This is the story of Billy Hatebreed.
When I first met Billy he was literally in between my legs.
Uhh WTF, Zach....Context please.
Billy and I were in the West Point grappling club together as plebes. I first met billy when I was literally beating him up (ask him, he'll tell you). He was in my guard (look it up) and I was working him over pretty good. I saw the last name on his PT shirt: 'Hatebreed'. In my head I thought "Why is this skinny asshole even trying to fight me?". I thought I was hot shit. I decided to remember his face and his name for later reference.
"Thanks for sparring with me man" he said.
No problem assclown, As i shook his hand and smiled.
Let me take a break and describe Hatebreed for you on the day I met him. He was about 6 feet tall and lanky. He looked like he couldn't even describe what a barbell looked like. He was, as he would say now, a Bitch and i think he would confirm that. He looked like he belonged at UCLA playing in the band, not at West Point grappling with the future leaders of America.
Fast forward a week and I meet this guy again in my friend's room. First thing I said was something to the effect of:
"Oh, shit. You're THAT Hatebreed. Good to see you again man."
We talked a bit more and I found out he was a central Texas asshole just like me. Awesome. Part way through the conversation he mentioned that he was a lifter. Bullshit was my first thought. Then I thought That's great, he needs some muscle.
Let me take yet another break and describe myself at that point. I was 5'10" and 175. I was also a bitch. I just didn't know it. I thought because I was a half-competent grappler that I was hot shit. I was not. I was a bitch. A skinny-fat bitch.
Anyway, Hatebreed starts lifting. As the months pass I start noticing his gains. I also notice that that motherfucker practically lives in the gym. When others are playing ultimate frisbee or tossing around a football, Hatebreed was picking up heavy shit and setting it down. He became one of the few people I knew who actually used the supplements that he bought. As his physical state changed so did his mental state. He not only became intense-as-fuck in the weight room, but intense-as-fuck every else that was appropriate.
Hatebreed was (and still is) the stereotype that is meat head. He listens to metal, he takes supps and he lives in the gym.
Fast forward (yes, again) to junior year at West Point. Billy was a noticeably person. He had added what I thought to be about 30 (I don't know for sure) pounds of muscle since I first met him. He was fuckin ripped up. I was a still a fat bitch. Billy and I had become even better friends since we met. We hung out with mutual friends both at home and at West Point. While he got jacked I got injured and fat. I had turned into an even bigger piece of shit.
That was almost a year ago. In that time I have lost 55 pounds of fat, made considerable strength gains and became even less of a piece of shit. What does this have to do with Billy? A lot.
You see a few months ago when I decided to get off my lazy ass and stop being a bitch I pulled motivation from a) my hate for others, b)my hate for myself and c)other people (such as Billy). Although Billy never called me out on my piece-of-shitness he did so indirectly with his comments about others. He says things like 'being fat is fucked' and 'I hate how people let themselves turn into pieces of shit'.
I hear you, Billy, loud and clear.
I look at Billy now as an example of what I, and others, can do when we decide to go balls-to-the-wall insane on our goals. His experience taught me that Intensity and and bat-shit insanity can basically get you through anything. Even now when I find myself unmotivated I think of what billy would do in my situation. The answer is always the same. He would fucking work out. He is a personal hero of mine for this reason. I would also like to take this space to congratulate him on his accomplishments. His strength gains, his animalistic approach to strength training and his upcoming commission and graduation from West Point. Congratulations, buddy. You did it. You'll bring your intensity to the army where you will kick a lot of wholesale ass.
This is Billy deadlifting 505 pounds. Go ahead and call him a bitch. I dare you.
Final Word: Be like Billy. Get intense. Become and animal. Devour your goals. And for God's sake go fucking workout.
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