Most people will not understand what I mean, and I'll leave it to their interpretation, but a man who truly wants to be the strongest man alive like I do will understand exactly what I mean, but for those of you who aren't destined to be one of the strongest men in history I'll give you a hint.

The strongest man alive will hate being the strongest man alive because there is no new challenge to face no new battle to fight, so he will train until there is someone worthy enough to take his place because a truly strong man will always want to test himself even if it means he could possibly lose what he trained so hard to accomplish. 

Most of the men who have failed or have given up on being the strongest man alive did so because they thought that something not being easy meant that it was hard, when really something not being easy is supposed to be hard because you yourself make it hard.

This means that you have to be man enough to tell yourself "this isn't easy enough so I'll make it hard".  Not difficult, because making something difficult is backtracking, but hard.

This moment transported me back to the crossroads. The test that so many men before, and after me have and will fail, but this time I was prepared. I thought long and hard, and looked deep within myself. Two things happened. One I realized something and two, I came up with a plan. What I realized was that there is a lot more to being the strongest man in the alive than just being the strongest physically, or mentally, but it takes guts.




 I realized being the strongest is not going to be easy, which may be obvious, but because most people don't really know what something not being not being easy really means.

I suddenly became enraged with myself and the sting of that first loss came back to me like a flash of lightning. All the years I wasted, all the time I spent being a loser, those words, heavy and bitter, stuck in my mind, just lodged in there.

I quit, gave up, I threw in the towel. Since then I was content with being an average Joe or as I would refer to it the " Best of the Worst".

This went on for years until one day something changed and it was a subtle change, just a small little tug. I had just got done losing a wrestling match, and as far as I was from my days of intense training and winning is everything, I was brought back with a loss. 

When you are pumped up with your training and you give it your all then lose you begin to question your intentions, question your motivation, and finally the big crossroad, you question whether or not you should continue.

I was at these crossroads. So stricken with fear, regret, anger and self loathing, and ultimately I chose the path far too many men take (and it was very crowed.)

The following series of training workouts and "Sylvester Stallone training sequences" could only be described as a euphoric high.

As with most highs eventually you have to come down, and you a left with the perpetual task of chasing that first high. The way I came down was the way that leaves you at the crossroads that every man has to eventually come to. I lost.