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June 1980, Basic Training; Army, in a sand box called Ft Dix, NJ. The guy across my bunk in the 8-man room; black guy from Georgia named Wayne, me a blue-eyed white guy, a “yank!” Wayne was thick and muscular a bit shorter but with hands like catcher mits! He tested me, got on my nerves to see what I was made of. We slap-boxed often and when he connected his catcher-mit hands would wrack my head in each swoop but I liked him. He was a formidable opponent and gradually, became a trusted friend, even talked me down from a court marshal; I respected him. One day he said, “Ya know, ______, I’ve been studying you, and you’re a cold dude!” I replied, “What do you mean Wayne, I’m a friendly and outgoing guy!” He said, “Yeah I know, ______, but you’re cold inside, you get along well enough, but behind those blue eyes you’re as cold as ice. From now on, I’m gonna call you the “Ice Man!” So there it was and there it is. Add 40 years 3 kids several careers world travels and 125 pounds; now I’m 60. Sore joints, injuries that won’t heal, fading future and wondering how I’ll make it another 30 years. Spent some time driving skier bus, then started driving a beach bus but couldn’t see this sedentary workstyle challenging the greater man, the man burning inside for one more run; just not ready for the bench. Put me in, Coach! Then out of the blue a window opened, a challenge like Wayne, challenging me by the offer but repelling me at the work and effort required. The golden ring beckoned and I went for it. I took a job driving an ice truck with my CDL. Pays 3x more than the bus, but better still, I lift swivel and move between 4000-5500 lbs of ice per day. Everything aches but I sleep like a rock. After 8 10hour days straight I lost 2 inches on my waist and my sore muscles are calling for sustenance so I looked around the kitchen and had just the cocktail; test, dhb/tren/combo, durabolan, primo e, etc etc. Ankles feet and hands killing me, body so sore I forget the day but drag on and on. If I can survive 3 months my life will change forever, hell or highwater, this is the tide, this summer solstace new moon in Cancer, growth is here, sieze it, work through the pain and embrace that threshold. Just imagine lifting/moving 5000 lbs of ice 6 days a week for 3 months? That will be close to 400,000 pounds; talk about Volume Training!! I’ll be 61 next month; I’m pushing through; going for broke! This is the Full Monte, now is the time, now is the way for the chill to rise. It’s been 40 years and the moment for fulfillment is here; the Ice Man Cometh!
