FireMike

Early morning sun, oh what a fraud this time of year. Nothing prepares me for the battle within more than phoney sunlight. Looks so warm and pleasant out the window, but step into it and you will be chilled to the bone, WTF. I strap my boots up, get my carbs and protein on board and grab my weapon to head off for war, it was chest day. The day I wreck the chains that bind ordinary men.

 And so it begins: call the troops, we need to climb the hill and take what is ours. It begins with incline BB press’s, what a movement. Not only do you build your shelf, but create on matched power throughout your entire chest. Now I hate when I see people half assing it, you don’t lower the bar half way to your chest, you touch the f*#&ing bar to your collorbone with each rep, thats inclines baby. I dont work up to some mind blowing weight to look like billy bad ass, f*#& that sh it, its about the rep, feeling it, becoming it, overcoming it.  135 easy, 155 just another warm up, 185 there we go feeling some burn by rep 12, 205 nice and controlled for 10, finally 215 god dam felt like 315 on a flat press today, but we overcame the battle.

 The praire: over the hill we climbed knocking those who stood in our way out of sight, as we marched down the hill, a beautifully dark praire. Pain is all that comes to mind at first sight. I lay down on the flat surfaces the enviroment has to offer, for its time to flat db press. Too many times people get wrapped up in what they bench, as I have many times before but not now, not today. I grab the 80’s to start, lower, hit level with chest and press…feel it, breath it, be it. 90’s again moved to perfection, feeling some pain in the chest by the end, but its not time to stop. 100’s keep moving it, fight for that 10th rep, F**# my chest burns, but gotta do one more set, why show up if your not gonna fight to perfection. I sit back down pick the weight up, bless the fall’s "guys like you make us look bad" blasting in my ears, im not gonna be one of those guys, useless muscle. Kick it up, BAM MOTHAF’ER, 1,2,3,4,5,6 all with ease, hit the wall on 7 but I push it, no fate but what I make, rep 8, shear screams of horror the pain the burn the pump. Lower it again a good negative and blast off, push it mike, push, dam it you weak sh it, get that weight up, I FAILED, THUD THUD THUD the weight hits the ground, the battle lost, but there is still the war to win.

 Punishment for failure: no water breaks, there not deserved, the battle wages on in defeat, a victory must be obtained at all costs. Grab the cables and start crossing, this isn’t a war of weight, but how much pain you can take. Deliver each rep with perfect execution and see what your made of in the end. One set after another, no sacrificing of form, keep it perfect so you look perfect. Your chest bloats up, feels like its gonna tear thru your skin, you see striations develop, WOW, I have striations. Battle won, war? Not by far

Here come the flyboys: even the ground n pound game isn’t enough to win all wars waged, sometimes you need the flyboys to come kick some for you. Incline it up for the cable flyes, oooooooooo….what a pump these deliver, kick into high gear now, you bodies running low on fuel but you gotta drive forward, did the men who fought in WWII stop because they hadn’t eaten in days, or haven’t showered in weeks? No, these were real men who stood in the hole and fought like there was no tomorrow, for them there may not be a tomorrow. We can not compare to these great americans but we can honor their spirit by fighting thru all obstacles to destroy everything negative in our ways. I do, I push and push and push, and when I can’t push anymore, well I call on these such men to give me the strength, to install a little of their mentality in me, so i too can become physically great as they were. 3 sets, the last one for 70lbs on each side, 12 reps non less would be tolerated.

The End: Here we are, at the end, with only one large enemy remaining. Some would shy away from such foe this late in the battle, not me. Flat BB Press, make that middle chest scream. Well it doesn’t end there, why dont we hold our legs up at a 45 degree angle and keep constant contraction on the abs throughout the movement, yeah lets. 135 for 12, 185 for 12, and 225 for 8… The battle won, this war….WON for the moment but will it every really end, NO i dont think so but for now the men rest, they get nutrition and prepare for the next enemy who thinks they can break us.

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