Some people have it: this desire to be not just better than average, but to be the best. I’ve got that message blu-tacked to the inside of the front door. It’s the last thing I see when I leave for the gym at 6.15 on a bible-black bloody freezing lonely winter’s morning. It’s an innate compulsion; it’s ingrained in your DNA. Nobody can learn it. It’s something you’re born with.
I’ve had it all my life. A childhood plagued by asthma constricted it. Then I hit 15 and it kicked in. Running three times a day; skipping school to train with weights, chest expanders, bullworkers; filling every possible free minute with something – something to make my body stronger, faster, perfect.
You never reach perfection; that’s why the compulsion never ends. But the closer you get the more you want it. And the better it feels. It’s physical, mental, spiritual; it’s one of the most amazing experiences life has to offer.
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