ALL in A Days WORK
When thinking about sculpting a hard body I feel like I am an artist. Call me Picasso. Each session in the gym the bars and weights are my magical brush and my body their elaborate canvas. I am a work in progress…a true masterpiece waiting to be finished. But completion is impossible. Every rep is another brilliant brush stroke and after recovery (much like the drying of an oil paint) I can see the true color as I admire the progress made and gaze into the mirror at my ever-changing physique. Alluring is not the word for the sense of satisfaction an artists sees in his good work. Awe (and a little narciscism) sets in as I stare at the canvas before me; searching out the imperfections and plotting a course for change. Everyday I marvel at a difference that has been made, a fine tuned adjustment so to speak that leaves the whole looking just a little bit better.
