Silence Broken...

I've been pretty quite on the blog scene lately. Letting "Whopper Mouth" spit all the nonsense in the gym. Each time we lift, "House" makes the comment...Son, you don't wanna raise up your shirt.

Why wouldn't I?

Why would I save a world I no longer have any stake in?

 I have walked on the surface of the Sun... witnessed events so tiny and so fast, that they can hardly be said to have occurred at all. But you, House, you're just a man. The world's swolest man poses no more threat to me than does it's swolest termite.

CHALLENGE ME!

Well, dont mind if I do!

Yeah fella, pretty sure I am...

14 Days and counting.....

I hope you boys are on it.....I am.

24 Days Left Fellas

Word of the Day: MOTIVATION

mo-ti-va-tion [moh-tuh-vey-shuhn]

–noun

1. the act or an instance of motivating.

2. the state or condition of being motivated.
3. something that motivates; inducement; incentive.

4. Flex in the City

Let the count down begin.....

Well, here we are.  About 25 days out from the end of the challenge and I must say...the competition is heating up!  I cant speak for everyone, but I know I have been busting my ass trying to beat these losers!  I don't wake up at 6 am every morning to do p90x to get second!  At this point I am down to about 225 from 239 and 12.9% BF from 16%.  My goal was 220 so I am pretty sure I can hit that with no problems.  The dieting is getting harder and harder.  I don't have the luxury of Flex or my other competitor who shall remain nameless of being able to eat freakin pizza's on the weekend! (Bastards...and yes....I AM BITTER!).  They have the metabolism of a horny 4th grader while mine is more like a sophomore in college!  I have to REALLY watch my carbs and fat intake, but oh well.  No pain...no change!  As we draw closer to the end, I look at my competition and wonder "Are they working as hard as me?"  "Can I slack off just a lil bit and still place?"  Then I get slapped with a big slice of reality pizza as I see Mr. Forna doing 1,092 pull ups and Mr. Flex running 9 miles on the tread.  What happened to my other competitors you ask?  Your guess is as good as mine.  Some never really started, thinking they can win it in 1 month.  Others don't hit it hard enough, while some are more flaky than that guys scalp in a head and shoulders commercial.  

I am competitive at everything I do.  Whether it be football, basketball (which I suck at), bowling, soccer, Madden, or freakin marbles.  I hate to lose.  I despise it.  It leaves a bad taste in my mouth like a cheap protein shake.  So I do everything I can NOT to lose.  Yeah, I am tired most of the time and don't feel like lifting.  And yeah I don't like waking up at the ass crack of dawn to jump, stretch, move and bend.  And of course, I feel as weird as it looks when I wear that waist wrap in the gym and while doing p90x.  BUT WHO CARES!  Men lie, women lie, but numbers don't.  My numbers show I am on the right track, so I am sticking with it.  And this time....the picture will look a lil different folks.  I may not win OBB overall, but I can tell you this....I damn sure wont get last.  To my competitors ( at this point, Flex and Forna), don't look back, or I may pass you.  To the other guys....thanks for the donation.  I will make sure you can use this as a tax right off.  Oh yeah....one more thing.....I DON'T LOSE!