Fuck, does all that shit taste bad. The zinc, which I mixed with water in a bottle, tastes metallic, the liver tastes grimy and the eggshells feel like sand. 

Day 14 of weightlifting, I can deadlift about 200 pounds, curl 80 pounds, bench 120, and squat 180 pounds. I can do 10 minutes straight of cardio, 10 pullups, and 30 pushups in a row. I am now 5’10”, 163 pounds, and 12% body fat.

Feeling pretty proud of myself, I thought to myself: It’s time.

I walked to the same set of delinquents and this time-

“You, let’s fight!” As I put in a mouthguard.

“Huh? You agai-”

I tackled him before he could finish. 

I punched him once in the face before the other guys could gang up on me.

I rolled his body on top of me for protection. Wiggling my way from under, I broke into a full-blown sprint out of there. I already know I can’t beat up 5 people at once, fuck I’m not stupid ok!

I ran for about 8 minutes straight in a sprint, before I lost sight of them.

I was on my knees gasping for breath. But a smile still hung on my face.

I beat him, I won. Ahhhh, it feels great. But, I am still inexperienced. I can’t just go punching random people on the streets, furthermore, I lack actual skill.

I need to join a martial arts gym. As to which, I need to think about it more.

But I need more experience, I wanna win more.

For now, I’ll just go back home and get some sleep. Tomorrow’s the first day of high school after all.