Four weeks out from Vegas and my Friday night is just this floor and whatever my body still has left to give. Come see what the work looks like with nothing left to hide behind.
Four weeks out from Vegas and my Friday night is just this floor and whatever my body still has left to give. Come see what the work looks like with nothing left to hide behind.
Got halfway through an oil change and decided the whole front end needed attention instead — something about getting my hands dirty makes the prep countdown go quiet for a while. You any good with a wrench?
The gym's packed with half of LA trying to escape the heat and I just sent my last client home drenched. Found the one empty room in the building and claimed it. You ever push so hard the sweat stops bothering you?
One month out and this heat broke something in me — came home from training clients and couldn't get my clothes off fast enough, couldn't stop once I started. You want to see what happens when nobody's watching?
Four weeks out and my whole Sunday is this stove, these containers, and not much else on. Want to come keep me company?
One month out and I've got the whole studio to myself — just me and the mirrors running through the pose that's going to win this thing. Tell me I'm not the only one who gets obsessed like this.
Cold shower didn't even make a dent in this heat — but five weeks out, the mirror's telling me the suffering is starting to pay off. Think you could handle the cold with me?
The apartment was an oven so I grabbed my keys and drove until the air thinned out. Now I'm on the tailgate in my underwear watching the city sweat below me. You want to come sit up here?
Five weeks out and nobody tells you about this part — the hour on the floor with a foam roller begging your glutes to forgive you. The stage only sees the finished product. You want to see what it actually costs?
The salt water always wins — strips everything down and dares you to care. You the type who'd look away?