The_Dude
01-25-07, 10:12 am
Everyday is the same shit, wake up, eat, work, eat, workout session, eat, drive home, eat, take a shower, eat. And I go to sleep just to wake up and do it all over again. This daily monotony sometimes tries to get the best of me. I don’t and I won’t let it. Nothing changes, just rearranges.
But then, I get to thinking. There’s nothing else that I would rather do than this. I’m always looking forward to work. Why you ask? That’s where the gym is at. My home away from home. I tell you brother’s, When I joined the gym last fall, it was like my calling. I walked in that gym and took a wiff of that gym air. It’s been awhile…a long while since I smelled that smell. The smell of sweat, ammonia, and everything else associated with the gym smell. I knew right away that I found my second home.
I didn’t know right away what I was getting into. I’ve read and researched how to be a better me, a better healthy me. Never did It dawn on me that it would be like this. The first week after hitting the iron was hell. I was sore everywhere. Sore in places that I didn’t know muscles existed. So much for the bowflex. That shit right there is only good to stay toned. I tell you what brother’s, the iron opened my eyes. It was like this beast within awoke from his slumber and was ready to raise hell. The pain I felt the first few weeks was agonizing but it felt so fucking good.
It felt so good that I went back for more, and more and more. And to this day, I still go back for more. No pulling me away from this life, this sport, this love I have for the iron.
There's more where this came from...
But then, I get to thinking. There’s nothing else that I would rather do than this. I’m always looking forward to work. Why you ask? That’s where the gym is at. My home away from home. I tell you brother’s, When I joined the gym last fall, it was like my calling. I walked in that gym and took a wiff of that gym air. It’s been awhile…a long while since I smelled that smell. The smell of sweat, ammonia, and everything else associated with the gym smell. I knew right away that I found my second home.
I didn’t know right away what I was getting into. I’ve read and researched how to be a better me, a better healthy me. Never did It dawn on me that it would be like this. The first week after hitting the iron was hell. I was sore everywhere. Sore in places that I didn’t know muscles existed. So much for the bowflex. That shit right there is only good to stay toned. I tell you what brother’s, the iron opened my eyes. It was like this beast within awoke from his slumber and was ready to raise hell. The pain I felt the first few weeks was agonizing but it felt so fucking good.
It felt so good that I went back for more, and more and more. And to this day, I still go back for more. No pulling me away from this life, this sport, this love I have for the iron.
There's more where this came from...