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This was written by a good bro of mine and fellow "Gym Rat". I think there are many truths found within this article that we can all relate too.
GYM RATS
By: Vincent J. Gill
Ten reps in and you feel like your arms are being slowly inflated with helium, four sets later and you feel like your arms are going to explode. Your veins are bulging and your muscles are about half an inch bigger than they were when you started. You look around, covertly comparing your results to everyone else in the gym and you feel ok because you know that they are doing the same.
You take creatine, arginine, glutamine, protein, pretty much anything you can that ends in the sound ‘een’ because that’s supposed to increase your pump and speed up your results.
The day after, you feel as if someone’s ripped out your bicep, stuck a knife in it and re inserted it into its proper position. You try to get out of bed but your abs are in so much pain that you have to pretty much use the momentum of a head swing to bolster you out. When you finally stand, your legs feel like they’ve been beaten repeatedly with a wooden staff.
Don’t even get me started on how your morning shit feels. Let’s just say that it’s hard to expunge your lower intestine when every contraction feels like Mike Tyson’s slamming his fist into your mid section. Let’s just say it’s hard to even sit on the toilet when your ass feels like it’s going to explode.
The next day, you put yourself through all of this again except on a different set of muscles. By the end of the week, on your rest day, you feel like laying in bed all day because if you move anything, a sharp stabbing pain will dig into whatever muscle group you just contracted.
After your rest day, you subject yourself to it yet again. Week after week, day after day, muscle after muscle… Hoping, praying that in a month’s time, you’ll be able to add at least a quarter of an inch to your brachiallis major, or perhaps some other obscure muscle that no one really notices or even knows exists but you.
You don’t eat for the taste, but rather, the protein content, complex carb ratio, and fat-or lack thereof-content. You down cans of plain tuna, gagging in between bites, you down disgusting protein shakes that taste like something you’d scoop out of an outhouse toilet. It never ends, and you never quit.
Welcome, reader, to the life of a ‘gym rat’. You may find yourself asking, after reading that, why would you willingly subject yourself to what sounds like torture? And not only subject yourself, but be happy about doing it! Not only are you happy to continue doing this, but you look forward to it, even! It takes up all of your thoughts! All you can think about is that you only have a few hours to go until you get to hit the gym. You might as well start an allotment to GNC because most of your paycheck ends up there, anyways.
After awhile, your reading consists of gym magazines like ‘Flex’ and ‘Muscular Development’. Your walls are adorned with posters of Frank McGrath, Ronnie Coleman, Jay Cutler, Trey Brewer, hell, maybe even some before and after shots of yourself! People that come over think you’re a freak, they may say that you’re gay for having posters of half naked men on your walls, but those people don’t understand and unless they catch gym fever, they never will.
As much as people want to deny it, the gym craze has transformed itself into a sub culture. In gyms across the world, men and women are building themselves up, day after day, creating an army of muscular monsters. Everywhere you turn, someone’s carrying a shaker with different colored liquid in it. Some of these people pop more pills than a cancer patient.
Some people will never understand this kind of drive for something that’s seemingly so silly, but whether it be for a personal battle against something in your life, or the promise of chicks and money, the drive is never ending. Like it or not, gym rats are here to stay and their army is growing in capacity.
Pump up guys and stay strong!
-Vincent Gill (Gym rat in training)
GYM RATS
By: Vincent J. Gill
Ten reps in and you feel like your arms are being slowly inflated with helium, four sets later and you feel like your arms are going to explode. Your veins are bulging and your muscles are about half an inch bigger than they were when you started. You look around, covertly comparing your results to everyone else in the gym and you feel ok because you know that they are doing the same.
You take creatine, arginine, glutamine, protein, pretty much anything you can that ends in the sound ‘een’ because that’s supposed to increase your pump and speed up your results.
The day after, you feel as if someone’s ripped out your bicep, stuck a knife in it and re inserted it into its proper position. You try to get out of bed but your abs are in so much pain that you have to pretty much use the momentum of a head swing to bolster you out. When you finally stand, your legs feel like they’ve been beaten repeatedly with a wooden staff.
Don’t even get me started on how your morning shit feels. Let’s just say that it’s hard to expunge your lower intestine when every contraction feels like Mike Tyson’s slamming his fist into your mid section. Let’s just say it’s hard to even sit on the toilet when your ass feels like it’s going to explode.
The next day, you put yourself through all of this again except on a different set of muscles. By the end of the week, on your rest day, you feel like laying in bed all day because if you move anything, a sharp stabbing pain will dig into whatever muscle group you just contracted.
After your rest day, you subject yourself to it yet again. Week after week, day after day, muscle after muscle… Hoping, praying that in a month’s time, you’ll be able to add at least a quarter of an inch to your brachiallis major, or perhaps some other obscure muscle that no one really notices or even knows exists but you.
You don’t eat for the taste, but rather, the protein content, complex carb ratio, and fat-or lack thereof-content. You down cans of plain tuna, gagging in between bites, you down disgusting protein shakes that taste like something you’d scoop out of an outhouse toilet. It never ends, and you never quit.
Welcome, reader, to the life of a ‘gym rat’. You may find yourself asking, after reading that, why would you willingly subject yourself to what sounds like torture? And not only subject yourself, but be happy about doing it! Not only are you happy to continue doing this, but you look forward to it, even! It takes up all of your thoughts! All you can think about is that you only have a few hours to go until you get to hit the gym. You might as well start an allotment to GNC because most of your paycheck ends up there, anyways.
After awhile, your reading consists of gym magazines like ‘Flex’ and ‘Muscular Development’. Your walls are adorned with posters of Frank McGrath, Ronnie Coleman, Jay Cutler, Trey Brewer, hell, maybe even some before and after shots of yourself! People that come over think you’re a freak, they may say that you’re gay for having posters of half naked men on your walls, but those people don’t understand and unless they catch gym fever, they never will.
As much as people want to deny it, the gym craze has transformed itself into a sub culture. In gyms across the world, men and women are building themselves up, day after day, creating an army of muscular monsters. Everywhere you turn, someone’s carrying a shaker with different colored liquid in it. Some of these people pop more pills than a cancer patient.
Some people will never understand this kind of drive for something that’s seemingly so silly, but whether it be for a personal battle against something in your life, or the promise of chicks and money, the drive is never ending. Like it or not, gym rats are here to stay and their army is growing in capacity.
Pump up guys and stay strong!
-Vincent Gill (Gym rat in training)
