Essay #1: Personal Literacy Narrative
It was finally time to head to gym class in the afternoon where we were instructed to take part of a physical test. This test would determine how fit or unfit we are based on a system that was implemented by those with greater authority, on which concluded that it was on such a scale society should be based on. So it was that afternoon that I preformed the tasks that were instructed on to me and my peers. I was able to completed them to my utmost potential which can be consider to be something not so distinctive. It was on this day that I was mocked by one my peers of my lack of ability to preform the instructed physical tasks, that was a no brainer to such a fit individual like himself. It was on that day I self reflected on the individual that I was and the life I was living. I question myself what was I lacking? What set me parts from that specific individuals? How was I so different from him?
After having a self-reflection of myself I realized that I wanted to be distinctive, I wanted to reconstruct the way I was living. I was tired of just the same repetitive schedule that I followed in high school. I would get up at six twenty in the morning which was the perfectly set time that I determined was necessary to complete my morning routine. I would then head to school which I went through the same repetitive schedule as the previous day. Then I would travel back home consume whatever was prepared by my mother, play some videogames for hours then tend to my my homework and finally head to bed to repeat another average day. It was until one day one of my friend invited me to go to the gym with him. He took me to the gym which was not too far away from my school and lead me to the ...
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...e attained on my journey. Without resting you are giving your body no means of recovering and diminishing it ability to grow and become better than before. Sleep is basically necessary to build more muscle. Without sleep it is substantially difficult to obtain muscle growth in a short period of time.
With all this vast knowledge I have attain I am exceedingly that I was able to discover such a lifestyle known as bodybuilding. I have become a totally different person than before and live a happier stress free life. I feel alive and ecstatic there no other words in which I could describe how I feel but the word happy. I live a certain way I act a certain way and I follow a certain path which has brought me nothing buy happiness. My life was like an meaningless empty vessel that was filled with an array of knowledge that changed my life forever which gave it purpose.
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