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taking a shit is like health
taking a shit is "gotta go drop the kids off at the pool
taking a shit is it at 6
taking a shit is something to revel in
taking a shit is dying or where i am in the food chain
taking a shit is a crime
taking a shit is sexy too
taking a shit is unattractive to the general public
taking a shit is a nigh on biblical experience
taking a shit is one of your chief pleasures in life
taking a shit is "neighbourhood sickness" where arty party really overshadows ag bigtime
taking a shit is attractive to
taking a shit is so painful?" god
taking a shit is getting fired tomorrow
taking a shit is like getting fucked in reverse
taking a shit is really reverse butt
taking a shit is so good current mood
taking a shit is sick
taking a shit is exciting
taking a shit is going to be excrutiatinly painful
taking a shit is a chore for me
taking a shit is good
taking a shit is
taking a shit is different than pissing
taking a shit is his pre
taking a shit is as painful as
taking a shit is not a relaxing pastime
taking a shit is a liberating act
taking a shit is illegal in some countries
taking a shit is definitely the most logistically complicated event around here so it’sa good thing
the need for it doesn’t come around too often
taking a shit is not on the top ten or even top twenty
taking a shit is more interesting then listening to him
taking a shit is like a person unloading problems they have with the system
taking a shit is nowhere near as fulfilling as ian says it is
taking a shit is america's past time
taking a shit is fun
taking a shit is always carry reading material
taking a shit is by definition something other than nothing
taking a shit is awesome
taking a shit is more private i think
taking a shit is an emotional time for me
taking a shit is the universal leveler
taking a shit is almost a pleasurable as
taking a shit is optional
taking a shit is one of the most fun and relieving things you can do ya always feel good after
you take a shit it's kinda like sex
taking a shit is one of the most fun and relieving things you can do <bl0odrose> ya
taking a shit is "gotta go drop the kids off at the pool
taking a shit is it at 6
taking a shit is something to revel in
taking a shit is dying or where i am in the food chain
taking a shit is a crime
taking a shit is sexy too
taking a shit is unattractive to the general public
taking a shit is a nigh on biblical experience
taking a shit is one of your chief pleasures in life
taking a shit is "neighbourhood sickness" where arty party really overshadows ag bigtime
taking a shit is attractive to
taking a shit is so painful?" god
taking a shit is getting fired tomorrow
taking a shit is like getting fucked in reverse
taking a shit is really reverse butt
taking a shit is so good current mood
taking a shit is sick
taking a shit is exciting
taking a shit is going to be excrutiatinly painful
taking a shit is a chore for me
taking a shit is good
taking a shit is
taking a shit is different than pissing
taking a shit is his pre
taking a shit is as painful as
taking a shit is not a relaxing pastime
taking a shit is a liberating act
taking a shit is illegal in some countries
taking a shit is definitely the most logistically complicated event around here so it’sa good thing
the need for it doesn’t come around too often
taking a shit is not on the top ten or even top twenty
taking a shit is more interesting then listening to him
taking a shit is like a person unloading problems they have with the system
taking a shit is nowhere near as fulfilling as ian says it is
taking a shit is america's past time
taking a shit is fun
taking a shit is always carry reading material
taking a shit is by definition something other than nothing
taking a shit is awesome
taking a shit is more private i think
taking a shit is an emotional time for me
taking a shit is the universal leveler
taking a shit is almost a pleasurable as
taking a shit is optional
taking a shit is one of the most fun and relieving things you can do ya always feel good after
you take a shit it's kinda like sex
taking a shit is one of the most fun and relieving things you can do <bl0odrose> ya
The Ranger
New member
DEADLIFT RANT
Deadlifts.
The sound of it alone brings a cringe to the hardcore lifters, the Brother's of Iron know this to be true.
Most never will.
Deadlifts.
The grunts, screams...the light-headed feeling on that last heavy set.
Deadlifts!
Stretch was doing deadlifts today, you know the spot....The one way in the back. Yeah, that's it.
The one where just a handful venture.
The spot where they come out looking half dead, bloody shins, the one where chalk dust and blood, stain the palms.....Yup, that's the spot!
Stretch was almost finished. His last set coming up. I have to admit, I love watching a man like Stretch push himself to the limits. To see those traps swell under the strain, the " Oh my God, a turtle just poked his head out of my shorts " look. That glazed look in the eyes of someone who is truly in the " Zone "!!
I love it!!
This young kid was sitting on the flat bench watching Stretch, nothing else, just watching. Maybe it was curiosity, perhaps awe. More than likely it was the look of watching a crazy man do something he had never seen.
He kept watching as Stretch put the belt on. He was watching as he tightened it down until he was a walking hourglass figure of a man....He kept watching.
So did I.
