Did you ever want something so bad that you felt it in your core--in the fiber of your being? Have you ever been so driven to achieve that you could barely express it in words? Felt so strongly about your quest that you could break into tears just contemplating it? There is a beast in the belly of every champion. This beast needs to constantly be nourished. You feed it your hope and your despair, your anguish and your anger. This beast must remain caged, he must remain internalized because the outside world could never handle his hunger. You bottle up this menace until you are ready to explode. Just as you need to walk your dog, the gym is a place to let your beast out to roam. Let it breathe. Channel your hate, channel your love, focus your frustration and disappointment. Turn your emotions into a white hot rage and let them flow. Let the beast see the light of day just long enough to turn you into a freak. Society makes us cold and numb. The world mutates us into drones and automatons who cannot feel. I'm thankful for the beast in my belly. When that beast dies, when that fire goes out, life is over. I'd rather die than not feel. I'll sacrifice it all to feed the beast. I offer my life. What are you brining to the table?