“Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable.”

Tendinitis on both knees, fractured left wrist, worn out rotator cuffs and most recently a full blown pec tear. How does somebody who is so physically broken have the audacity to say he’s unbreakable? How can a person that has pushed his body to the limits only to have it betray him time and time again have the heart to come back every time with the courage to look the iron in the face and say, “I f@cking got you!”?

In his movie, Rocky Balboa, Sylvester Stallone delivered what might be the greatest father-son moment ever when he told his son, “it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”

That is exactly how winning is done! That is how I can keep coming back to the iron with this undying belief that I am going to come out with a win. Because I keep getting up. So as long as I am able, I am going to run through every brick wall that gets in my way. And when I can’t run, I will walk. When my legs give out and I can no longer put one foot in front of the other, I will use every muscle fiber in my body to crawl. And when I am done crawling, I’m going to be crazy enough to think that I can put the weight of the world of my shoulders and keep moving forward. Because that is how winning is done, and I am here for the win! I’m either going to win or I’m going to die; rep by rep and plate by plate, until I’m finished. That mentality is not some delusional overconfidence or narcissism. That is the byproduct of years of relentless work and tenacity.

I have paid my dues. I have bled for this sport. I have loved this sport unconditionally and I have given it everything I can possibly give. Because of that love I have built the confidence and skill to stand toe to toe with the iron and say that I am unbreakable!

I have also made every wrong choice a man can make. I chased off every dream that’s been given to me. I have doubted my ability to be extraordinary. I have conceded to my deepest fears and because of that I have even looked at the man in the mirror with hate.

When we grow old things get taken from us. That’s just part of life: we are not young forever and eventually some of our bones will break and so will some of our dreams. Most of the time we don’t even notice when these things are taken from us because we are already broken. They are taken one by one until we are completely depleted or until we die. In life we can either stay broken and get the shit kicked out of us or we can fight. We can either run, walk, or crawl through those brick walls and get out of hell or we can die. We can take those broken bones and mend them to become unbreakable or we can just become shadows and dust. We can either look at the person in the mirror with hatred or we can look at them right in the face and say, “I f@cking got you!” 

A long time ago I chose to become unbreakable. Since that time I have suffered defeat after defeat. But I chose to make those defeats part of what make me unbreakable. And because I have lost I will win.

The choice to become unbreakable is ours. We just have to act on it. Choice plus actions equals outcome. Work your ass off and that sense of invincibility will come. But you can’t master life without being 100% convinced you are unbreakable. Do the work, put in the time, break some bones, shed some tears and eventually you will become an indestructible force. Become unbreakable and you become limitless.

There is a very thin line between winning and losing, between living and dying! The margin of error is so small you don’t even see it so don’t miss the opportunity to be unbreakable.  

“If they hadn’t tried to break me down, then I wouldn’t know that I’m unbreakable.” Gabourey Sidibe



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