I have some situations in life that I have absolutely no control of it and it really pisses me off. One situation involves this woman I know at my gym. At one point we were friendly because we worked by each other and would always run into each other. My ex-fiance and I even went out to dinner with her and her husband a few years back. But one day this spring I caught her cheating on her husband. I had noticed she was spending a lot of time at the gym talking to a guy that was not her husband. One day I was walking down the street and I literally ran into her and this other guy. She begged me not to tell anyone. I didn't but I was disgusted nevertheless.

I have refused to talk to her under any circumstance since but she has been openly flaunting her affair at my gym the past few months. It makes me want to ****ing puke. My blood boils and I seeth with anger. If it were up to me, I would take pictures of her with this guy and send them to her husband. But I have been advised not to do so. So instead, at the gym I have found an outlet for my intense anger.

First thing I do when I get to the gym is mix White Flood powder into maybe 5oz's of water and slam it. It doesn't take long before the WF kicks in and a tidal wave of energy hits me. My heart starts beating faster and I start to pace around hell-bent on crushing the weights. The next thing I do is put on Earth Crisis's "Destroy the Machines." If you have never heard Earth Crisis, that album is more brutal than anything I've ever heard. Being sober, listening to them furiously whip Straight Edge East Coast Hardcore pops the veins out of my neck. It's just so ****ing brutal. At this point, I am so amped up I grab my workout towel from the main room and look up. One last glimpse of this disgusting cheating bitch on the stairmaster next to her scumbag on-the-side hookup. Bile in my stomach rises up and I make a bee-line for the almighty bench press. The screaming from my ipod blasts as I stack the 45's up. 1. 2. 3. 4.

My heart is beating out of my chest. I'm livid and seething with hatred. The screaming from my iPod rattles my ears and all I can do to block out my rage is lay down on the bench and throw that **** up. When I leave the gym I feel relieved knowing I channel my aggression into healthier outlets today. And I look forward to doing the same exact thing the next day all over again....