I started to get edgy three days ago. It’s like ther’s a giant clock ticking in my head. It lasts right up until I enter the gym on reckoning day. That tick turns into a head splitting air raid siren and when that happens people run for cover as my resentment builds. That’s something like a million volts running through my veins. All I want to do is destroy the weights. I don’t train to become another athlete; I train to become "God Size". Hardcore to me means being built to last. In the weight room I stay in a place called Frenzy, others call it madness. I’m the underdog and that’s where I like it. No rest, no vacations, no pat on the back until leg day is over. I might not win every show, but I will bleed myself dry to dominate every battle in the gym. Every leg day taht goes by adds to my strength and development. I’ve been battered and beaten but never, ever, F**king close to being broken. And I will remain unbreakable. This world, this sport, this life can’t tear me down. I’ve doing this to long to letit beat me down. Welcome to my leg day
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