I literally spent an entire year working out 3 hours per day every single day on a workout program designed to spit out recruits with navy seal level fitness. I neglected my friendships, and everything else in my life woth the sole purpose of coming out a certified tactical fitness bad ass so when I went to the fire academy I could ace it top of my class and start fighting fires. And what made it worth it was using the body I forged for this job through thousands of hours of training and 2 years of dedication specifically to pick up chick’s using a big red truck, and I’m not talking about the fire truck, no I’m talking about a classic, the Ford f-250 that i step out of looking like a God damn God in my fire fighting shirt, pants and boots, it makes panties drop like they are God damn hot, luckily I am always there to put out THAT fire because that’s what I God damn do.