Warped Fireside Chats

Another night in a foreign town: The night was bleak at best, the traveler thought to himself as he completed 50 quick reps of low-pulley back rows on the Hotel’s Universal machine. He slowly faded off into deep forelonging. Forelonging that centered around his normal workout accomodations: His hardcore house of Pain. You know the one! The one that resembles some ancient torture room, straight out of Greek mythology. Strange, he continued thinking, how one could derive so much enjoyment from the induction of extreme pain and agony. He became increasingly motivated as he thought of the room: The one that promoted heavy breathing and the occassional, gutteral, strain-induced scream. The room that was definitively responsible for creating strange lumps over his entire body. Lumps, that to the dismay of some, he could contort, pump-up, make dance, move, and harden; all at any given time, and at will.

The Room which houses the Powertec Smith Machine built to withstand 700 tons of weight resistance (not really, but it’s pretty strong) and the two different Powertec pulley stations; the ones built to withstand at least 400 tons of resistance (also, not really, but it does add dramatic effect, yes?). Two knurl bars: One Olympic weight rated, the other standard plate rated (for the lighter days, ya know). One Full length jet black (very rare in these parts) Olympic straight bar: Yes my friends, the one that has moved surely, hundreds of thousands of pounds over the last two years since it’s purchase! Rubberized flooring throughout: The variety of flooring that replicates the smell of any gym atmosphere in the world. Four weight trees, over a thousand pounds of weights, Dumbell’s racked up to 110 pounds, a myriad of back attachments (for a myriad of back torture movements), mirrors all over (to some, a full-of-self addition, to the owner, a device for proper mechanics) and finally…..a Powertec four-way, multi-purpose bench: All combine to create an environment that causes the neighbor kids to cross the street screaming in fear when they pass in front of it. The same environment that has the other adults in the neighborhood (yes, the ones that could easily pass as doubles for Stay Puff marshmellow people), whispering in disapproval when the owner of this prehistoric muscle melding room walks by (God forbid, shirtless) with his German Sheppard (who is….yes, that’s right, naked). 

Snapping too, the traveler felt a sense of euphoria upon remembering the extreme irratation his muscular being somtimes ellicited from the more common folks. This knowledge, on some levels but not all inclusively, provided the motivation he was in need of to begin his final set of close grip pull downs on the Hotel’s Universal Machine.

Different town, different atmosphere, different workout, different equipment…..same motivation, same mechanics, same intensity, same goal……..Another successful workout!! Can I get an Amen?  

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