This is now


Alright, comrade of the iron and sweat! Buckle up, because this is a ride on the most high-octane roller coaster life’s got—the one that barrels down between your own potential and that sneaky son-of-a-gun called entropy.

Election’s over. Half of you are celebrating, and the other half? Nursing a cocktail of rage and disappointment. I get it.

...But here’s the brutal truth, my friend: the world keeps spinning.

This isn’t about politics, anyway; I save that insanity for face-to-face conversation over a tall, dark stout beers.

If you want the political lowdown, track me down, buy me that beer, and we’ll rip into it. Otherwise, let’s get down to the real fight—the battle for your own fitness goals!

You’re either closing in on your goals or watching them fade into the horizon like a mirage.

There’s no neutral ground, no “pause button” in this chaos we call life.

The universe doesn’t give one single hoot about your political affiliations, or your excuses.

Entropy, that gnashing, insatiable beast, is clawing its way toward every single one of us. So unless you’re ready to roll over - which I know you are not - now’s the time to charge forward with everything you’ve got!

Now, to really hammer this home, here are some words of fire from the titans of positivity-through-power: Hatebreed. Yeah, despite the name, they get it—raw, unfiltered, and straight to the gut.

“This is now (now)
How can I change tomorrow if I can’t change today?
This is now (now)
If I control myself, I control my destiny.”

You’ve got the wheel, you’re steering this vessel of flesh and bone for better or worse.

Every day is the ring, and you’re the fighter. What happens next is in your hands. So go out, put in the work, no fluff, no fancy formulas—just applied knowledge with violent consistency.

Much love,

Dr. Mike

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Mike T Nelson CISSN, CSCS, MSME, PhD
Associate Professor, Carrick Institute
Owner, Extreme Human Performance, LLC
Editorial Board Member, STRONG Fitness Mag

Mike T Nelson is a PhD and not a physician or registered dietitian. The contents of this email should not be taken as medical advice. It is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any health problem - nor is it intended to replace the advice of a physician. Always consult your physician or qualified health professional on any matters regarding your health.

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Dr Mike T Nelson

Creator of the Flex Diet Cert & Phys Flex Cert, CSCS, CISSN, Assoc Professor, kiteboarder, lifter of odd objects, metal music lover. >>>>Sign up to my daily FREE Fitness Insider newsletter below

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