Between clients and my fridge is the only thing in this apartment that isn't betraying me right now. You got any tricks for surviving this heat?
Between clients and my fridge is the only thing in this apartment that isn't betraying me right now. You got any tricks for surviving this heat?
Six weeks out and my body's so stripped down it makes me want to kneel for someone who knows what to do with all this discipline. You want to take control?
Six weeks out and I gave myself exactly one hour by the pool before prep guilt kicked in — but the sun on all this hard work feels better than any cheat meal ever could. Think I'm ready for Vegas?
Took the truck out one last time before prep eats every weekend I have left — the Olympia schedule just dropped and suddenly seven weeks feels like nothing. You ever give up something you love for something you want more?
Everyone's asleep and I'm out here wired like I just mainlined three espressos — prep does this thing where my body gets so lean that everything hits harder, even the air on my skin. You the type who stays up late?
Friday morning and my kitchen counter looks like a lab — every gram weighed, every container labeled, because Vegas is seven weeks away and the stage doesn't do compromises. What's the one thing you'd have the hardest time giving up for a dream?
Deep in prep and my body's running so hot after tonight's session that I had to take matters into my own hands. You want to see how I cool down?
The AC gave up about an hour ago and I stopped fighting the sheets after that. Some nights the heat just wins — and honestly I don't mind losing this one. You want to come keep me company?
The pose that wins on stage is the one I've held a thousand times alone in here until everything shakes. You want to watch me earn it?
Seven weeks out and my body's doing that thing where it's exhausted and electric at the same time — I can't decide if I want someone to worship it or wreck it right now.