It's slowly happening. You can see it in leaves, the grass even the faces of kids. Spring has arrived. With it a new wave of gym goers. They dissapear and hybernate like bears and when Sep 1st hits they bunch up my turnstile like a bunch of brainless lemmings.

They don their designer ****en tracksuit pants with breathable ass pockets and crop tops that tightens around the arms making them look bigger. Colour co-ordinated sweat bands and ipod accessories makes them look like ****en road cones. I love watching them. During winter when its cold and everyone is huddled up watching Sesame street or whatever it is they watch - we are in the trenches. Nothing stops us from training, not a bad hair day. Not a lack of clean underwear. Not your boss or your girl bitchin. Nothing. We plan our lives around our REAL job.

In a sense we are the moderns day serial killer. Cold, calculating. Non conforming. Always in the background, plotting our next move. Scheming a new way to indulge in things normal people see as sick. Like killing a 20 egg omlet. We do not socialize at the gym. We do not "enjoy" our workouts. We are addicted to it. Our world spins out of control when we don't get our fix. Outside the gym, we appear normal, until you look closer. Then all you see is a freak. Obsessed. Seemingly anti-social. ****, I could be describing Dahmer or Bundy. Yet I am describing a bodybuilder. It's just dawed on me how we two "species" are a like. Whats even scarier is... I love it.

I yearn for every rep that rushes blood through the veins. The sweat of the torture. The instraments of pain. The undying quest for perpetual dominance.

Reading this and realizing what I have come to realize when I watch these spring bunnies hop around in my dark, single minded and driven world will evoke either one of two emotions.

1) Phoenix you are sick for even comparing what is meant to be a wholesome activity to that of serial murderers... or

2) A disturbed smile appears on your face, because you know exactly what I'm talking about.

To the people that fall in category 1, stop reading my ****en blog and grow a pair. To those that sees beauty in something so ugly, I salute you.

Strength and Honor