Story Time : Your Coach in His Twenties
The purpose of this post is to get some stuff off my chest. I would like to let people know that I am NOT special, I am simply a guy with an above average IQ that likes to lift heavy stuff. What I have accomplished is attainable for anyone and everyone. In my twenties, I was (in my words) a dipshit. I have always had a substance problem and an addictive personality. Whether it was booze, nicotine, or caffeine, I wanted it in large amounts. Every week was the same pattern: Work my buns off slanging pizzas for 40 hours, collects tips, and hit the bars on the weekends to blow those tips. At this time I was a believer, but one of those "believers in name only". I was not glorifying God with my reckless behavior. I was simply looking to get messed up as quickly as possible as soon as the weekends rolled around. My friends and I would go down to our local dive, drink way to much, sing karaoke, smoke too many cigar...