Hardcore Life....

[Rude_7246]

After almost 4 years of being simply a viewer of this wonderful world we call A-R. I was given a push to finally join this community by a few ppl that mean a lot to me. I know about all the drama over the years and figure we need to get back to why most of us came here in the first place. This is a sanctuary where our lifestyle is accepted and allowed to flourish.I've decided to begin with with a journal of sorts. (anyone who follows the animal pak articles can relate) This is with the intention, to provide a thought provoking thread, and maybe even inspire a few. I will update this journal of sorts as often as I can. To some they may be ramblings but to others that live the life I'm sure you will be able to relate......

Entry #1

The spoon hits the bottom of your cup with a thud.
At this time in the morning, 530am, it could have been mistaken for a gun
shot. It cuts the silence.
It seems to echo again, but only in your mind, for there is no one else
around to hear it.
You stand alone in you kitchen, but one single stove light illuminates
your solitude.Your mind has now reached an impasse, almost as if in battle with ones self.The bad guys remind you of when a somber sleep was so much more appealing.
Your head nods forward and your eyes seems to fixate on the veins in your
forearm now popping out of your skin, its a suitable reminder from the good guys.
This is why the blood runs through you.
Your here for one purpose, so stop pussyfooting around and get to it.
Each moment of contemplation is better spent as a single step on the
treadmill during AM cardio.
This is a journey that self pity has no place in.
With a firm hand, you tightly grasp the spoon and move it clockwise. The
water seems to engulf the BCAA's, as they dissolve they take with them
your moment of weakness.