds fast, your desire for the god/goddess body you’ve been training for is all you feel in your veins. You set your teeth, widen your stance… you tense every muscle in your body… then, you go in for the kill… “No no, Im sorry” you say in the nicest tone possible. “I dont eat that stuff”.
You walk away with your head held high and you diet intact. You leave them in awe… you shear power and will has destroyed them… this time. But they will be back. They ALWAYS come back.
… damn crap pushers…
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