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Training


Limits keep us safe Limits keep us in the status quo We limit ourselves and others We limit our own power Limits stop injury Limits stop idiocy Limits will guide my training Limits will let me grow Actually... Fuck limits. I'm going to train hard, train often, and train like there's no end in sight. Why not train again today, this morning's session wasn't enough. I want to train harder than ever, and if my body's limits say no, then my body will have to learn new limits. Nothing will stop me once I begin. Fuck distractions Fuck errors Fuck excuses Fuck limits It's time to train.
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Phantasm
Training never ceases.

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