Getting that Money Redux
Kent is in the middle of what is to be a long cut, and while he is looking less and less like Matt Rhodes, he feels like he is looking more and more like his local crossfit affiliate. Not that he knows what his local crossfit affiliate looks like. He is miserable and back day rewards him with the sadness that is feeling like someone just beat up your nervous system for its lunch money after lifting a meager 85% of what should have been his max. Through the exhaustion and the fear that he has not done enough this workout, he recognizes a (doubtlessly new) athlete squatting 225 with roughly four inches of depth. The athlete finishes his set, turns to Kent, and exuberantly gives him the thumbs up. “Squats are hard-work, aren’t they!”
Part of Kent went to a happy place that day. The rest of him got real ugly real quick.
Kent browbeats the young man into dropping the weight to 135, and squatting till he hit parallel. He coaches this kid into submission, teaching him keep his weight on his heels, spread the floor with his feet, sit back, get deep, explode out of the hole, and keep his core and shoulders tight throughout. Technique work goes on for twenty minutes, after which the victim tepidly jokes that ‘at least I wasn’t doing deadlifts, right?’
Deadlifts begin. The trainee does set after set of three, practicing getting into position, pulling back not up, locking out with the glutes not the lower back, keeping a neutral spine, all while in a state of near physical and mental exhaustion. The only thing keeping him there in the gym is the patent fear of what Kent would do to him if Kent REALLY snapped. So he goes through the technique, tries to apply it, and writhes in fear with every order Kent barks at him from the darkest pit in his soul. Finally, the young man has had enough, but rather than tell Kent to just fuck off, he tries to diplomatically angle out of the training session he says he has to go run because he’s in ‘fat loss mode’.
Kent’s grin never touches his eyes. “Great, bro”.
The nameless victim is now deadlifting sets of 225 for ten, while getting technique yelled at him, and is then made to sprint the 400m track that surrounds the actual lifting area without resting between the two. Victim makes it through the first 100m and, due to his exhaustion and the single-minded focus evil-Kent is now squandering on his misery, Kent is actually right beside him, yelling. What is he yelling?
“BOY, WHAT YOU DOIN! WHAT YOU DOIN! WHAT YOU DOIN!”
To which The Victim replies:
“GETTIN THAT MONEY!”
“WHY!!!”
“TO PAY THAT CHILD SUPPOOOOOOORRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!”