Andy Frisella

And it's going to sound stupid when I tell you the story, but I can remember exactly where I was, dude.

I had a buddy of mine.

His name was Ty.

He actually has passed away now.

It was a bad deal, but he passed away.

We were at a Cardinals game at Bush Stadium, and Ty was fucking always in really good shape, dude.

He was always in great shape.

And I always looked at Ty and I was like, dude, this guy's got the freakiest genetics ever.

It's so easy for him.

He just looks good all the time.

But yet every time I went to the gym, guess who was in the gym?

Oh, Ty was in the gym.

So I knew that he worked out and I knew that he worked hard, but I still told myself, oh, it's his genetics.

It's his genetics.

But it wasn't registering to me fully, right?

These are just things I was telling myself.

Ignorantly thinking.

Well, I was justifying my lack of dedication to that area of my life because I felt like if I could tell myself that story, it would make me feel better about myself.

And that's what everybody does.

But there was this one instance where