Praetor
03-16-07, 12:58 am
Calloused palms touch iron. Oh yea, I feel it. The adrenaline pumping, the music full blast. Ready to go?? Hell yea I am. Focus. If I dont do anything else, I must focus. Even if I screw up every rep, Breath like im going into cardiac arrest or fall down dead from some unkown aliment ...atleast im focused. I throw on another plate. My veins dialate, energy surges into my pecs, my armements bang with explosive force, firing the slug of iron sky high. Just nineteen more, FOCUS. Fourteen, Fifteen, shit my right arm is going to hell again, drive it up. Stop bitching. My hips scream forward, my back arches, I barely rack it, the right side misses and hits the "oh shit" peg with a deep clap ...Fuck. My arms fall limp to my winded body. Face red, temples swelling. My mind begins to wander ...the doc, what a great guy, telling me I can do anything with this biomachine of mine, his words hit harder than he could ever imagine. ...Then that gal, I don't know her that well. Just one gaze her way an I knew she was something rare. All I wanted was to know her... FOCUS! I tell myself. Get your head out of the clouds and come back down to warm sweat, a throbbing chest, and hard reality. I feel the heavy burden of my labor on the landing. I lean back. The cannons tense and coil in preperation ...ready to fire.