There's no pride in being natural
that imaginary pride is premium grade copium
It’s 4pm. My eyeball is fucking twitching, again. I can’t get this thing to stop. It’s annoying at the very least. The people around me probably think I’m coked out.
Jokes on them. I’ll be smashing rails on the weekend. What they’re witnessing is peak performance. Whether they realize it or not.
The modafinil flowing through my system has my dopamine receptors lit up like a Christmas tree. Little bit of phenibut to level me out and take the edge off. And who could forget nicotine? My upper lip is slowly eroding from these pouches, but they hit so, so good. The constant caffeine. If I could get a straight caffeine IV drip I would. My heart rate is higher than I’d like it to be, but that’s the trade off with the ephedrine I pair with my coffee a few times a day. A man has gotta stay lean, and when I take clen I can’t even sign my name without looking like I have fucking Parkinson’s. (This was well before the GLP-1 gold rush, you guys have it easy these days).
And who could forget. The nectar of the gods. That sweet amber honey. That gives me a coughing fit that sounds like Im about to cough half my lung up when I nick a vein.
Good ol’ trenbolone. I mean, of course I’m running it with Test. That’s a given. I love testosterone. They should be handing it out to most people I see these days.
But god damn, that twilight between not sleeping enough, not giving any fucks and being horny enough to fuck a hole in wall gives you a mental drive that’s dangerous for productivity and getting shit done. And hitting PR’s while starving yourself.
I’m in the zone. Time to get back to work.
AN IMAGINARY MORAL HIGH GROUND OF COPE
One of the strangest mindsets I have observed has come from the crowd that places an unholy sense of righteousness over those that have chosen to enhance their lives. You know the type:
They graduated reddit university with honours
Skinny fat, “science based” lifter
Spends hundreds, and hundreds of dollars on expensive amino acid Kool aid mixes and natural testosterone “boosters” monthly
Shows up to the gym twice a week. Has looked the same for the past 3 years.
Prefers soy based protein and is a craft IPA connoisseur
Comments on other people’s progress picture “Wow steroids” “Doesn’t count, not natty lol”
“Your balls are gonna shrink!”.. They always seem to be obsessed with the size of other mens testicles
The list goes on…
It’s understandable. Really. Taking a few steps back, I get it.
If you’re viewing it through the lens of something like steroids, it comes with risk. There is no free lunch in life. You might not know when. You might not know how. You might not even know why. But there is a hidden cost to everything. Nothing comes without risk. It just is what is.
But when we examine the keyboard warrior who thinks his kinesiology degree has endowed him with more knowledge than a life long lifter who has lived and breathed the pain of trial, error and bad bloodwork…
The pattern becomes obvious. The cost becomes obvious. The risk becomes obvious.
That risk?
It’s the artificial ceiling you place on yourself. That imaginary moral high ground that is nothing more than insurance for mediocrity. The imaginary safety net, reinforced by nothing but pure cope.
In short, the risk is, simply taking no risk at all.
By choosing to cope. Cope that has metastasized into a warped sense of false superiority. It’s like a comfort blanket. Every single time they see someone doing better physically, mentally, financially, they get triggered.
Instead of putting in some work. Doing deep dives on biology. Nutrition. Training. Endocrinology. Pubmed studies. Pharmacology. Learning some new skills..
Instead of taking some risk and investing some time. Or admitting that what they’re criticizing might be too complicated for them to understand at the moment, because some things truly just take time and nuance to begin to grasp.
It’s easier to point fingers. Roll eyes. Demean the work. Downplay the achievement. Ignore all the risks taken..
He or she crossed a line I wouldn’t, therefore the work is invalidated.
Whatever makes them feel better, right?
I do hope these people understand the hidden costs associated with this mindset and the way it can infect other areas of their life as well.
THE TOOLS DONT REPLACE THE WORK, THEY ENHANCE THE WORK
We live in a world where there are people that legitimately believe things such as olympic athletes or professional sports players are natural.
It’s insanity. Truly.
If you believe, even for a second, that an athlete performing at the highest levels, at the literal pinnacle of their craft, isn’t doing everything within their power and grasp to make even the tiniest of improvements to continue to dominate and live out their life’s mission to the highest potential…
Take a step back, and try to apply the long lost art of critical thinking.
Nearly every single one of them, in some way, shape or form, are enhanced. And there is no shame in that game. Whether its steroids, peptides, pharmaceuticals, nootropics, narcotics, it doesn’t matter.
The drugs are the icing on cake. That perfect, delicious glaze of cream cheese icing on an already soft and chewy cinnamon bun. The beautiful stone veneer wrapping around a robust and perfectly framed house. The tools don’t replace the work, they take the work to the next level. They refine it, and act as a force multiplier.
The drugs didn’t get someone up at 5 AM. The drugs didn’t make them autistically track every single calorie that entered their body. The drugs didn’t spend every Sunday meal prepping for the next week. The drugs didn’t drag them to their gym or training, day in and day out no matter how they felt.
The drugs didn’t give them an unhealthy obsession with their life’s mission that drove them to ruthlessly chase their goal like a crackhead carpet surfing for another piece of rock to smoke at 4:34 AM.
The drugs took those inputs and maximized the outputs. Combine that with a high horse power, high agency motherfucker who will grab life by the throat and squeeze every single goal right out of it?
That’s synergy.
YOU CAN’T COPE YOUR WAY TO SUCCESS
A while back, I remember every time tax season creeped up, a regular client would jump up from his usual one to two gram weekly purchase of coke to weekly quarter ounces. Sometimes even more, if some of his coworkers wanted in too. And these guys weren’t partying. These bags would be dropped off right in front of his downtown office in the middle of the day. This was how they ruthlessly crushed tax season and extreme workloads.
Our lawyer we kept on retainer? One of the deals we had with this guy was a discount or favours within reason provided we could give him a couple bottles of Adderall or Dexedrine every month. One hell of a deal, because a good lawyer will forever be worth every penny.
Shit, I even remember a graffiti artist we knew who did his best work while sniffing bumps of ketamine. And his work was phenomenal.
You think anyone of these people had a moral or ethical dilemma about this? Not even for a second. They had work to do. Goals to crush. A mission to chase. People that actually perform at a high level in any field or sport aren’t sitting around trying to cope their way out of mediocrity. They’re using and exploiting every single edge they can find and get their hands on. The people that dont aren’t even in the same league, or dont even produce work that’s worth enhancing.
There’s no pride in being a natural. That pride is mediocrity wrapped up in a cozy blanket of cope. Whatever your domain is, grab it by the fucking throat. Your mission? March towards it relentlessly and obsessively.
If you want to perform at your highest level, be prepared to use every single edge you can find, because that is exactly what your competition will be doing.