I bounce back and forth between training in an athletic gym that I train at and my university gym that has stuff my athletic gym doesn’t have.
At my athletic gym, I love being seen as one of the guys. Everyone is cool with everyone, we all train hard, joke around, spot each other, and share stories. It’s great. Then I get to shift gears and help others get stronger and bigger and leaner. It’s an amazing feeling guiding someone through fat loss, especially when they’ve tried so many times unsuccessfully before they met me. I love the 4 different types of foam rollers, and the Prowler, and every barbell known to man.
As for my Uni gym, I love being “that guy that deadlifts” and “that crazy fucker that does 20RM squats every week.” I love how the football players come to me and ask for nutrition and training advice. I love how all the college girls my age either work out in tiny shorts or very tight pants. I love that I’m usually the only one working up a serious sweat.
I love how the old whore downstairs from the weight room always bitches at me when I do rack pulls. I love seeing the Paralympic team, who are all missing limbs in some manner, giving it way more effort than the non-amputee students.
But most of all, no matter where I am or what day it is, I love challenging the iron and testing my own mortality every day. There’s no greater stress reliever than the weights. When you get used to pushing some heavy ass iron, everything else in life seems a lot easier. I’ll be lifting until the day I die. [/quote]
well said sir.
DLing 405+ in my uni gym and getting crazy looks was great.
seeing “that girl” in the uni gym with the makeup and pink shorts and sports bra with the playboy bunny tattoo on her lower back was better.
getting snatch and clean & jerk advice from a lifter who had done olympic lifts for 20+ years in my uni gym was even better.
but seeing the guy who has to be “at least” 80 years old doing lat pulldowns and other exercises at my local gym was the best. i hope i have the fortitude and pride to go pump iron when my muscles are as atrophied as his are.
iron for life!