Men. Listen up.
Have I explained to you how my shower is an arena that I train within?
I doubt it.
Every shower I ever have, ends cold. Sometimes colder than others (the science of cold showers is in. Google it fuck)
I train to adapt to it.
When I feel my life is weakening (lol), I imagine myself surrounded by good men who will observe my endurance (don’t be gay). I turn it to its coldest.
I show nothing, as THEY are watching my performance, although it is the most difficult thing I do.
Pleasure is easy, discomfort sucks!
But in front of my brothers, it’s all the same. For honor it’s easy.
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