Stretch was panting now, the " Zone " coming up. Then he walked over to the kid. I listened in fascination, knowing now why I chose such a good workout partner.
"What are you lookin at"? Stretch panted between clenched teeth.
"You ain't never seen anyone doing deadlifts have you."
"You ain't never seen a set of bloody scarred shins attached to 245 pounds of maximum performance." Stretch growled on a roll.
"You still lookin? That's right son...Look"!
"You ain't never seen a BROTHER OF IRON. You ain't never seen a dude superset deadlifts into flat benches, all with weights that would make you cry! You ain't never seen a power rack at the gym you been working out at for the last 4 years"!
" You still look'in at me??!!"
"Maybe you should head back to your eliptical machine and take a pilates class with your fellow aerobaheads. Maybe you should stop lookin at Old Boy Stretch".
"You still lookin?!" Stretch asked flexing his traps.
"You probably never seen anyone throw up in a bucket after squatt'in either. You will never really know why they call them nosebreakers, will you? You will never need a spot at the bench because you will never tap into the beast who commands you to get the weight up by any means necessary!"
"Hey son, you still looking at me??!!"
" Oh , now you want to spot me? Sorry son, Old Boy Stretch ain't tak'in no spot from spandex boy!"
"Damn it Son! You still lookin??!!"
" I'll tell you what, when you stop ask'in that weak spot in your mind why I do this to myself, maybe i'll let you spot me. On second thought... Nah, Old Boy Stretch would rather let the weight cut me in two, rather than have spandex boy seen trying to hang with a BROTHER OF IRON. Of course, Stretch would get the weight up, so Old Boy Stretch is all right. And about the look'in thing, If you have to look, you would'nt get it anyway...Now would you?"
" Now, who is Old Boy Stretch? He asked the kid.
" I'm a nobody son. Yeah that's right, a nobody. A faceless name like a thousand others in the far back of every gym. I'm one of the nobody's whose workouts know grunts and pain through the chalky mists. I'm a nobody boy, and I share a thousand nights of no sleep due to sore muscles."
" Keep looking at Ole Boy Stretch son. Maybe one day you'll get it, maybe one day you'll earn the privilage....no, the HONOR of being a nobody like Ole Boy Stretch and the rest of the BROTHERS OF IRON!"
Stretch held out those scarred hands to the kid. " Ya see these hands son? Yeah, that's right boy, turn away. They're not pretty like yours, are they? These squared fingers have been mashed by weights too many times to count, they've picked up more IRON PIES than most will ever know, and yes son....they're callused. Ugly as Hell...Huh?"
" Ya see son, that's how you can tell a nobody from the other lifters. Yeah that's right boy. It's in the hands...always has been too!"
Stretch started to stagger to the bar, chalking his hands as he walked. As he bent down to grip the Iron Bar, he looked up at the kid one last time and held his bloody hands out for the kid to see.
" You see son, these hands are earned. You wanna get huge boy? There's no other way to do it, but earn it yourself. No one can do it for you! And maybe one day, if ya work real hard at it. A BROTHER OF IRON will look at those hands of yours and smile. Because he knows. He knows where you're coming from. He knows of the pain filled days and nights. He knows of the sweat, blood and tears that you have sacraficed on the GREAT ALTAR OF DESIRE. And if you're lucky to see such a smile boy, you've earned that ONE smile a million times over!"
I guess you could say I'm a nobody as well. But as Stretch pulled out a set of four, hard, grunt filled reps, I had to walk away. It must have been the chalk dust in my eyes, maybe not. That kid walked up to me, and he had chalk dust in his eyes as well.
He looked up at me shyly, " He's a rare piece of work ain't he Mister? "
Wiping the chalk dust from my eyes I replied, " Yes son, he certainly is at that! "
Ranger
THE CREATION
The Iron God did look upon the world,
With the common one's weak of mind.
He spake unto his Iron Disciples,
Saying, " I'll make a Brother of a different kind!"
For three days the Iron God labored,
The Disciples begged, " Finish it tomorrow!"
The Iron God did not reply,
For the world was in such sad sorrow.
The seventh day Iron God stood proud,
Iron Disciples did gather round.
They stood in awe of the Brother before them,
Yet, he did not utter a sound.
" Does he speak?" The Disciples asked.
Curiosity wrinkled upon their brow.
" He does not speak any words of mouth,
Though his gains doth speak out loud!"
" Behind those massive pec's,
Is what separates him from you.
Deep beneath the blood and gristle,
Is a Heart of Iron…Beating true!"
" Those Bicep peaks, and wide thick Tri's,
I made from a likeness of me.
Grab the tape, my Iron Disciples,
For they measure a cold, hard 23!"
"Admire the Squat thickened legs,
Most will turn away in distaste.
But, this body with no foundation,
Is just a body…waiting to waste!"
