This week and introducing the 28day mission...

This week, I'm gonna hit the gym fucking hard.

Monday and Wednesday: Daniel Craig workout, plus 1hour treadmill.
Tuesday and Thursday: Legs and Boxing training, plus 1hour treadmill.
Friday: Daniel Craig workout plus, bench pressing 90kg, plus 90minutes treadmill.
Saturday: Rest.
Sunday: Active rest.

So by the end of the week, I will have done:
25+ miles of bikeriding.
25+ miles of running.
150 pull ups.
Bench pressed well over my own body weight.

I'm also beginning a 28day search/rampage for a new gf.

Dying, of obesity, twenty years from now, is not an option.

If it were the case, would you be willing to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance - just one chance! - to be able to tell all of your enemies that they may stifle your creativity; they may squander your talents in call centres and temping agencies; they may even shout and/or laugh, in the streets, at your 'unconventional' haircuts, but they'll never take your FREEDOM!

It's time to shove absurdity right back down existences throat, take control of life, and be everything you've ever dreamed of and more.

Fuck the status quo, the time is fucking now.

This world has done little for me, so it's time to create an absurd and ironic personal universe where people conform to my set of ideals and rules... where money is mine, ripped abs are glory, heavy metal music, jaegermeister, goldshlager, creatine, steroids, magical girls, Marilyn Manson, weird hair, satanism is LOVED. Bill Hicks, Poetry is appreciated, James Joyce is regarded for what he is. And twisting people to your will at any cost.

Joycean absurdity meets metal.

Yours in unlimited glory.

-Michael