The Stair Master

For my gym go-ers, I’m sure y’all know this lovely machine…THE STAIRMASTER/

Ladies use it for the booty growth and dudes use it to make themselves all sweaty n shit. 10/10 most POPULAR cardio machine in the whole damn gym, half the time there isn’t even a machine left to use.

Alissa, why the fuck are you writing about the damn stairmaster… where the fuck is the sex stories and relationship advice that you give to everyone but don’t take for yourself?

Well… since youre askinggggg…

Like everything else in my life, the stairmaster has a deeper meaning for me. For some odd reason, I tend to look at everything a level deeper than it really is. 

So quick lil background story on this lovely machine. 

I have been going to the gym pretty consistently for the past three years. SO that means that I have been passing by this machine almost every single day for the past 1095 days of my life. 

So. 
The.
Fuck.
What.
Alissa.

Slowest article ever SORRY… I am getting to my point soon. Bare with me okayyyy?

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So up until about two months ago, I wouldn’t even get NEAR that damn machine. Looking at it was literally more horrifying to me than the forth Paranormal Activity movie. 

I don’t know why.. But this machine was literally the most TERRIFYING thing to me. I swore to myself that I would never step foot on it because of the fear of falling over (because I really truly am the most clumsy person on the damn planet) and possibly die in front of all 178 of my gym crushes. 

Absolutely. NOT. 

So half the time I was either on the old lady elliptical, or in the mirror room doing some Zumba (again… with the old ladies). 

Until one day, I had the most killer workout (pretty sure it was a leg day… no surprise), and I looked at the stairmaster and I was like… Nah, fuck it. I’m doing it. 

So my little ass climbed up on there, literally shaking like a nervous puppy, and started her up. 
I lasted a total of 5 minutes on resistance 1. 

Pu$$y sh!t, I know. And the even BETTER part is that I swore LITERALLY swore that I would never do that shit again. 
Until the next week, I got another spur of courage and I tried one more time. 
Then the next day…Again. 
The day after that… Again.

And eventually by the end of the first month I was lasting 20 minutes on the damn stair master. 
And here I am… two months in… 30 minutes on 12 resistance. 

wHo iS sHe?

What the fuck does this have to do with literally anything though?

One word. 

Proof. 

This little detail alone is enough to motivate me in literally everything in my life. It’s fucking proof that I am capable of doing absolutely anything I want. 
I can tell my body to do certain things, and it will do those things.
I can tell my mind to think certain things, and it will think those things.
I can tell myself to be certain things, and I will be those things.

Whether it is something as small as going up 10 pounds in a squat, or getting my real estate license… I realized with this little mini achievement, that I am simply capable of doing, being, acting, thinking, and CREATING whatever the hell I want. 

Let me tell you… life gets a lot more interesting when you realize this. 

They always tell you in school “You can do anything you want!” “The world is your oyster!” “The possibilities are endless.” 

It’s crazy how they tell you this shit over and over again but it never actually registers until you find out for yourself.

You can LITERALLY do whatever the fuck you want. 

Wanna move? Move.
Wanna start a business? Start it.
Wanna quit your job and travel the fucking world? Do it. 

The only thing standing in your way is YOU. 
Your brain. Your goals. Your aspirations.
They are all attainable once you get out of that little box you call your brain. The world literally lights up with possibilities and ideas. 

That’s the best part about living and being here.. You can do anything! 

Now, I know it sounds a lot like preaching, but this is seriously all the thoughts that ran through my head when I was on that stairmaster after being DEATHLY afraid of it before. I really realized that no matter what… the only obstacle standing in my way was MY DAMN SELF. 

Once you realize that.. You can LITERALLY do anything. 
A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

Sounds cheesy as fuck, but like… hey man… The world is yours.