Open up the gates of hell. Let whatever rises out assume control. Get ready for battle, your sword had better be sharp, because it’s too late to do anything now. For the next 60 seconds stop pretending your life is okay. It’s shit. All that shit is sitting on the bar, held in by a collar on either side. All your problems, all your pain and misery manifested in a few hundred pounds of iron. It sits there on the hooks, cocky, waiting for you to step to it. It wants to crush you. It wants to see you yield. It wants to make you it’s bitch. As it stares at you, stare back at it. Give it that look, you know the the one, the one that calmly, but firmly states “I’m no one’s bitch.” Breathe heavy, get your heart rate up, let demons stir the fear, anger and adrenaline together. You need everything you can get. Know that this is everything, these next 30 seconds are are everything, its do or die, rise or fall, put life’s head on a stick for all to see or become it’s slave for the rest of your days. Charge your enemy, attack it, drive your hands into it one at a time, shove it into your back, take a deep breath and go to war.