FireMike

Thursday Feb 8, 2008 its 0430hrs I wake up and can feel a cold draft thru the bedroom window. The wind is whirling, its the type of morning you don’t wanna get out of bed to do anything, just want to lay there and be a slug. Not me, I get up, get dressed and head home to prepare my first meal of the day, 2 cups whole oats, 6 egg whites, 2 whole eggs…. an hour and half later a whole grapefruit. Im entering my mind set, visualizing the session, preparing myself for the pain and suffering Im gonna deliver upon myself on this cold morning. 0830hrs I ARRIVE. Walking thru the doors I am ready for it, I can already feel the burn running thru my quads, obviously its LEG DAY. My training for the day arrives moments after me, you can see and smell the fear radiating from him. He feels the intensity in my hand shake, see’s it in my eyes, and smell’s it radiating from my body. The past few workouts have been very strong, moving bigger weight than I have since beginning my comp dieting, and today I wouldn’t except anything less.

 The First Shot is Fired: a nice painfully slow concetrated set of leg extension to get the circulation in the wheels moving. Im focused on feeling every rep but in the back of my head im visualizing the real work ahead.

 The Offensive: Finally its time to attack, we had to the squat rack. First a nice easy assault of 135 and 225… my partner thinks were moving onto our third set, but he’s wrong this isn’t sh it, its just another warm up. 315 move it deep for 10, 365 another deep 10, 405 a deep 8… with each negative my quads quiver, each positive the pain slowly aleviates, its a pure euphoric feeling coming out of the hole.

 Here comes the ground attack: we move to the smith machine, my partner very confused somewhat because he’s light headed and already wants to vomit, but its not time for that yet. Verticle leg press’s… not all do them, but those who do swear by them. We begin the raid 225 for 10 hitting the knees on the pecs each rep, 315, 405, 495… these are nothing like a leg press machine, the pain is running thru the entire length of the quads, all heads. Keep going, 585, and finally a gut wrenching, make you wanna cry for your mommy set of 655 bury it for 8 reps. I can’t stand up, I grab the bar and pull myself up only to fall as I put the weight of my body back on my legs… "are we done now?" my partner asks, I just shake my head no, I dont wanna speak for fear I may projectile vomit in his face.

Were closing in: I point to the target, the Hack Squat. Not sure where to begin, what our legs can handle at this point we begin with 135. that ain’t a thing. 225 again nothing going deep, my ass almost hitting the stand with each rep, finally 315, it takes every ounce I have left in my body, I have to draw on my dark primitive side to complete the set, but I do it.

 The Victory Dance: last set for the quads, a heavy round of leg extensions… at this point anything would feel heavy but I can’t settle, is my competition settling? Are they pussing out bc it burns, I doubt it, so I can’t. 160, 185, 205 each set slow and controled for 8 reps, each time struggling to get up off the set to allow my partner to do his sets.

This was the quad part of leg day and yes I picked my ass up off the ground and moved on to hit the hams…but the battle had already been won, this was just cleaning up the bodies. Tomorrow a new war begins, the casualties…unknown, but the outcome? VICTORY

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