the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first one. my journey of a thousand miles begins today. this journey will embody my most dramatic transformation yet. only this time, my 90-Day Challenge will move beyond my body. this 90-Day Challenge will transform life et al. this 90-Day Challenge will be a work of art, my very own sistine chapel. this 90-Day Challenge will be my american gothic, my guernica, my venus de milo, my la danse, my winged victory. this 90-Day Challenge will etch the impossible on the hearts and minds of men.
this 90 Day Challenge will reach clear across space and time where the realization of dreams is boundless. this 90-Day Challenge will be the skyscraper with an elevator ride that takes 90 Days to reach the lowest top floor. this 90-Day Challenge will bludgeon what it means to be obese, lazy, apathetic, indifferent, fearful, skeptical, ignorant, poor, disenfranchised, excluded, at-risk. this 90-Day Challenge is about souls.
this 90-Day Challenge is the beyond. and beyond, needs a messenger. a messenger who will carry it to every space known and unknown. a messenger who is the very embodiment of action. a messenger who is unresonably focused, obnoxiously committed, and relentlessly sacrificial.
i was born for such a time as this. for this is the second coming of of Slim and it be mightily. this 90-Day Challenge will be my finest hour yet.
welcome to the Vi-athalon. the world is already never the same.
Slim Cometh II
july 6, 2012
it’s amazing what makes us fight. i mean it. just a few days ago, i pulled the plug on being on life support. the kind of life support that kills. it kills dreams. it kills energy. it kills everything in a 10 mile radius in fact. it makes vegetables of even the strongest and bravest…
my house. 9:00pm. Friday. 2013. come ready to party.
i rolled my eyes and stumped my feet…still wore a behind whipping like never before.
houston, we have a problem…
my black hand side isn’t so black. how do we reconcile that?
I nodded hello to a non black co-worker of mine this morning. She was terrified. I was proud.
today, i’m going to do something intrinsically black…call someone “bruh”.