On the verge…
Each and everytime I step foot inside the gym I picture one thing in my mind; absolute perfection. I strive for greatness and I’ll be damned if I don’t accomplish it after the last weight has been dropped, and the last sip of water drunk.
As I lift the dumbbell, and stare intently into the mirrors, with sweat glistening on my forehead, I realize that I’m that much closer to greatness. It’s the thing you stay awake at night about — you know you should be sleeping, but visions of you pumping out a few more sets dance around inside your mind. That’s obsessesion. I may not be the biggest cat in the bodybuilding.com forums, but that is no matter. I don’t lift for them. I don’t sacrifice for them. I do it for myself; for my own benefit. People look towards me and I’m able to convey inspiration. What people fail to realize, however, is their standards are far different than my own. I’ve come a long way, but this is not a story of myself looking back at things. Instead, it’s more of a looking down the line. Looking the future right dead smack in the face and saying, "I’m coming, motha****er… and there’s nothing that’s going to stop me." And let the truth be told, before my first set when I’m staring intently into the mirror imagining, realizing what I will become I know I’m no where near finished. And quite frankly, that’s a feeling I always want to have. You can always improve… no matter what. Nevermind destiny, foretold is the prophecy.
— Danny Ellis Fitzpatrick
