07/12/2025
Got this shirt from the small town, ho dunk, mom and pop gym I went to when I was 15 or 16. I was swimming in it and they didn't have other sizes.
I had a Walkman CD player that I could barely fit in my pants, and the wired headphones got caught on everything.
Paged through muscle and fitness magazines looking for the top-secret training program that promised 20lbs of muscle in a few months - total 🐂 💩 BTW.
I wasn't anywhere near where I wanted to be, but there was something special about it.
Maybe because no one was immersed in their phone all day.
Maybe because I was so present that I can still remember the smell of the iron, rubber floors, and awful protein bars.
Maybe because before there was ever a "pre-workout" market, half the stuff in the fridge had legit ephedrine in it 😎
I'd do anything to go back and slam some Ultimate Orange before riding my bike down there to chalk up and shoot the s**t with the same crowd.
They were the "good ol days."
Though I didn't know at the time.
And that's how it works.
You're busy thinking of where and who you want to be, and that you need to get there, *now*
So much that you don't realize there's something, right there in front of you, that one day you'll wish you could reach back and touch one more time.
I guarantee most of you are living through some "good ol' days" right now.
They might not be perfect days, but back then they didn't seem perfect either...until you look back.
So take a moment to soak up the moment.
Shut out the noise. Silence the notifications.
Vibe that playlist.
Feel the knurling of the bar bite into your hand.
You don't always have to look at your workout like it's an obligation, and the day like it's only a checklist.
They are both gifts.
Don't wait so long to realize it.