I was thirteen years old and motivated. I’d just watched Rocky Balboa train in Siberia and take out the steroid-infused monster that was Ivan Drago. I was able to convince my parents to get a weight set and I was getting ready to be a muscle man. I even worked out a few times. Then the training stopped because, well, I didn’t feel like it. Even hearing "Eye of the Tiger" on repeat couldn’t get me feeling it.
