I don’t have food in the mornings. I don’t like the idea of breakfast. Wake up from sleep with instantly available food that you didn’t have to hunt and kill. Breakfast breeds arrogance and laziness. I will not eat until work has been done. Instead, I start my day with hunger and memories. My path to the top wasn’t a straight line. There have been bumps in the road. Tears, Blood. I sit and remember the worst times of my life. The pain and the heartache. Some mornings, if I really try, I can almost cry. . .