" Those forearms, bulging and tapered,
With veins rising to greet the skin.
Anything less than this perfection,
And I would start all over again!"
" And gaze in wild wonder, upon those lat's,
Spread out, so thick, and wide.
That " V " shape there before you,
Down there he won't be able to hide!"
" This is the first of many,
Who will fight for their place down there.
Anything aside the Iron Bar Throne,
Will cross his mind without a care!"
" This Iron Brother shall walk unequal,
All different…yet each one the same.
They will pass from the shadows silently,
Just nobody's…with no names!"
" They'll preach our Gospel, from the Throne,
Few will listen unto his words.
Blood of the palms, and the screams of pain,
Upon deaf ears…shall go unheard!"
An Iron Disciple moved forward,
Then stepped back, hiding his fear.
For upon that chiseled cheek,
Sat a single…golden tear.
" He hath sprung a leak!" Muttered one.
As they all continued to stare.
The Iron God shook his massive head,
And whispered, " I did not put that there."
" Step forward and gaze upon this face,
And remember this golden tear.
For it is the ultimate reminder,
It's "WE" Down there they fear!"
" That tear is a final testament,
To the sleepless nights, filled with pain.
And the Grunts through the chalk filled mists,
That will hide his hard fought gains!"
" That tear is our conviction,
To shoulder our burdens well.
Earning the right to the Iron God World,
He will first, lift his days through Hell!"
RANGER
Gods of Thunder
The Iron Brother stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to be.
He hoped his hands were callused enough,
So his spirit may be set free.
" Step to the Iron Throne, Brother,
How shall I deal with you?"
" Have you bled Iron daily,
To this throne have you been true?"
I give homage to this Iron Throne,
And at times my talk was tough.
Sometimes I've been violent,
Cause this life is fuck'in rough.
Yea, I never scammed a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
I pounded Iron through overtime,
When the gains came to steep.
I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times, I shook with fear.
And sometimes Iron God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I do not belong in this place,
Among the people down here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Iron God,
It needn't be so grand.
I won't expect you to spot too much,
And if you don't, I'll understand.
There was silence around the Iron Bar Throne,
Where Iron Brothers had often trod.
As the Brother waited quietly,
For the judgement of his Iron God.
You do not belong down there,
With those who stare in wonder.
Your place is here, Brother,
Among the Gods of Thunder.
Step forward now, Brother,
You've lifted your burdens well.
Lift peacefully with your Iron Brothers,
You've done your time in HELL !!!
Ranger
THE CONVERSATION
The young Brother walked forward,
His face sad and drawn.
He held out a callused hand,
And felt these scars were wrong.
The Iron God stepped up,
And smacked his hands with a clap,
And through the chalky mist, he said.
"Young Brother, what is this crap?"
The young Brother drew away and sniffed,
Hid his eyes while wiping a tear.
"I've given you my best Iron God,
And bled Iron for a solid year!"
"It seems that I make no gains,
There was a time, I thought I could.
And the pain is getting harder,
It causes more harm now…than good!"
The Iron God stood there staring,
Then locked on the young one's eyes.
He searched his mind from "Back in the Day",
And re-called something clever and wise.
" Your ashamed of those hands,
But wear those calluses with pride.
For many an Iron Brother,
With callused hands lay down and died."
"It's not how many sets,
Nor the exercise…now is it?
It's when you feel the pain,
And it makes you want to quit."
The young Brother hung his head,
And flexed those callused hands.
"But Iron God", he said so softly,
"You just don't understand."
"Down there we are out numbered,
And the common one's are the worst.
They look and stare…they use bad form,
And they say the Iron Brothers are cursed."
"They never hit the squat rack,
And sometimes I have fallen prey.
Then they leave, and I'm in the zone,
But they're back, the very next day."
The Iron God squared his jaw,
Then tapped a thick, scarred finger.
And on the young Brother's face,
His eyes did sadly linger.
"This Iron war is not won,
By those who just say,"Screw it",
It is won by the Iron Brother's,
Who decide they can do it!"
"But what about the common one's,
Who are misled in their lives.
They've never felt the pain I know,
I can see it in their eyes?"
"You cannot help them young Brother,
Nor dictate their sad chosen path.
You cannot stop their ignorance,
Nor heal their weekend wrath's."
"Bleed Iron at the Iron Bar Throne,
And the pain will someday cease.
Then return to your one room house,
If only for an hour…know your peace!"
"But Iron God", the young Brother started,
His heart heavy with lead.
"I know the common one's down there,
They wish that I were dead!"
"I feel their stares burning,
They laugh and fling their mud.
Yet, who is there to thank me?
When I sweat my Iron Blood?"
The Iron God pursed his lips,
His answer lay unknown.
For he to had felt the pain,
A pain that hurts to the bone.
