before you go feeling good about the new-frisbee-season shape you're in...

remember that I'm here, by myself, as its getting dark, getting it in every single day. that I'm only posting half of my workouts to Facebook and Twitter. that I am pouring sweat into my bedroom carpet, my hands are black from pushups on the turf field. I am carrying nothing but a watch and a gatorade and running into hills I've never seen before, 10, 15, 20 miles after I've already worked a full day...

i could list a thousand dramatic montage shots but the point is only this: the habits you form now are the ones that you'll have for the rest of your life.

so get on my fucking level.




atm1