You know, I was happy being a drunken cigarette smoking soon to be writer. But now something is happening that I am in awe of.
I am sitting at the bar last night, buzzing pretty well off of a few beers. I had 7 dollars left, which was enough for 2 more drinks. These two drinks would have put me on the train to drunksville, in a heartbeat. But no.
All I could think about was the fact that tommorow was leg day, and I had to do deadlifts. I put the money back in my pocket and looked at my girlfriend, saying, “I gotta go home. I gotta deadlift tommorow”. She looked at me in shock, then gladly drove me home.
Damn you T-Nation! You guys have way too much influence!!