Why do you train? 'why do you train?' is something i ask myself when i'm in the gym and the pain is almost unbearable.
i smile because i know why... i train because the pain is like a drug, it's a confirmation that i am becoming tougher that very moment.
i train because so many men not so long ago gave everything they had to give us the privilege of doing whatever we want, in a world that is packed with opportunity.
i honour them by discovering my limits and pushing past them, by not complaining or looking for easier options.
i honour them by discovering my optimal self through pain and progress.
i honour them because as men for thousands of years have exercised their masculinity with a weapon in their hand and a family to fight for i will practise that same masculinity by not accepting what is served up to me, designed to soften me, but by earning what i want and taking what i deserve.
don't live how the majority wants you to live. an easy, peaceful life of comfort and safety.
live a great life, a dangerous life, an incredible life of sacrifice and reward, of pain and toughness, of discipline and raw dedication to who you could become... live the life as the ultimate man you have the capacity to become. the strong, powerful, warrior you are genetically designed to be.
live to honour those that exercised the toughness that flowed through their veins, by being tough yourself.
today, in the gym, push yourself that little bit further, cause yourself a little more pain... and smile while you do it.