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Stay Hungry.



Time awaits no one.

posted by Hydher @ Friday, September 15, 2006  
The gym rules are simple.


1. No Eating/drinking.
2. No Spitting.
3. No Quitting.


In a place where there's no love. Only respect. Where there's no time for doubts and fears - Let alone talk.. There's too much work to be done.. No ignorant people and their questions. No weird looks - Lookism we call it. You know what i love about this place? There could be a tsunami.. The dow jones could fall.. You could have a bad day.. But in here a 45 pound plate means a 45 pound plate.. And nothing could ever change that. Like a monk finding solitude in a temple. This feels like home.. Everything's in place. Choices are plentiful. The sound of clanking weights, Breathless breathers.. Like pieces in a puzzle.. It fits just right. This is where i belong. With sweat on my back mixed with fear, confidence, hunger, pain and desire.. There's no better place in the world.. There's nowhere else that i'd rather be..


When you lie under a stack of plates you ain't any different from the kid beside you busting his ass out. You're in a position where age nor looks is a factor. Shit you could be 1.21m tall.. The weights do not care who you are.. A student.. a property agent.. a popstar.. Shit -You could be Elvis Presley for all the weights cared - They dont give a shit who you are. They'll try to bury you just the same.


You hear cats say, Be easy or Hang loose or Chill. Well guess what? Chill don't pay the fuckin bills. Im here to get mine and to carve out the life of my dreams on my terms. Tired? You can rest when youre dead.. Fuck fun, I want to win. I would eat sand if I thought it would make my placing better. This is the life I have chosen. Can you carry the weight?


I ask you this.. Are you chasing down your dreams? Or are you sitting on your ass and watching time go by? What you waiting for? Get up. Get movin. If you're lying down, sit. If you're sitting down, stand up.. Hold your ground.. Stay alert. Live life under a knife like a code red in an emergency room - For every second that passes you by is a second you will never get back. Go after your goals and dreams.


For he who doesnt first try will never succeed.


Gotta go, time to grow


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