All your excuses are lies.

Little lies that you think makes life easier, but they don't.

Now I know in the morning, you got that blanket giving you a warm hug,

and you got the pillow, which is whispering in your ear, telling you it's okay, telling you stay just

a little longer.

But don't listen to them.

They're lying to you.

Listen to your alarm clock, which is telling you to get up and get some.

Listen to the weight room, the pull-up bar, which is telling you to face reality. And listen to your will, which is telling you to get up and crush everything, regardless of how you feel.

Don't negotiate with weakness.

Kill it.

See, in life, you can go through life, you can come up with reasons or you can come up with results.

You can come up with excuses or you can come up with achievements.

You can go through life blaming or you can come up with solutions.

The choice is in your hand.

Satisfaction or despair.

We can choose that.

You don't get better on the daggone couch.

You get better by coming out here and getting the fuck after every daggone day.

When that long clock goes off at four or five in the morning, your mind says no.

You just say, this is what we do now.

My new norm is you get up every fucking morning at four o'clock and you suffer. That became my new fucking life. Most people want to get out of it. I said, no, this is your new life. This is who you are.

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