So every normal human bieng gets more excited when they see a new vein popping up than getting a new car! And anticipating the arrival of a package in the mail becomes an obsession.

Speraking of obsessions we look in the mirror more ofthen than our girlfriends. But why not? OK, so we are narcissistic, and vanity drives us to perfectiion!

We know more about chemistry, biology, hemotolgy and hormones than the best doctors, but we are simply "Muscle Heads". What do they know anyway?

Anyone willing toi stick sharp objects into various parts of their anantomy is absolutely a well adjusted person. Plus Hardcore Squatters and Deadlifters are amoungst the gentlest of people. Its the wooses that take hikes! We lift til we feel like we're in Purrgatory.

Simply put if you weren't crazy you could never do this at a high level! Who needs fucking calories when pre-contesting? NAH!

When it's all siad and done we suffer through pain, injuries, and give up much that the obese crave. So, we will keep going always seeking a better physique! Funny thing is there are no limits.

There is an upside to this insanity...you live in what you built, and it's nice! Being strong is a great little benefit to offset the suffering, and so is sex in the sack with a young chick! But what do we know? WE"RE CRAZY!!!!!

Keep lifting brother!