Pursell
04-18-10, 10:14 pm
Lets hear your mindset . Mine goes a little something like this.
It starts when i eat my pre meal and pop all of my pills before the gym. Im not fucking around. everything around me doesnt matter starting now. My lap top flips open and im watching Frank Mcgrath beat his ass till he cant lift anymore while i crush down 2 cans of tuna. Pullin my red Animal hoodie on, I hit my car and the music starts. Three days Grace, Disturbed, anything that gets me set for the stink. When i hit the gym, the ego stays at the door. I dont got time for sh*t on the outside world. I’m 18, with the mindset of a champion already. Im not walking in with my cute little fucking sleeveless under armour shirt,skin tight, and my nice Nike shorts. i got my XL ripped and sweat stained faded blue t with my Animal sweater over top. Im not here to look pretty like the 27 year old throwin his back out over there, doin bicep curls like a fu*king tool with his nicely spiked hair. fuck that im not here to impress anyone. I’m here to feel pain, and do it right. Im the one with my face beat red, grabbin the handrail up the stairs after 6 sets of squats with 6 plates on my back. Pain, agony. It puts a smile on my face. I’ll hit the rack of dumbells on my bicep day and grab the 40s. Next to me i got a guy double my age and half my size tryin to do double the fu*kin weight in his sleeve monster cutless shirt. The only reason you should have to cut your sleeves off, is if your arms couldnt fuckin fit anymore. That guy can stand there all fucking day and swing his arms and curl his back. Hes not doin shit. I do it right, i do it clean, i do it to failure. I do it because I can, and i dont give a fuck what you think.
It starts when i eat my pre meal and pop all of my pills before the gym. Im not fucking around. everything around me doesnt matter starting now. My lap top flips open and im watching Frank Mcgrath beat his ass till he cant lift anymore while i crush down 2 cans of tuna. Pullin my red Animal hoodie on, I hit my car and the music starts. Three days Grace, Disturbed, anything that gets me set for the stink. When i hit the gym, the ego stays at the door. I dont got time for sh*t on the outside world. I’m 18, with the mindset of a champion already. Im not walking in with my cute little fucking sleeveless under armour shirt,skin tight, and my nice Nike shorts. i got my XL ripped and sweat stained faded blue t with my Animal sweater over top. Im not here to look pretty like the 27 year old throwin his back out over there, doin bicep curls like a fu*king tool with his nicely spiked hair. fuck that im not here to impress anyone. I’m here to feel pain, and do it right. Im the one with my face beat red, grabbin the handrail up the stairs after 6 sets of squats with 6 plates on my back. Pain, agony. It puts a smile on my face. I’ll hit the rack of dumbells on my bicep day and grab the 40s. Next to me i got a guy double my age and half my size tryin to do double the fu*kin weight in his sleeve monster cutless shirt. The only reason you should have to cut your sleeves off, is if your arms couldnt fuckin fit anymore. That guy can stand there all fucking day and swing his arms and curl his back. Hes not doin shit. I do it right, i do it clean, i do it to failure. I do it because I can, and i dont give a fuck what you think.