Alright folks, so I got obsessed with that Mike Tyson pre-fight training vibe after watching old clips. Decided to try his methods myself for 30 days. Started with pure misery. Woke up at 4am sharp like Iron Mike supposedly did. Pitch black outside, my alarm screaming – felt like getting punched already.
The Insane Routine Begins
First week nearly broke me:
- Ran 3 miles daily in army boots (found cheap ones at surplus store). Felt like dragging cement blocks through mud. Legs burned for hours after.
- Did 500 pushups split into sets all damn day. Kitchen counter? Pushups. Waiting for coffee? Pushups. Showered with my arms shaking like jellyfish.
- Skipped rope til my lungs gave out. Couldn’t last 90 seconds without tripping first few days. That rope slapped my ankles raw.
Couldn’t stomach Tyson’s rumored all-water fasts though. Tried one day – nearly chewed my desk by noon. Switched to egg whites and spinach instead.
Turning Point Week
Around day 10, something clicked:
- Morning runs stopped feeling like death. Started noticing birds chirping instead of just gasping for air.
- Added neck bridges on a yoga mat (saw this in Tyson’s footage). First attempt ended with me stuck like a turtle. Figured out slow rolls.
- Shadowboxing sessions got aggressive. Pretended my curtains were opponents. May have accidentally knocked over a lamp.
Started mirroring his “peak at dawn” thing. Would stand on my porch shirtless at 5am watching sunrise like a weirdo. Neighbors definitely think I’m nuts.
The Raw Payoff
After 30 days:
- Endurance skyrocketed. Chased my runaway trash can downhill without panting last Tuesday. Small victories.
- Punched heavier on the bag without “arming” it. Whole body coils now when I swing.
- Mental grit changed most. That 4am alarm? Jumps me awake now like cold water to face.
Truth? Ain’t becoming champ with this. But stealing pieces of Tyson’s crazy discipline? Yeah – that sticks. Just threw my comfy sneakers in the donation bin. Boots stay.
