Heya manimals. Am I the only one who drops a barbell down after doing curls or skullcrushers or some other sweat-breaking, pain-inducing, beautifully choreographed hellish nightmare of a set, stands up, and is empowered by that feeling? The feeling that you’d easily feel vindicated tearing flesh off some living beast that happened to roam by at that moment because you are an invincible being of striated muscle tissue and sick devotion? Anyone else feel that little inkling to tear away at your own skin because you have the slight inclination that you may be fortified beyond humaness? Today I almost pulled the bar apart, and in doing so pushed myself closer to who I truly am, all that I possess and potentiate. Today I pulsated with heat and primal aggression. I tettered on that line of inner radiance and utter chaos. Today I was a beautiful Bulldozer. Anyone else along for the ride? Lata.
"MB Eric: Bitch slapping the last rep outta ya since he can't remember when."