I quietly take a truly unhealthy regimen of stimulants before I go to the gym, and every man in my lineage either died of or was diagnosed with heart problems.
A heart attack at the gym sounds like an admirable death, “they died trying to better themselves” kind of thing. Bonus, I look good now.
Its bullet proof gym motivation too, the worse day I have, the harder I cardio. It’s like depression aikido.
Me having a morbid thought: “I just want to be dead.”
Also me, in Morpheus voice: “Show me.”
Ten years now with that mindset, barely ever miss a gym day.
Usually Bang, adderall(Im prescribed this, but down dose the rest of the time to take more at the gym.), and ephedrine. When my body can no longer hang with that, I’m cool with it shutting down.
I quietly take a truly unhealthy regimen of stimulants before I go to the gym, and every man in my lineage either died of or was diagnosed with heart problems.
A heart attack at the gym sounds like an admirable death, “they died trying to better themselves” kind of thing. Bonus, I look good now.
Its bullet proof gym motivation too, the worse day I have, the harder I cardio. It’s like depression aikido.
Me having a morbid thought: “I just want to be dead.”
Also me, in Morpheus voice: “Show me.”
Ten years now with that mindset, barely ever miss a gym day.
Things never work out the way that you plan.
It’s a fine line between a clean noble death and being the guy who strokes out on the treadmill, falls, gets his nut sack wrapped up in the belt.
Don’t be the guy stroking one out while getting their nuts tugged, got it.
cool, what stimulants?
Usually Bang, adderall(Im prescribed this, but down dose the rest of the time to take more at the gym.), and ephedrine. When my body can no longer hang with that, I’m cool with it shutting down.