So, they planned on building a big ass boat that couldn’t be sunk. They also planned on conquering the Russian front in winter. They also planned on opening their dream coffee house in Downtown Las Vegas ahead of the coming boom. This is a picture of me planning my 2014 Sprint Tri Training Run. BUT, like the other plans, they are only words on a paper unless I get up tomorrow at 5:30, get to the gym for my daily AM cardio.
Visualize the gym, the bike, the ride, the sweat, the pain, the desire to stop cause your fat, the enemy creeping up your ass telling you you aren’t good enough. Visualize you kicking the enemy in the balls and going for 5 more minutes, because you are a bad ass and stronger than your fat. Imagine the stretching in the sauna, how your muscles will soften and stretch and feel so good.
Visualize you being stronger than you were when you entered the gym, and you fucking know it. Allez Mike, Allez.
You can do it too, you are a bad ass, and stronger than you ever thought possible. Tell me how it goes tomorrow, motivate my fat ass. Namaste.