The weird shit is I can’t throw some shirts away.

I wore this shirt probably 2x a week for 2-3 years in the gym.  

Did most of my sparring in it.

Literally pushed past physical and mental limits in this.  Bled and sweat in it.  Broke myself down so heavily.

So half of me sees an old shirt that smells like 4 homeless dudes ran a marathon in it.

But the other half feels those years of red lining it.

Inspires me.