From the Brickyard | Subject: I show no mercy when it comes to lint
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Yes, I’m fighting weakness.
But I’m also in an all-out battle with lint.
That’s right.
You ever see a grown man pause his pre-workout ritual to attack a hoodie with a lint roller like it owed him money?
If you caught me at the right time you would.
It’s not a joke.
It’s not an accident.
It’s a discipline.
See, to me, lint isn’t just fuzz.
It’s chaos in cotton form.
It’s entropy clinging to your gains.
It’s a symbol—of sloppiness, of surrender, of disorder.
And that doesn’t fly in the Musclebuilder Code.
The Ritual
Before a lift.
Before a date.
Before a hike.
Before a grocery run.
Lint. Must. Die.
Travel roller? Check.
Backup roller? Check.
Heavy-duty ergonomic high-adhesion industrial-grade roller of death? You better believe it.
Why It Matters
Some guys think it’s silly.
But those are the same guys who skip leg day and show up late.
To me, it’s simple:
“If I can’t keep my shirt clean, how the hell am I supposed to keep my life clean?”
Order. Precision. Presentation.
Not for vanity—but for mission readiness.
Lint Rolling as a Lifestyle
- At the gym? Roll it.
- On the trail? Roll it.
- On a date? Double pass that chest, brother.
It’s not about the lint.
It’s about who you are when no one’s watching.
It’s a lifestyle.
Final Word
Don’t let the little things slide.
Because the little things? They snowball.
Discipline in the micro = dominance in the macro.
So yeah—roll like a beast.
And show the lint who’s boss.
Brick by brick.
-Brickwall