MOMENT IN TIME

He was good.

He was really good.

At this MOMENT IN TIME he could do just about anything physically; and he could do it well. He was one hell of an athlete you might say.

His twenty fifth birthday had just passed and he felt like an animal. He could wrestle, box, lift weights, sprint, eat whatever he liked to a certain degree…

And then he could wake up and do all of that again in a single day.