Extremity

All things extreme are unsustainable. One life experience from it all ending. When I first moved to Santa Monica I was a complete fitness nut. I was biking 30 miles per day and training doing calisthenics at Muscle Beach. I consumed no sugar, preservatives, no chemicals on a mostly vegan diet. I was eating mostly fresh fruits and vegetables. The diet and training worked as I was ridiculously shredded and in the best shape of my life. It was extremely rigorous and challenging. During my peak, I was riding down the bike path in Venice Beach and some idiot biker hit me from behind. I wiped out and broke my wrist. I’ve never been the same since. I could probably get back to that level if I tried, but the nostalgia of those days is lost on me. I’d rather go on about my life the way it is now. I’d never be able to maintain that lifestyle for long anyways. It was too much dedication. My day had to be planned perfectly for it to work. Life is full of bumps in the road. Better to find a nice groove to live out life. Extremity is unsustainable. Look to Stockton Rush if you don’t believe me.