[quote]theflowjob wrote:
Yea over the past couple of months its kind of ridiculous. Some days i cant wait till i go to the gym and i leave and i totally forgot about everything that was going wrong. Other days i dont even want to go and then i do go and i feel amazing after anyway. I’m a gym addict.[/quote]
I absolutely agree. My life practically revolves around the gym.
At school I cannot wait for classes to end and to go home for my pre-workout meal before I hit the iron. On the bus to and from school, walking to the grocery store, I think about how my next workout is going to be.
As I lay in my bed at night, ready for sleep, I think about how my training will progress over the next few months, what small tweaks I need to make to my routine (maybe more grip work, have I been neglecting my abs and conditioning for too long?
Should I switch the DB incline to Floor Presses next month for better starting strength?b Etc.) and how my meals are going to be the next day.
And sometimes when I lay on my baby blue pillow I dream about the gym, about failed max attempts and about curb-stomping the squat rack-curlers in my class.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t neglect my schoolwork at all (infact I am working harder than last year), and I have made new friends recently.
But nothing beats the gym. It’s something that I feel nobody else I know understands properly. My jock-friends question my strict diet and my tight schedules (“can’t go to the city today, can’t miss a meal”), why I don’t go to parties and why I spend my meager cash on whey protein, gym memberships and more food.
The guys who I used to workout with literally shook their heads when they saw me squatting alone, instead gravitating to the preacher curl bench and cable flyes like a mob of spoilt children around a christmas tree.
So I changed gyms.
Now I go to a basement which echoes with the sound of iron plates and songs by nameless, metal bands which combine into an ambience that I have so much longed for. I’m the smallest, skinny-fattest, weakest ‘lifter’ there (unlike my previous gym), and I absolutely love it.
And when I get home, and eat my post-workout meal of ground beef, corn and vegetables, I sit down in front of my computer (my real friend) with milk in hand, and snuggle in as I browse these forums.
I’m still small. I’m still hideously weak. But I’m learning. I wake up each day just that little bit bigger and stronger. Just that little bit close to being a T-Man, to winning the battle that never truly ends.
Woah I’ve rambled. I could go on for hours. I could write a book right now. Re-reading all of what I wrote and it all just seems so lame. Well whatever. I suppose it’s explainable. I’m obsessed.