For every single day of the past month that I’ve busted my ass in the gym, it’s been for one reason and one reason alone, to go shirtless at Summer Cookout.

More specifically, I’ve been busting my ass at the gym for months so that 20 woman shall fall to my left and 100 to my right hand side when I take off my shirt standing on the stage side speakers at Summer Cookout.

This vision was so clear in my mind, too clear. Nothing was gonna stop me from stealing hearts armed with nothing more than a complete six pack glistening where my potbelly used to be.

Something did though… some things. I hate these bigger, stronger, more muscular gym bros that won’t stay their asses in iFitness.