Excitment abounds!! Huzzah!! Training day!!
Insane to think one can derive so much enjoyment from something so strenuous.
I recall working 10 hour days delivering kegs then looking forward to 60 sets of legs!! I shit you not. Then going to a Golden Nugget and ordering a 10 egg ham and cheese omelet!! It truly was the best part of my day. The irony (pun intended) In one instance I'm pissing and moaning about how tiring delivering 165 lb. kegs of beer was and later that very day happier than a pig in shit to be pushing 315 lbs repeatly off my chest. If that ain't love I don't know what is. Enjoy the fucking ride my fellow
Junkies!
I’m shocked that there’s any of us left at all.
I guess it’s a generational thing. It saddens me,
however, that we’ve veered so far off the beaten path?
The fucking very path so many of us cut our lifting teeth on. The
path that served us through our ignorant, formative lifting years.
I consider myself so fortunate that I trained with
a group that shared that same incredible desire to get filthy with the shit!!
Lifting was a huge part of our life! From the time we came through those doors
our purpose was clear, we were gathered to pay fucking homage.
I have fond memories training in the same space with the Myth himself.
A cramped, shitty little gym, hot as fuck I might add.Nobody ever bitched. The weirdest thing tho, No one really gave a rat's ass that we were in the presence of arguably one of the greatest bodybuilders to have ever lived.
As big a name as he was, he was not bigger than our purpose. And Oliva was one of us.
No doubt! Set after grueling set. Fucking sweat pouring off us. In that bizarre, little shithole with the carpeted walls we were all ONE!!
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