my feed is so dialed every time i come on here all i see is a bunch of killers getting after it lights a fire under me to go even harder

I want to do something that makes rest feel like a crime to anyone who sees it. I want to do something so violent it disgusts comfort itself. I’m craving a physical, violent war against myself and my limitations.

I’ll be honest, I have no idea what im doing in life. haven’t used my degree at all had multiple corporate jobs since graduating college lost my job early this summer life has stripped me of titles, paychecks, direction, but not belief. and belief is the only weapon that

rachel The Pit is real

it’s wild how low the bar really is. you can get ahead just by doing the simple stuff. showing up on time, actually working hard, asking decent questions, and not being a pain to be around. do that consistently and people notice. and that’s usually what leads to new

i remember the first time i experienced this. 20 mile run, at my goal marathon pace 148 avg HR I vividly remember laughing uncontrollably and a tear rolling down my cheek. Pure bliss. A feeling i chase every time i put my shoes on now

true power isn’t in raw force but in the ability to withhold it. it’s the difference between a storm that must rage and one that holds its silence until it chooses otherwise.

conquer reality with intent today

sometimes you gotta stop and appreciate the beauty of life

the weekend should be the ultimate redline, no pain no gain. the biggest efforts of your week inspired by jo johnson

this is your sign to get up and do something hard today 1 mile loop 30 times

Sometimes when life dulls you, the only answer is to take yourself where comfort can’t follow. I chose 30 miles. Hours of silence and hurt. It was a reset button hidden inside pain. Monday morning, ready to attack.

The real superpower? Getting knocked down. Standing back up. Every. Single. Time.

so fired up for this

to master yourself is to hunt your inner enemy through fire and darkness, corner it, and strangle it until nothing remains. only then does growth take root.

the second you see life as a story, setbacks stop feeling like punishment. they’re just another part of the larger story being written. and you accept that suffering is the only way the story moves forward. it’ll all work out how it’s supposed to

the strange thing about suffering: the deeper you go into it, the more you realize it’s shaping you into someone you almost recognize, but not quite. someone harder. someone you couldn’t have been without it.

what i love about saturday long runs is they feel like game day. all week is practice. friday night is fueling up, locking in, getting your body ready for war. then saturday morning hits and the jitters come. the same ones i had before every game growing up. nothing else

easy Sunday miles enjoying the sun before it’s gone