Go for it.

“The indispensable first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: decide what you want.” — Ben Stein

This quote was a swift kick in the gut to just go for it! What are any of us waiting for?

Thanks for sharing, Human Interest!

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Sharing Harsh Reality

This post was too good not to share. To good to the point I had to create a page on my blog specifically for sharing all the great posts I come across when I’m browsing fellow bloggers work.

Please visit The Opinionated Man and read his post Nameless but Important. This piece screams the importance of being yourself, believing in yourself, and doing you without a care in the world. I’ve always marched to the beat of my own drum and horn section, so thank you for this work, Opinionated Man. This resonated with me and gave me energy I didn’t know I needed this week.

Pumped

Finishing his last set of lateral raises, my alter ego studies the reflection in the mirror. The body in which he lives is no longer round and fluffy, but hardened around the edges with some softness left in the middle. He is built like a brick wall with fresh mortar, and the sweat-shaded shirt harnesses swollen shoulder, arm, and chest muscles. Judging by the weight and overall wetness of his t-shirt, it is safe to say that today’s workout was a success, and the urge to flirt is burning wildly under the freshly worked out muscles. All bets are off at a smaller gym, because eyes have no choice but to wander, and I’m one to give a show if I catch you looking. My shorts are already pretty short – because I hate basketball shorts – my shirts grow tighter in all the right places as the weeks pass, and I make sure my form is on point.  This voyeuristic trait really only comes to life when I’m in the gym, and I like to think it makes me dig deeper in achieving a better workout.  Whether you like it or not, you will gain inspiration from watching another participant, or you’ll unconsciously lust after them; wanting their body for yourself. Snapping out of my temporary trance, I put away the dumbbells, wipe off the bench, and make my way toward the locker room. “Oh, I’m sorry!” I bump shoulders with another lifter, and the urge is reawakened. “Get the hell out of here” I think to myself, doing everything I can to will away the thirst of my alter ego’s sweet and sour thoughts. If this internal battle weren’t already enough, running smack into my office crush – making chest to chest contact – on my way into the locker room was the icing on this mess of a cake. “Hey man! Looks like you got a good workout in today, eh?” Why is he so nice? He’s always so nice. Get me the hell out of here.