For the ******* who questioned me the other day, you dumb fu ck
my eyelids are so very heavy as the sound of KSE is roaring thru the air. I rise out of bed looking at 2 black in white pictures on my wall, the first my kids, the second, Wrath. These are my motivation, I just went to bed 5 hours ago and somehow I have to find the energy to get my ass out of bed. I force myself up and getting my ass downstairs eagerly looking forward to eating that wonderful cup of oats and eggs. Every bite I enjoy to the fullest, fore this is the only meal I actually enjoy of the day. I now have 2 hours to cook my food for the nights work shift and get my work stuff in order before heading out to train. I finish everything just in time, its now 1600hrs and time to go out in the frigid air of Ohio winter and make my way to the gym. In the short drive I put myself mentally somewhere purely evil and twisted, I get pissed, "fu ck it all" I often scream out, I have to, its the only way I can train with the intensity needed not to let myself down. A bad workout equals a horrible day in my world. I start with 20 - 30 mins of cardio and then its off to the weights. I still train and push myself as if I were bulking and getting ready for a power comp, but I dont have the fuel in my system any longer. this pisses me off more enabling me to endure the hell i bring down on myself. This is the point people say im to hard on myself, well sorry boys & girls I dont know how the world you grew up in works, but in my world, the real world, its bruttle and if your not hard on yourself your gonna fail. Failure is not an option, it never is, so I push myself to the extreme often falling down after sets, trying to push myself to the point that I bleed, but i dont have the supporting cast I need in the gym with me. (my supporting cast on bb.com here is great and this is not intended at you guys) The time is now 1730 time to eat quickly, shower and get on the road. Its a long drive to work, my eyelids grow very heavy as its dark and im purely gased from the workout and lack of sleep. I arrive at work to get report from off going shift, grab my cup of coffee and prepare for whatever the night may bring me. Sometimes its nice and quiet, other times its working codes, covering nurse’s ass’s, or educating first year residents and interns. (i work fulltime for the cleveland clinic in the cardiac care unit for those who dont know that) Im diligent about my meals, every 3 hours on the dot like clock work. I keep my caffeine intake up thru the evening. The shift ends and its time to make the hour drive home. I get home and fall in bed, eyes instantly close only to hear…. KSE sreaming fore its time to get up and do it again, already? Yes… This is my drive, this is my life, this is my love, and if you wanna question me, well try walking just a day in my shoes and you’ll quickly see I have the heart, drive, desire, and work ethic it takes to be a champion. "Dont ever judge me"
January 30, 2008 at 10:15 am
Looks like I have to read the other blog to see where this is comin from.
January 30, 2008 at 10:16 am
I can’t find the inspration for this blog, who questioned you? what happened?
January 30, 2008 at 11:05 am
sometimes Failure opensyou eyes to make you stronger and room for more imporvment
January 30, 2008 at 11:15 am
You know, judging somebody is so very dependent on the viewpoint of the observer. Without having the full picture - or the full story, it is so easy to make dangerous assumptions.
I guess that some time back, Mike, I made judgements about you - appears that they were the opposite of whatever judgements Mr. ******* made about you. I know that I’m not alone- there’s a group of us, across the world. And we KNOW you have the heart, the drive, the desire, the work ethic and -above all - the spirit to be a champion. We’re not judging you, Mike, we’re cheering for you.