The inner circle

This morning, I opened my Facebook to find that I have moved into the "inner circle".  I have made some new friends and become part of a community that I once looked at as the "big kids".  It's the team created by Xavy's trainer, Brandon.  It's a Facebook Group of some of the biggest and baddest of them all.  When Xavy became part of the group, I looked at him in awe.  It might as well have been the cool table in the high school lunch room.

After a few hardcore workouts and some photos in the mirror after, I thought... "You know what, I train as hard as they do, what do I have to lose?".  I have out lifted and/or blown the minds of  some of the guys in the gym lately, but was it enough?  It took a really long time to earn my keep in the free weight area of my own gym with just averaged dudes. What the heck was I getting myself into? Was I setting myself up for disappointment?  With a click of a button, the request was sent.  Within minutes, guess what?  My request was approved.

*Pulling up a chair on the end of the cool table.*

It took me a few days to post and when I did, I got comments and "likes" as if I belonged there all along. I don't give myself enough credit some times.  It's not the number on the scale that matters.  It is the hours of effort, the beads of sweat and comradere that comes when a group of people that support each others goals.

Thank you Brandon, Alicia and Xavy for making me a part of something. 

Today, I flexed in the mirror and hopped on the scale while my dozen of eggs were boiling.  I packed my meals and plotted out my day in order to make sure that I could make my workout a priority.  Sitting here at my desk thinking about it, I don't even recognize myself.  I am making it and holding my own.  Training hard and staying on track every day is taking me places that I never thought I would go.  A lifestyle that I thought was unrealistic and out of reach is now my only way of life.  Wow... just wow!