"Where'd you go psycho-boy?"
"I wanted to destroy something beautiful."
If I need to tell you where that line is from then it probably just means that you spend you're time a bit more productively than watching the same movies over and over...
I walked into the gym this morning with the weight of one of my first "bad-days" in a long time resting on my all-too-apt-at-carrying-a-burden shoulders. I'm not the type to wear my emotions on my sleeve, mainly becaue I rarely were shirts with sleeves. I take my burdens to my Iron Church and lay them at the alter of blood, sweat, tears and vital essence that is my training.
In a language that few can hear and even fewer understand I confess the truth of who I was to become who I am. This is my worship service, this is my time of Holy transformation, this is my work and my passion.
In the fires of my training only the purest expression of I survives to grow another day.
So I opened the door and I stepped inside. I'm inside my heart. Now I imagine that my pain is a white ball of healing light.
I took this heavily muscled frame of bone and sinew and set to work at destroying something beautiful... myself. To do this I chose a means that up to now had only been joked about. I grabbed my Bruiser and began a density cycle that will lead up to a 100+ rep death march of the ABC Side Swipes (details to be released in the upcoming issue of CST mag).
This, My Personal Training Log, is the record of my work. Read it for what it's worth to you and feel free to offer comment, question, and/or suggestion along the way. By myself but not alone I invite the tribe to come along for what will be one helluva ride.