Everyone seems to be looking for the most effective, fastest workout.
The shorter the better. Nobody seems excited about long grueling workouts, all people want is spending the least amount of effort and get the most amazing results.
To me, training is my passion!
I love working out. I love sweating, feeling the pain, the burn. I love pushing myself over the limit, I love feeling my body say 'enough' yet my mind says 'more'. And sometimes my body is on fire, but my mind is drifting away, getting unfocused.
I thrive off the discipline it takes to maintain an amazing physique. I never see it as a sacrifice. If I would get the same results from doing a third of what I do, would I do it? No.
I love the wearing and tearing, the psyching up, the stars you see when you beat yourself up. I love walking home almost incapable of dragging my feet off the concrete. It's love making to me. I love it.
When I'm one with my muscles and my mind is either numbed or in ecstasy, that's where I want to be. I seek one rush after another by asking a little more, time after time. I taste blood from seeing what I create and I feel invincible. I feel like I conquer the world. I would die if I had no passion.
I'd rather be poor and intensely passionate than rich and dead from the inside out.
What I do and what I am cannot be bought for money, it cannot be taken away, cannot be stolen.
What I have is love. Intense love. And that, that never dies or fades away.