The smell of the rubber mats at the gym
Lifting till I can't push no more
Wringing your very soul for every last drop of energy to do one more rep
The pain the next day
Seeing strength improvements
Looking into the mirror, seeing a small body and saying its okay, I know I'm getting stronger, I've been following a routine and I have my logs to prove it
Getting so pumped I have difficulties taking off my damn shirt
I've started working out a bit, but still with light weights. My back isn't total healed. I don't know what stage its at now, I've gotten confused. It doesn't hurt when I lift things, yet sometimes it feels uncomfortable and I gotta stretch. I can't bend all the way in one go, it feels tight, I gotta go bit by bit. I'm gonna go for the reflexology thing again soon, maybe even tomorrow. I want my back fixed NOW. And I'm gonna see a chiropractor soon too, to fix my bloody imbalanced somewhere hahaha. I can't stand on both feet comfortably, its gotten too annoying.
Things I've yet to do:
Write out a total description of myself ie. if scientists were to recreate me, they would base the Fawaz Brain Program on this descriptive piece; I better do a damn good job at it then.
I've been telling people now that I'll be someone rich and famous in the future; some laugh, but not because they think its impossible, but because its such a new/scary/never before approached idea to them. Something like that.
Gtg now no time be back later gator
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