I entered that crowded place. The smell of chalk, the weights clinging. There was a war taking place inside me.
Everyone looked at me, as they knew what I was for that day. Skinny kids, ha, I always give them the dirty look, scared they run away.
I am no longer a human being, I am an animal, a machine. Machine part animal.
I approach the squat rack. Some stupid guy is squatting 135 higher than my piss in the air. So I stand right in front and give him THE LOOK.
He inmediatly racks and goes away to do some useless shit, like egg extensions or some shit.
Anyway, I chalk my hands and back. Gettin' ready fo' the kill. Oh yeah. I begin to load the bar, mumbling to myself, cursing... They all look at me like if I was insane or something. Cunts! WEAKS! Thats what they are.
Begin working up. Everyone is looking in awe as I load, after a thorough warmup, the kickass working set. I shout. FUCK, SHIT, PISS. They all look at me in awe. They know well what I0m in for. I know well what Im in for.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 GOD. The pump just fliushed RIGHT into my QUADS. Everything, and I mean, EVERyTHING is on fire.
I do 15 reps. I collapse. I curse some more. Shout at my leg but they just don't respond.
That my friends is real training.