The people I am most inspired by are the ones that are already at the gym when I get there at 7am.

They’re already drenched in sweat, intensity in their eyes, in their own world of dedication. They’re my hero’s.

They’re the ones that inspire me the most in my mornings.

You’ll never see all of the decisions and disciplines that went into place to make sure they’re there at that time. The personal battles they had to face to set their alarm for 6am, get out of bed and be there… For absolutely no reason.

There was invitations they may have had to decline.

TV shows they chose not to watch.

Beers they didn’t drink.

All of the hedonistic pleasures that were available to them. All to suffer first thing in the morning, for no one but themselves.