There is a scent to a good weight room. There is an Air about the Place. It is not just a place with bars and plates. It is a hall. It is a sanctuary. It is the field of battle.
There is a feeling that permeates the air with the thick memories of the iron Gods who have come and gone. Who acheived physical perfection and leave a faint yet gleaming light for others to show them the way to Valhallah.
The way the cool metal of the bar feels against my calused hands. I survey the entire set up to get my mind around the weight. I narrow my focus to just the bench or wrack I narrow it further to just the bar and then the spot. The spot is all that my mind is really moving. It weight about a pound, maybe two.
This is where there is nothing but silence. Everyone and everything fades away there is only my mind and the motion of the weight and the sound of my breath. I acheive unity with the Iron. I find the mind of God with the Iron. I find all that ever was or will be with the Iron.
I LOVE LIFTING!
There is a feeling that permeates the air with the thick memories of the iron Gods who have come and gone. Who acheived physical perfection and leave a faint yet gleaming light for others to show them the way to Valhallah.
The way the cool metal of the bar feels against my calused hands. I survey the entire set up to get my mind around the weight. I narrow my focus to just the bench or wrack I narrow it further to just the bar and then the spot. The spot is all that my mind is really moving. It weight about a pound, maybe two.
This is where there is nothing but silence. Everyone and everything fades away there is only my mind and the motion of the weight and the sound of my breath. I acheive unity with the Iron. I find the mind of God with the Iron. I find all that ever was or will be with the Iron.
I LOVE LIFTING!

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