Got Built?

I’ve seen how most people train when their trainer isn’t around. How they eat. They lack focus.

I train like I’m driven.

I train like God is watching.

I train like I’m on fire from way inside. I go into a dark, dark place straight through to the very last squat. I shut it out; grit my teeth and almost black out; hammer down and MAKE it work.

I diet the way I train. I even fitday my cheats so I can track what’s working, and what isn’t.

I am persistent. It took me four YEARS to fix my squat form. I tried box squats and Anderson squats and half squats and split squats, lunges and stepups and walking lunges, fronts and Bulgarians. I read everything I could find. I hated those bitches. Now, the squat is the cornerstone of my training.

I am coming to realize that not everybody does this. I suppose that’s the big secret.

But in the gyms I frequent, I see very few people who train as hard as I do, and exactly NO women who push themselves hard enough. They need a Dom with a whip calling them a maggot and forcing them to do pushups in the mud. And they’ll do ANYTHING rather than diet.

Which keeps the professional rep counters employed.