Every night when I fall asleep, all I think about is the next day at the gym.
I toss and turn feeling like I want to rip out of my skin.
Not sure whether it’s the anxiety about going to the gym the next day, or of
it’s the Testosterone or D- Bol coursing through my veins.
When the morning finally comes I start out with a 60 gram protein shake, 12
eggs, and a hunk of steak. Then it’s off to work.
During the 40 minute drive to work all I think about is what personal record of
mine I am going to fucking shatter that day?
Will it be benching, finally breaking the 465lb. plain I’ve been stuck at?
Will it be squatting, finally standing back up with 680lbs. or higher?
Will it be deadlifting, finally pulling over 700lbs?
Will it be shoulder shrugging, breaking my 900lb. record?

Then I finally make it to work and start the 8 hour day.
The day at work seems to go on forever.
The only thing that keeps me going is the mass consumption of carbs, and
protein throughout the day fueling my body for the fucking torture I am getting
ready to put it through.
Then comes the 40 minute drive back to my lair.
At this point I am ready to fucking explode.
My drive home is usually fueled by Hatebreed or another stomp your face in the
dirt heavy metal group.
I finally reach the house in time for another quick 20 to 30 gram protein shake.
Then it’s off to the gym; where the RAGE is finally unleashed like a fucking
bomb going off.
After two hours of blowing out my testosterone driven RAGE, it is time to go
home.
Once I reach the hose it is time to eat and sleep to my repair my fucking
ragged out body for the next day of abuse.
This is what drives me.
How about You?
Do you have the RAGE to DRIVE yourself through another day of pain?
I DO!!
PSYCHO