As men, we should be working to be and become the absolute best we can for those we are blessed to serve. What are your daily non-negotiables that require discipline? Where have you fallen short? What are you doing differently to eliminate those short falls?

One of the most fulfilling ways to spend your life is to live your passion, every day and be compensated for it. The saying "If you love what you're doing, you'll never 'work' a day in your life!" is true. No matter what's going on in my day, walking into the gym, seeing those who showed up to eradicate their weakness waiting for instructions makes my day better. Helping people become bigger, stronger and faster has been a passion of mine since I used myself as a lab rat in my teenage years, trying to get better at football. But that's not how, or why, I chose the path of becoming a trainer/gym owner. Rather, it was born out of a desperation to get my best friend back, then morphed from there into using training to facilitate change. "THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN ME!" When I was a junior in high school, one of my best friends was a guy named Willie Hyatt. I was a football player, and Willie was a tennis player. He was nationally ranked and had a bright future ahead of him. Not only that, but he was also a stud! ALL the hottest girls in the school were on this dude's sack! It was quite impressive to see. He could also fight! Back then, it was quite common to have a clash of different cliques. Willie and I were part of the weed smoking athlete crew. We went back-to-back in several squabbles. He always held the line. One night, Willie came by my house to pick me up to go hang out with some girls in San Antonio. On any other occasion, I would have jumped at the chance to go! The girls he was meeting were absolutely gorgeous! Success was all but guaranteed! But I had spent the entire night before hanging out til 5 a.m., blue balling myself into oblivion before having to go to work. I had just gotten home and was ready to shut it down! It was the only time I said "NO!" to kicking up dust with him... The next day, I called him to see how it went. The answering machine picked up, so I left a message and went on about my business. I called again that night, same thing. I left a message and started thinking "That's weird! Willie's mom is ALWAYS home...." I shook it off and carried on.