M1k3y’s BodyBlog

I woke up today thinking I’m gonna kick myself in the ass. It’s leg day and I look forward to the challenge. 2pm and I’m at the track. It’s 95% with the sun blazing and the humidity is over 70%.  Am I crazy? Crazy enough to do what it takes to get where I want to be. Plyometrics are killing my calves and thighs and I haven’t even gotten to my sprint workout. My body is covered in sweat and I’m glad I brought a 2nd change of clothes.  Time to change my sneakers to my spikes. Full speed!!! No one can stop me. How do I keep from quitting? I think about how I hate the feeling of loose clothes on me. I want respect. I want my family to be more proud of me as their son, brother, and uncle.  I want my future wife to admire my dedication and hard work. I want my future kids to look up to me as their hero. It’s over and it’s time to hit the gym.

I’m looking at the squat rack and I’m determined to get stronger. 275lbs later and I felt victorious. You see I haven’t squatted this much since my senior year back in 1996.  I’m not satisfied.  I want more and it will come with time. This tells me I CAN do it as long as I put my mind to it.  No one can stop me from unleashing my inner beast. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.

So I’ve been sick the past 3 days and finally today I feel good enough to hit the gym.  It’s time to punish my body!

So I wake up this morning and realize I smell urine.  I immediately look at my boxer shorts and nope it wasn’t me.  I looked at my bedroom door and see it open and didn’t see my dog so I knew what happened already without even knowing for sure.  Yep my dog pissed on my kitchen floor! Blah! Already my day started off crappy.  I felt sluggish as well and don’t know why.  I was hoping I’d snap out of it but to my demise it didn’t.  It was leg day and I told myself I couldn’t afford to slack off.  I leave to the gym and realize I forgot my mp3 player and I dislike the pansy music my gym plays.  This was not helping my already dismal day.  Whatever!!! I just sucked it up and hit the iron as hard as I could.  Even after my workout was done I still felt like I let myself down because I just didn’t feel good at all. Meh I hope this does not happen to me often.

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