Woke up at 5am, ate and put the for by 5:30, rode bike 5 miles in the dark to a coffee shop, spent an hour drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, rode another 3 miles to work at 8.
Work in a basement level laboratory for 8 hours most days. At 4:30 bomb out on my bike into rush hour traffic, hit 30 mph on downhills. Stop at the natural foods co op and get organic vegetables and cheesy treats. Complete the 8 miles back home by 5:15.
Immediately put on running clothes and shoes, and run 2 miles to the nearby university gym. Hit the weights by 5:45. Spend a half hour doing at least 10 different lifts. Spend 10 minutes in the sauna sweating out toxins and reading.
The walk back home, still listening to the podcasts Ive downloaded. Strictly super high IQ authors talking about incredible stuff or the sickest most inspiring beats. Maybe puff some weed in the vape.
Back home which is a ratty trailer in the woods I'm renting on someones property no phone, no internet, no hot water. Cook up the iron skillet with at least 5x types of random veggies and brown rice
On the days I don't lift I'm wandering out to get a cell signal calling my girl. If no girl, planning to go out on the upcoming weekend.
Wash, rinse repeat. I'm saving a shitload of money, sacrificing nothing... Fitness levels off the chart, professionally advancing, girls miring, my brain is explodong from epic podcasts, read more than ever, do more than ever.
It all went downhill when I moved in with the girl in a regular apartment close to town.
The moral of the story is roasties are cancer and adversity is just the tools to make yourself stronger and smarter in disguise