One day I realised bodybuilding was an illusion and that my idols were more familiar with needle gauges than the "Weider principles". A feeling of liberation swept my body as I tore up an autographed Jay Cutler 8x10 and proudly watched as the last remnants of my supplement stash swirled and vanished down the sink. Gone and very much forgotten.
And you know what? I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going.