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-The Story- Past / Pre-NF: Past / NF: August 2015, with my ex mostly out of the picture, and the girl that I admitted that I loved shooting me down; I felt broken and dark. It was time to finally do something that was eating away at me since the spartan race back in November... ...I started The Phoenix Project. Step #1) The Dark Satyr Begins: a-Purge all negative emotions by telling my story. b-Purge all possessions by razing 30 year's worth of memories to the ground. Step #2) The Dark Satyr Rises: a-Clean the entire cave (Southeast corner) b-Prime/Paint Satyr-cave c-Get new flooring d-Building Project #1 Bookshelf e-Building Project #2 Kitchen table f-Building Project #3 ??? g-Building Project #4 ??? Step #3) Becoming A Symbol: a-Face fear of cut hair/beard after 3 years/9 months b-Face fear of getting hair procedure done c-Face fear of getting piercing d-Face fear of getting tattoo e-Replace the old NF Symbol f-New wardrobe Step #4) The Will To Act: a-Master's Program homework b-Master's Program classes c-Socializing d-Exercise e-Work f-Secret Batman Lessons Step #5) The Dark Satyr's Training: a-Whole 30 b-Daily walks(or)bleachers / body-weights c-Sledgehammer workouts d-*Unlocked after Building Project #3 & Batman Lessons e-*Unlocked after Building Project #4 Step #6) Killing My Old Self: a-Satyr Suit Defense b-Satyr Suit Offense c-'Mr. Wayne' Lessons d-Siren's Call e-Facing the Past that never was f-Defining who I am Forever -------------------------------- I wrote my entire life story and purged emotionally above (1a). Then I purged physically...(1b) I cleaned the Satyr-Cave (2a), primed and pained (2b), fixed a few little thing, and set down carpet (2c): I built a bookshelf (2d) and dining table (2e). I cut the majority of my beard and hear off and got a hair treatment done (3a) (3b). I got my first piercing (3c) and then faced my fear of getting a tattoo (3d), and made my own personal Satyr symbol (you can see on the door in an above picture and my new profile picture) (3e). I'm in the midst of getting parts of a new wardrobe (3f). I have scheduled and tweak step 4: juggling master's program classes (4a), homework (4b), socializing (4c), exercising (4d), working (4e), and last challenge started secret batman lessons (4f). I continue to have my challenge be working on step 5: whole30 (5a), walking/bodyweights (5b), sledgehammer workouts (5c). Last challenge, as some of you know; I channeled the spirit of Bruce Wayne and sent out some things (6c). I Deserve Better. I Will Make Better. Because I Am Better. As I continue forward, the changes I keep making will be bigger and bolder than I've already done so far. I have learned on this journey that I have worth. I have merit. But I need to fight for it. And if you are fighting for your best self, then consider me your friend...because I consider you mine. That brings us to today... I am focusing on the following this challenge (Step 5): 1) Whole 30 2) Walking/Bodyweight 3) Sledgehammering 4) Secret Batman Lessons 5) Socializing. There are some *bonus goals* that if I am able to do, I would like as well: 6/7) I would also like to try and get building projects (2f) and (2g) done, if possible. 8) I might be revisiting (6c) and channeling Bruce Wayne again. 9) Finally, I would like to be writing more story, which is what this current challenge is named after. 1 Entry per week. 10) Try and actually fucking update more often.

DISCLAIMER: this includes "offensive" language, idgaf. Little background info here, I'm living in Colorado for the summer, working, and trying to save as much $ as possible. That being said, I workout at the "fitness center" of my apartment complex. Little tiny weight room, waay too many treadmill warriors and not enough lifting. So what happen wuz... I go in, headphones in, ready to go, gonna set some new PR's, psyched up for my lifting session. I warm up, and begin my PR work set. I do 5 sets of 5 reps every workout, and I'm on set 3 when I stall halfway up on a squat. In that moment, I thought of the videos I'd seen of Arnold lifting, and he sure as hell didn't give up when it hurt, so I went berserker. I let out an animal growl, and finished the last two reps in my set. (Woot) After that, the berserker didn't wear off. I'd felt this before. Back in high school I did some lifting, and sometimes I'd get into this zone, where I was an animal in the gym, practically superhuman it felt like, lifting heavier and longer and harder than I ever thought I could. My workout partner never could understand how, and I still don't. I attributed it to my pre-workout powder (a now banned Jack3d original; sons of bitches, I loved that stuff). Now, however, I don't use any supplements, so apparently I can unleash this completely naturally, which is awesome (woot) So, I continue in this elevated state, thru set 4 (woot), occasionally growling, etc. Then on my last set, it got hard as hell, so I roared if you will, on my middle two reps. Then, on my last rep of my last set, as I'm driving up with everything I have, somebody vigorously pokes on my back. I roared again, finished my rep, completing my PR (woot), and whirled around at who the hell just nearly wrecked my last rep. It was some managerial crone who had apparently been scolding/ talking/ yelling at me for a while now, meanwhile, the rest of the weight room is staring with mixed expressions from contempt to shock. So I take out my earbuds, and the first thing she says is: get out. I said excuse me?? She says, you need to leave right now, because YOU'RE DISTURBING THE FITNESS ENVIRONMENT. Wait. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? I laughed and said pardon me ma'am, but I AM the fitness environment. If you couldn't hear your reality TV over the sound of my working out, that's too damn bad. She said thats very funny but that i was an insolent shit, and I had to leave or my fitness center privileges would be revoked. Well that set me off. I launched into how ridiculous that was, how idiotic a policy that was, how the "fitness environment" she spoke of was bullshit, etc, etc. And I'm not leaving till I'm done. And then returned to my workout. She left... AND RETURNED WITH SECURITY!! Two fat guys with mall cop written all over em. Well I didn't want to fight em, so I left with the "security" telling the center how fucking stupid it was haha I will return tomorrow, and tomorrow is a PR deadlift day, so they're in for a real treat I'm very darkly excited. So, a PR thru and thru, discovery of a lasting animal berserker mode, and getting kicked out for being too intense. Woot, woot, and woot, bitch.