It's been too long...guys!
How bad do you want it? Some of you say you want it...but until your back is against the wall, shit hits the fan and everything is needed to be sacrificed in order for you to take this journey you started years ago, can you really answer that question?
The journey always started with the same 5am empty road. 60 mins lonely walk. Taken twice a day. It hits.. your by yourself in this shit. To me and others the loneliness adds beauty to the day. Time to think about the pain of weeks to come. Finding comfort in the disgusting stares of passing cars and on lookers.
Hooded freak, monster, weirdo, the words of many. We still march with an angry smile. We find solace in the fact that in a world where most lack drive, determination, or commitment these are the values we hold close knowing these are the only hope we have of getting through this shit!
You return, feeling you have paid your dues. Another few steps closer..put in the work that is needed.. until 5pm that is when you meet your training partner at the gym. Now starving you get your favourite meal. You make it perfect, same meal,same time,made the same way...everyday. Breakfast! Eaten with the smallest spoon, savouring every mouthful knowing that the next 5 meals WILL taste like ass!
5pm rolls around. It's a leg day. So what you have just finished work? So what you have been on your feet all day? So what your on 150g of carbs? The truth is leg day does not give a fuck. As the saying goes "if you want to make it to heaven, you must walk through hell" and at this point you feel you need to make hell your home, because let's face it your in this for the long haul!
You hit the iron wholeheartedly, no doubt, no fear, time to take back control an make these weights your bitch. Set after set you go hard. Then again this life is not for the timid or faint hearted. 5th set in... at this point you welcome adversity; your character is measured by how you react when faced with it, not just one thing but many things all at once insurmountable things. You feel sick, your legs burn, the piercing pain in your head, your heart is pumping out of your chest, you can't breath. All this but you still attack the next set! Driven on pure hate for the nay sayers.
Training done. Your shake tastes like heaven and you appreciate every drop. Another day down. Can finally rest..until 10pm that is, You have not paid the price of victory yet. 2nd round of cardio.
Once again while the "norm" of society gets ready to sleep. The hood goes on ready to do battle with the streets. Legs heavy. Body weak. Mind at breaking point. You walk endlessly on the same route you did 17 hours ago. The only thing in your mind "FUCK THE NORM"!!!
60 mins pass you return, physically weaker but mentally stronger. 23:00pm surely my work is done? WRONG!
5 meals to be weighed out prepped cooked and boxed up. You don't have time for this bullshit. You can't be bothered to weigh every gram. You are fucked. You have worked so hard all day. Stop bitching and complaining. No one cares you got up at 5am for cardio, get over it. No one cares it's not enough food, deal with it. This is what you tell yourself every night just to get through.
Sleep and repeat! Same battle!
This is one day of 105 days of a normal contest prep...so I ask again how bad do you really want it?