I Remind Myself Daily
I came home every day on the bus from school to our trailer we lived in just dreaming of making that come up, pursuing my dream & changing my situation. When you’re a kid, you don’t know exactly what that means, but I knew that I wanted something grander for myself. For some reason I had a chip on my shoulder, and I wanted to show everyone it was possible to do exactly what I wanted to do. I wasn’t mad at my mom, dad or really anyone else. I’m honestly not sure who I was upset with, but I had a rage inside of me that needed to come out with hopes that I could keep it positive.
That’s when I decided I needed to work on hitting the heavy bag and lifting weights until I felt better daily. I’m completely aware that the angry 14-16 year old Cory could have easily gone either way in life. My mom was always working, so I had a lot of freedom to do whatever I wanted and could have gotten into way more trouble than I did as a kid. Instead, I thank God that I chose to put my energy and focus not only into sports, but into making myself a stronger, better version of me.
I taught myself some of the basics on boxing, and with my grandpa’s lead, I learned how to lift weights. To go along with this, I was reading anything I could get my hands on that was Arnold-related. I vividly remember how I felt during this time, and those same emotions rushed back as I pulled up in the driveway of where the old trailer sat. I truly wanted something different, and I was willing to do whatever it took. It didn’t matter how many hours that I needed to stack lumber or work underground as a miner. All I wanted was a shot to leave and live my dream, to forge ahead to change the future generations of Gregory’s.
I tell this story all the time, and I want to make it clear that I was not abused, I didn’t starve, and I wasn’t neglected. I was loved and cared for, and the way my Mom got us by was simply amazing. The rent of our trailer was $100-150 per month, and my mom was always busting her ass as a waitress to make ends meat. I would get off the bus each day and couldn’t wait to lift in my neighbor’s basement for hours, dreaming of the physique I always wanted to achieve. I daydreamed about owning a gym and being a famous bodybuilder (or something along those lines). Between sets I just kept telling myself that I was meant for great things, and everyone from here will know me one day.
I was almost afraid to tell people because it sounded like total nonsense. However, I convinced myself that I was the guy: I was going to be the first to come out of here and do the things I said I was going to do. I remember this every day, and I have gratitude when I come home from the gym to my wonderful family. We are completely blessed. I have true gratitude for everyone that has supported me along the way, and for that I thank you. This guy does not take anything for granted because this is how it started, and I will never forget that. In fact, it’s the opposite: I remind myself daily.