Post by Daron Smythe on Aug 3, 2022 16:43:13 GMT -5
14...15...16...17...18...19...20
No matter how heavy the weight, no matter how many reps.
21...22...23...24...25...26...27
I can't shake the feeling....
28...29...30. The bar slams back into the rack...
...the feeling that it's never enough.
I close my eyes for a moment and I'm back there. I'm back in that little ring, that death trap. In the back of Jim's collectable's store in the middle of a dying mall. Doing squat after squat...
31...32...33...34...35
...bump after bump...
36...37...38...39...40
...always feeling like I have something to prove...
My eyes are open. I'm back in the present. Cell phones are a wonderful thing. I can't get lost on some back ass country road like I used to. But now, social media.
I'm swiping through UWL's social media and one after one...Rylee, Sage, Storm...they all say the same thing. They pick Robb Daniels.
People used to say I was born with a chip on my shoulder. But, when your dad skips town at a young age and your mom always struggles to make ends meet, you promise yourself something. You promise that you are going to work so hard that you'll never have to live like this again.
I know how good I am. Part of me doesn't blame them. They haven't seen anything I can do.
This Saturday, Orlando, Florida, everyone will find out, all the haters, all the doubters, Robb Daniels, but mostly importantly...myself?
Am I finally good enough?
No matter how heavy the weight, no matter how many reps.
21...22...23...24...25...26...27
I can't shake the feeling....
28...29...30. The bar slams back into the rack...
...the feeling that it's never enough.
I close my eyes for a moment and I'm back there. I'm back in that little ring, that death trap. In the back of Jim's collectable's store in the middle of a dying mall. Doing squat after squat...
31...32...33...34...35
...bump after bump...
36...37...38...39...40
...always feeling like I have something to prove...
My eyes are open. I'm back in the present. Cell phones are a wonderful thing. I can't get lost on some back ass country road like I used to. But now, social media.
I'm swiping through UWL's social media and one after one...Rylee, Sage, Storm...they all say the same thing. They pick Robb Daniels.
People used to say I was born with a chip on my shoulder. But, when your dad skips town at a young age and your mom always struggles to make ends meet, you promise yourself something. You promise that you are going to work so hard that you'll never have to live like this again.
I know how good I am. Part of me doesn't blame them. They haven't seen anything I can do.
This Saturday, Orlando, Florida, everyone will find out, all the haters, all the doubters, Robb Daniels, but mostly importantly...myself?
Am I finally good enough?