FireMike

Today i entered the gym ready to rage a complete war against my quads and hams. I put the headphones on, pulled my hoodie up and got pissed at the world. It wasn’t until I was leg pressing that I even noticed there were other people in the gym, and their eyes were glued on me as I was getting burried into my starting position on a vertical leg press machine. I paid no attention to them, I was focused on the task I had set for myself to accomplish. I was on my 14th set in my quad workout and I was gonna rep this damm apparatus 12 times, no excuses no failure was exceptable. I went at it reps 1 thru 6 were easy, reps 7 thru 10 whooped my ass… I was locked out, holding the weight bc I told myself 12 reps, no excuses no failure. I burried 11, knees touching my chest and back up. I felt like I was gonna puke, I could see I was as white as a ghost, I was dizzy. 1 more to go, burried it again and began the slow climb up, pain…..that wonderful feeling running thru my legs as they trembled. I got it up, locked it in place and rolled out. I couldn’t stand, I could see straight, I just laid there dead to the world. The owner of the gym lended me a hand to get up, his look…shear amazement. He began unloading the plates for me as I sat on a bench w my face in my hands, allowing myself to feel what I had inflicted on myself. It was great feeling, 1080lbs for 12 reps after some serious sets of front squats and bb lunges have already depleated you of everything you had. Achieving what you had told yourself you were gonna do, nothing beats that. This is my mark and I leave it where ever and when ever I train.

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