Hey man, remember when you watched Rocky for the first time? Or that scene in Fight Club when they talked about hitting rock bottom and finding something real? (“You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis.”). Remember how pumped you felt back then like you could take on the world? You weren’t just watching those movies—you were feeling them. They made you believe you could be stronger, faster, and sharper. You’d sit there, fists clenched, and you could almost see yourself running up that hill, punching it out, pushing harder than you ever thought you could.

And now, here we are. Older. A little heavier, a little slower. You’ve got responsibilities and routines, bills, and maybe some kids who look up to you even on days when you don’t feel worth looking up to. The body’s not what it was. Maybe it’s even harder to look in the mirror without feeling like you’re letting yourself down. The man you saw yourself becoming back then—the one with that fire, that drive—feels like a stranger sometimes.

But listen. That guy is still in you. He’s still there. That spark, the one that drove you back then, is just buried. Life might have dimmed it, sure, but it didn’t put it out. And maybe, just maybe, you’re reading this right now because it’s time to bring him back.

Yeah, you’re tired. Life has done a number on you. But so what? Rocky wasn’t about winning; it was about showing up. Fight Club was about waking up. And this is your wake-up call. Not because you need to look a certain way or hit a certain number on the scale, but because you deserve to feel alive again. Your family deserves to see you strong, driven, present—not just getting through the day but owning it.

So start today. Not next week, not after some holiday or deadline. Today. It doesn’t have to be perfect; it doesn’t even have to be pretty. Just show up, the way those guys showed up for every fight, every setback. Take that first step, whatever it is. A walk around the block, some push-ups, cutting out the junk. Get out there and fight for yourself. Because deep down, you know damn well you’re worth it.