Away Without Official Leave

Yeah, it's been almost 4 months. Everything's a blur at the moment. Time passed so fast I didn't even see it coming. But what's new, eh? Another day goes by, another day behind the desk, another day in the fucking jam, just another fucking day alright. The only days I look forward to these days are training days. My only current angst? Apart from all the shit I'm going through in the office, I only wish I could break my training over 5 days instead of the current 4.

Why am I here now? Why am I sitting, at 11.43pm, in front of my computer and finally deciding to write again after months of ignorance? Because I feel like it, goddammit. As I was having my 5 raw eggs at 10.30pm, I just felt the sudden urge to spill my thoughts out right here. Not about my insignificant existence in this world as a slave to money, but about weights, training, lifting, dieting, eating. You get what I mean. Don't fucking say I'm a fool to be a slave to money. Where the fuck do you think I get the dough to buy my supplements, food, pay the bills, SURVIVE? This is the real world. This is where Trainwreck and I come to share our plight, doused with every inch of reality. Hell yeah there are those who are fortunate enough to be able to live their life being in the gym for 8 hours a day,training, eating and sleeping right, being sponsored for their supplements, etc. And then you have those that I resent: The ones that have their daddy give them a fucking golden spoon. So what if I didn't say silver spoon? Fucking sue me.

This is how we do it. This is how most people who are hardcore like us, who live the life of steel, do it. We have to clock in the hours in the office, go through at least 2 hours of jam a day, we have to try our best to eat right according to any available food we can get to, consume 6 or 7 meals a day, and then still have to brace our already-fucked-up mind and body to hit the gym for an all-out balls-to-the-wall session of training: Insane Intensity. Nothing less.

Animal sytle. If you can't hack it, then get the fuck out of my gym.

-Zeus