Paul Grenada
I enter the gym and walk up to the power rack, ready to do some squats. I have my battle garb on, gray shirt, blue shorts, red headband (real gym rats don’t bother matching). I’m do my first 3 sets, my legs are burning, my back hurts, and I have one more set to do.
This set I am going for 315lbs
I reach for the bar and I hear a voice, “Why even bother”. I pay it no mind, thinking it to be the combination of my blood pumping and the reggae playing in the background. I put my shoulders under the bar, it’s been a while since I did this much weight, I haven’t had the time to get a regular gym schedule, but I think I’m going to get one started. I lift it off the bar, it feels heavy but I figure I can handle it, and then I hear that voice again.
“Just put it down and walk away, you can’t do this!”
I think to myself, who the hell is talking to me? I get a reply
“Its me you dummy, the weight, you cant do this, I am 315lbs, that’s like taking a clone of you and adding a few pounds and having him jump on ya back.”
‘So?’ Is my reply, ‘I done it before. I go down push up, one rep down, 9 to go. There, see I did it.’
“That’s one, you can’t keep going, you haven’t done this in what, 4 months, you’ve gotten weak, you aunt at ya peak no more.”
First I think why cant even metal speaks good English?
It replies “Cause I was made in India crack head!”
‘Whatever’ I say, ‘I am not at my peak, but I am here to get back there, hope I get farther’
“You wont, you cant, you are fat, lazy, and it looks not so bright, you cant DO THIS, put the weight down, and go to the bakery”
I grit my teeth, as its talking, Ive already done 3 more, my breath is getting ragged, I my legs are aching, my back is hurting more.
“SEE, listen to your body boy, I am TOO HEAVY, Ill break you, and then you’ll be useless, and you’ll get bigger and fatter and more useless, and I will still be here, laughing at the next dummy to come along.”
‘You’ll not laugh at me, I am up to 8 I got 2 more to go’