I’m sick. And it sucks because the last thing I want to do now is stop. I lost 9 1/2 inches. In 9 days. NINE DAYS. Insanity works. But here I am. Horrible sore throat, headache, knowing for my own health that I need to take tonight off; but that’s the last thing I want to do. Because I feel so amazing. Strong. I remember what I like about it so much. The rush, the endorphins, the push, the want, the craving, to just keep going; to do more than I ever have before. And a damn cold is trying to get in my way. But I’m not about to let it. A little rest so my body doesn’t give out and I’m back kicking ass tomorrow. This is just a hurtle I tripped over, but you better believe I’m going to get right back up.

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I wanna be EVERYTHING. I wanna be a runner, a CrossFitter, a weightlifter, I wanna do yoga and pilates like it’s no one’s fucking business, I wanna box, and surf, play soccer, and volleyball, and basketball, hockey, lacrosse, track, water polo, swimming, rugby, mother fucking tackle-you-to-the-ground football, tennis, baseball and softball, pitch 100 mph, I wanna rock climb real fucking rocks, and swim across the whole Pacific Ocean, I wanna train like nothing in the world has ever mattered so much, I want sweat to pour down my face, down my whole entire body, I wanna kick you in the ass, kick everyone in the ass, kick myself in the ass and push as hard as I can and never ever fucking stop until I get to the one place that I crave so badly it hurts and FINALLY UNLEASH MY INNER BEAST.

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