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People ask me all the time,
“Goggins, why were you sprinting barefoot through a pile of broken Smirnoff bottles behind a Waffle House at 3 AM?”

And I tell them:
Because life don’t come with shoes, motherfucker.

Let me take you back.
2007. It was cold. Real cold.
Mentally cold.
I hadn’t felt my emotions in 19 years because I killed them in a 40-mile soul march through a cornfield while listening to whale noises and screaming at my inner bitch.

So I made a choice.
I went outside, found a bar fight aftermath, and thought:
“This looks like a goddamn opportunity.”

I didn’t walk around the glass. I didn’t sweep it up.
I stared at it. It stared back.
Then I screamed “STAY HARD” so loud three car alarms went off,
and I ran.

I ran through that glass like my childhood trauma owed me money.
Every step was pain. Every shard was a love letter from Hell.
Blood? Everywhere.
But pain is just weakness leaving the foot.
And tetanus is a mindset.

Halfway through, a man yelled,
“Sir, you need help!”
I said:
“I don’t need help. I need accountability. And a mop.”

⸻

When I finished, I looked like a human meatball.
But I smiled.
Because that’s how you become uncommon among uncommon people among bleeding, unshod lunatics.

⸻

People avoid pain.
I eat pain for breakfast and floss with regret.

So next time you complain about stubbing your toe or stepping on a LEGO—
Remember:
I ran a half-marathon through a recycling center and came out stronger, angrier, and 2 quarts low on blood.

STAY HARD.