As I look upon the annals of my life of 21 years, I see many thoughts,visions and ideas and
events of signifigance,some important,some superfluous and some profound.It is the latter
im concerned with,for it is these events that characterize one`s personna, leaving a deep
scar etched into the soul.The scar that gives me character is the Iron.
To fully understand its impact,one must travel back in time a bit.A time before i
met the Iron,a time not all that long ago.I was one of them.One of the many you see on a
day to day basis.A person you couldnt pick out of a crowd.You may know the kind,paper
thin,clothes hanging off,a product of imperfection,a product of mediocrity,like everyone
else around me.Nothing is worse than being swallowed by the monster of insignificance. I
had read about the Greek ideal.I was fascinated by the concept of a perfect body and a
perfect mind meshed into one,harmonious entity.
According to the Greeks,one depeneded
on the other and in order to function,both were needed.At this time,i was no David,nor a
Hercules,but i knew i could become my own sculptor and create a living
masterpiece.Something that which no one can take away from me.Something that i
As quickly as my revelation of reinvention came about,i decided to put forth my
grand plan into action by joining a gym.It was there i was to meet the Iron for the very
first time.I slowly and languidly shuffled into the building unsure of what to expect.As I
entered, my nervousness peaked and thoughts of turning around and going home raced
through my mind.The chamber i entered was dark and filled with apparatuses remiscent of
medieval torture devices. And upon these device...