His name gets called, and he walks to the platform. He rubs the chalk on his hands as everything goes silent. He doesn’t remember the walk to the rack. He grabs the bar as he has done countless times before. His eyes are open but he sees nothing.
He unracks the weight. His legs can feel the strain of the overbearing weight on his shoulders. And like the calm before the storm, there is nothing. It is just him and the bar.
It feels like eternity and all of a sudden the judge screams, “SQUAT!” And in that instant, his eyes light up with the fire from hell. RAGE fills his body. His heart is ripping at his chest. His brain is focused on one thing and one thing only, to not be crushed by this insurmountable weight.
Failure, is not an option. His entire body feels an enormous amount of stress. His legs are bursting. His abs and back are begging for something to push against to make this easier. They find nothing. Not even a belt. It is entirely up to him and his skill. This is nothing new, but somehow different from all the times before.
He begins to stand, and as he stands the lights begin to fade once again. He hears the “Rack” call and suddenly all of his senses return. What had just happened? Did he make it? Is he still here? And then the calm. 3 white lights. Cries of victory and cheer fill the small room. He is dazed and confused. But in the end, all that matters still remains….
He lives to lift another day.
September 18, 2009 |
Filed under: Lifestyle,Random Awesomeness |
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WARNING TO ALL: Lots of F-bombs in this post!
WARNING TO GUYS: Lots of half-naked doods in this post. FTL.
Ok. I’ve been meaning to write something like this for some time now. I don’t know specifically what lit the fire under my ass to actually do it, but I am all fired up and ready to lose a couple of female friends over this. Most of you are NOT going to like what you’re about to read. The truth hurts some times. Suck it up! “You can’t be a pussy your whole life!” goes for YOU as well!
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September 16, 2009 |
Filed under: Training |
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Sometimes I feel bad that I don’t give you, my people, more workout advice. Then, of course, there’s times when I just dont’ give a fuck. However, now is one of the times when I do feel badly, but to be more brutally honest, I’m only sharing this because I had to write myself a new routine based on my upcoming goals after my powerlifting competition next weekend (9/19/09).
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September 13, 2009 |
Filed under: Lifestyle,Training |
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A LOT of people really don’t understand my infatuation with hardcore gyms. When I pitch them the idea of a small, hot, sweaty, loud music, ammonia smelling gym, they krinkle up their noses and turn their head sideways like a confused dog. “Bu..but…why,” they ask. “My locker room has a flat screen, I never have to wait for a machine, and there’s more tail running around than I can shake my weiner at.” Well, those are 3 very good reasons why I HATE commercial gyms. Not that I don’t like looking at attractive women sweating and working their ass off (or trying to grow one), but as we all know, I go to the gym for results, not to find a date.
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September 8, 2009 |
Filed under: The Journey |
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