It was an explosive, yet serene moment. I had fire inside me, but I could not have been more calm. Alone. Not a soul within 20 feet of me. People minding their own business, working out whatever they are working out. I don't know, or care. I had my own business, right at my feet. Set after set, the weight came up, almost effortlessly. And then, it was time. It was finally time. It was time for my moment. It was time to exact revenge, on what had once humbled me not long ago. I knelt down, grasped the rough knurling I had grown to love. Stretched my hips quickly. Inhaled. Exhaled. Inhaled. Exhaled. Slowly. Repeatedly. Then, with nothing else on my mind, except for the want, the NEED, to humble what had done the same to me, I lifted it up slowly. Locking out, I let out a grunt. A grunt of victory over my enemy. My friends of Elite, I deadlifted 405 tonight. PR set. Goal set. Vengeance mine.

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