My sacrifice was a positive one. Cocaine, looooooove me some powder. As well as all the other goodies that go along with pills etc (I know this ain't the recovery lounge so ill keep it moving) but the social aspect, pubs, clubs, gigs, festivals also quickly became something of the past once I started training. Being a complete coke head ment never really dedicating myself to anything so when I found myself consistanly hitting the gym on gym days or making a conscience change in my diet I was like dam I'm actually fucking doing this lol. Now I have built a love for this I don't miss anything I sacrificed.......ok lying if I said I wouldn't murder one of Ed's hookers for a line but apart from that...

My favorite past time since I was always fishing and later on hunting. I even considered going pro for a bit. But since I started lifting and now AAS them were the first to go. I still try to get out a little in the winter and after a deer during the season, but it used to be like an every day thing. I also have given up on a lot of the social stuff we used to do. We have not even rode a benefit ride this year and only did one or two last year.

I have made a few sacrifices...whether within my control or not. Basically, I guess the majority of the sacrifices are due to the reason that I am technically not allowed to leave the state(w/out permission)...you all can figure out what that means, lol.

1.) I used to travel alot...mostly it was for purposes to go skiing. I was a ski bum for years, and traveled to where the snow was at. Followed the winter weather around like a nomad!! There's nothing more glorious than ripping huge GS turns thru a powder field and then launching a cliff!!! Talk about a rush...love that adrenaline, LOL!!!
2.) When I wasn't doing that in the winter...I followed a couple bands around during the summer months...now don't laugh, but I was(and still am) a dedicated Phish fan. It used to be like a traveling carnival, but I went to a concert this summer and things have changed...not for the better, it isn't what it used to be, but regardless I would still like to go to more shows(but that requires crossing state lines).
3.) And that brings me to my last thing, which is I used to play alot of musical instruments...mostly piano. I played since I was a kid, and I used to study theory and composition. I haven't sat around a piano for years, but I wanna get back into it...it's just hard to find the time with my work, gym, cooking and eating schedule. This is something that I COULD actually do again with ease...I'm just lazy with it.

I miss life on the highway. Before truly taking this thing we do serious enough to make it my passion I spent every waking moment on my bike. I loved getting on the Highway with a pocket full of cash a change of clothes strapped to my bars and taking off with no destination. I've camped in the redwoods for a night for no reason other than I got bored that morning. I've woken up and gotten a call that everyone was heading to Vegas for the night and boom we were gone. 9 hrs there and spent about four in Vegas and rode back the next day. Riding to Oregon and and Utah and Arizona down into Mexico. Every square in of Cali All my time and money went into my bike. It still is an obsession. Being on the highway is spiritual and anyone who rides knows exactly what I'm talking about. When u hit 100mph on the speedometer everything just kind of blurs out. The thunder of the pipes consume everything. The road becomes a tunnel and the blur around u flows like a roaring river and ur problems are washed away. The feeling of being alive is at it's peak when u ride with a pack. Ride outlaw style at 100mph side by side, the roads twist n turn and the synchronization becomes a dance. One wrong move and 30guys behind you get hurt or possibly worse. I get chills when I think of setting the pace of that pack. Knowing I've got an army of steel at my back. The looks we get and the feeling of brotherhood is honestly almost like BB. After a certain point in our BB lives we get so big it's not really normal. Everyone wants to touch u and talk to u about lifting or they always ask how much I eat. How much I can bench. Then u meet guys in the gym who share ur passion and you'd be amazed how many times guys will cheer u on as u go for a PR. They get more excited for u than u do urself. There's a lady at my gym who always wants to feed me. For whatever reason she randomly brings a dish of this or plate of that. I work 8-10 hrs a day 5days a wk. Lift 1-2 hrs a day 5-6 days a wk. Tend my medicinal garden 7 days a wk. I've always spent hours on Eroids throughout the day. Sleep whatever's left. I barely have time to ride and honestly I don't mind it as much as I used to. I'm a single minded individual when I get my head wrapped around something. It is what it is and I wouldn't change it for nothing. Watching my body change over the years I cringe at the thought of letting it go to waste. Too many early morning and late nights in the gym. Too many empty calories sacrificed. Too much money spent on food n sullen gea to ever go back now.

I think for me, The biggest sacrifice is sleep. Unfortunately, Ive got a natural tendency to get selfish when I get serious about body building and wrestling. So I have to really watch and make sure that it's me that is taking the sacrifice and not my family. I've got little kids now and decided that no matter how dedicated I get to this that I try not to let it cut into their time. So I wake up at 4:30, get in the gym, hit it hard, get it out of my system and get home all before the kids are up. Luckily I only live a few minutes away from my gym.