USMCDI
04-28-09, 12:48 am
I sit another night of hell has passed, all others have gone. A pale face peers out from under my hoodie. What the fuck am I still doing here? Today was a short workout in at 9 out by 11, I look up to notice the clock reads 3. Today another marine falls in a war half the people in this country could give a shit about. I guess this is what started this night. Not making since yeah well I'm still trying to calm down. I had just finished my last set of squats, while choking down a post shake i was watching on the news, about our soldiers getting killed. I just said fuck this shit how can i be fucking quiting when i still got gas in the fucking tank.
I cant tell you the reps or weight, I was in a fucking rage of iron. All the emotions of hatred, pain, sacrifice going threw my head. I started with front squats pyramiding up till i couldnt squeeze out a rep. Rep after fucking rep, when my body has given up I drop a plate and continue to march on, brothers by the fucking time im done. I'm glad their wasnt another other crazy mother fucker in the gym this night. Here you have a 220pd man struggling to get one fucking rep with just the bar.
I rack the bar trying to take a step my fuckin legs give out, fuck this shit are you fucking serious. I will not admit defeat I'm a marine for god sakes. I pull myself up using the power cage. Grab some water, crank the ipod up as loud as it will go, pull my hood over my head.
I load 585 on a bar, with down with the sickness by disturbed blaring i pull raw no belt, i lock that shit out. Two more reps, everything is blurry i fall to one knee. I manage to strip 3 plates off each side. Then start knocking rep after rep out of those motherfuckers. After a few minutes I lose count finally stopping at god knows how many. My body is fucking dead, I stare into the mirror. Why the fuck do we do this to ourselves? Tonight it wasn't cause I was stepping on stage, trying to break a power record, or trying to get some bitches number. Tonight was for the pure fucking though of not being a lazy piece of shit, for the thought of knowing that whatever this world throws at us or beats us down. That we can pull ourselves back up, and say fuck you I will never back down. Tonight is my fuckin redemption. A spark that will start a fucking inferno. This will be my journey.
I cant tell you the reps or weight, I was in a fucking rage of iron. All the emotions of hatred, pain, sacrifice going threw my head. I started with front squats pyramiding up till i couldnt squeeze out a rep. Rep after fucking rep, when my body has given up I drop a plate and continue to march on, brothers by the fucking time im done. I'm glad their wasnt another other crazy mother fucker in the gym this night. Here you have a 220pd man struggling to get one fucking rep with just the bar.
I rack the bar trying to take a step my fuckin legs give out, fuck this shit are you fucking serious. I will not admit defeat I'm a marine for god sakes. I pull myself up using the power cage. Grab some water, crank the ipod up as loud as it will go, pull my hood over my head.
I load 585 on a bar, with down with the sickness by disturbed blaring i pull raw no belt, i lock that shit out. Two more reps, everything is blurry i fall to one knee. I manage to strip 3 plates off each side. Then start knocking rep after rep out of those motherfuckers. After a few minutes I lose count finally stopping at god knows how many. My body is fucking dead, I stare into the mirror. Why the fuck do we do this to ourselves? Tonight it wasn't cause I was stepping on stage, trying to break a power record, or trying to get some bitches number. Tonight was for the pure fucking though of not being a lazy piece of shit, for the thought of knowing that whatever this world throws at us or beats us down. That we can pull ourselves back up, and say fuck you I will never back down. Tonight is my fuckin redemption. A spark that will start a fucking inferno. This will be my journey.