Training. And we will train like a Sherman fucking Tank.

Yes we will..Lots of emotions and things-a-goin on lately. That explains my lack of presence here as of late. I wanted to get in a solid week of training before I posted anything. This week was very LEGIT. I see lot's of PR's in all areas in the next couple of months. The urge to max is there but im fighting it off. I'm loving the progress thus far.


I NEED to up the conditioning. Plain and simple. I keep making excuses for tue, thurs and sat its unacceptable.

I said farewell to Carbnite for now. The payoff was not as I expected it. I put into it exactly as prescribed and I would honestly say I ran it as close to perfect as I could. I've shifted the emphasis to clean carb sources in the morning for breakfast and lunch. No carbs at night. And yes the counting of the calories. I'm convinced this is still king. I saw more progress doing this than any other time INCLUDING Carbnite.


The future is not set.


That is true. Alot going on in my life right now. I feel like I'm being tested every damn day. This infernal force of stupid and ignorant that want's to pull my pin- so to say. Everday. Almost every waking hour. For some life is a Joke. Dylan and Hendrix said that. For others it's something that people sit in the stands and watch.


For me and those like me it's a War. Plain and goddamn simple. Someone out there is probably saying "But why does it have to be that way Paul"? The answer is I don't know. I wish I did. It's a war against myself, War against those who would take from me, War against those who would infringe against my beliefs and what I hold in my heart and know are true and right. It's War against my inner demons. They're always there. Always. It's a War to hold on to my sanity, to NOT lose it like so many expect me to.


I will probably wipe out three city blocks when I die.


I'm not disclosing this with any sort of macho bravado at all. It's just fact. No chest pounding here. Hard to pound your chest like a manly caveman when your spine feels like breaking. Hmm. I knew that would happen. My body would break before my spirit. Maybe if I get sent to a far off underground prison, have a spiritual epiphany- do some crunches and pushups like Bruce Wayne, I can come back stronger than ever?


Nevermind that.


Nut I have returned. More training logs this week.