"There are no easy answers,
For the ache that you feel.
But appreciation, and their praise,
I'm afraid ain't a part of the deal."
"The respect will come with gratitude,
And admiration from the Iron Brother's too!
But, it will not come from the common one's,
Who cannot do what we can do!"
The young Brother felt the tears,
And looked down at his callused hands.
He knew he could not quit,
As he had already planned.
For now, he saw those callused hands,
Not just as something he does.
They are not just a symbol,
IT MADE HIM WHAT HE WAS!
AN IRON BROTHER
RANGER
THE WAY WE LIVE OUR LIFE
The Iron Brother was getting old,
And his hair was falling fast.
He sat around the Iron Throne,
Telling stories of his past.
Of the Iron War he fought,
And the lifting deeds he had done.
In his exploits with his Iron Brothers,
They were Hero's…Every one.
And though sometimes unto his Brothers,
His tales became a joke.
All the Iron Brothers did listen,
For they knew whereof he spoke.
We shall hear our Brother no longer,
Our Iron Brother has passed away.
And the Iron World is somewhat poorer,
For an Iron Brother died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
One child and a wife.
Though he lived for the extra ordinary,
He led an uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family,
And he lifted his own way.
The world won't note his passing,
For an Iron Brother died today.
When Politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state.
And the common ones note their passing,
While proclaiming, they were great.
They tell of their life stories,
As far back as when they were young.
But the passing of an Iron Brother,
Goes unnoticed and unsung.
His greatest contribution,
To those hard and callused hands.
Was when a Brother was scammed,
He backed his fellow man.
Yes, this is our Iron Brother,
Who lived his life with strife.
He served the Iron Throne,
And sacrificed his life.
It's so easy to forget them,
For "Back in the Day" was long ago.
But, our Iron Brother remained in the Game,
Though he was tired and had to go.
He was just an Iron Brother,
And our ranks are growing thin.
He is a symbol to remind us,
That we need his likes again.
If we cannot do him, honor,
Though he's not here to reap the praise.
Let's pay homage to the Iron Throne,
And the passing of his days.
Perhaps a simple grunt of pain,
That would somehow seem to say.
Our Brotherhood is in mourning,
For an Iron Brother passed away.
RANGER
Here is a link to a nice poster/poem....Enjoy
http://www.geocities.com/why_i_do_it_ranger/index.html
Ranger
Deadlifts.
The sound of it alone brings a cringe to the hardcore lifters, the Brother's of Iron know this to be true.
Most never will.
Deadlifts.
The grunts, screams...the light-headed feeling on that last heavy set.
Deadlifts!
Stretch was doing deadlifts today, you know the spot....The one way in the back. Yeah, that's it.
The one where just a handful venture.
The spot where they come out looking half dead, bloody shins, the one where chalk dust and blood, stain the palms.....Yup, that's the spot!
Stretch was almost finished. His last set coming up. I have to admit, I love watching a man like Stretch push himself to the limits. To see those traps swell under the strain, the " Oh my God, a turtle just poked his head out of my shorts " look. That glazed look in the eyes of someone who is truly in the " Zone "!!
I love it!!
This young kid was sitting on the flat bench watching Stretch, nothing else, just watching. Maybe it was curiosity, perhaps awe. More than likely it was the look of watching a crazy man do something he had never seen.
He kept watching as Stretch put the belt on. He was watching as he tightened it down until he was a walking hourglass figure of a man....He kept watching.
So did I.
Stretch was panting now, the " Zone " coming up. Then he walked over to the kid. I listened in fascination, knowing now why I chose such a good workout partner.
"What are you lookin at"? Stretch panted between clenched teeth.
"You ain't never seen anyone doing deadlifts have you."
"You ain't never seen a set of bloody scarred shins attached to 245 pounds of maximum performance." Stretch growled on a roll.
"You still lookin? That's right son...Look"!
"You ain't never seen a BROTHER OF IRON. You ain't never seen a dude superset deadlifts into flat benches, all with weights that would make you cry! You ain't never seen a power rack at the gym you been working out at for the last 4 years"!
" You still look'in at me??!!"
"Maybe you should head back to your eliptical machine and take a pilates class with your fellow aerobaheads. Maybe you should stop lookin at Old Boy Stretch".
"You still lookin?!" Stretch asked flexing his traps.
"You probably never seen anyone throw up in a bucket after squatt'in either. You will never really know why they call them nosebreakers, will you? You will never need a spot at the bench because you will never tap into the beast who commands you to get the weight up by any means necessary!"
"Hey son, you still looking at me??!!"
" Oh , now you want to spot me? Sorry son, Old Boy Stretch ain't tak'in no spot from spandex boy!"
"Damn it Son! You still lookin??!!"
" I'll tell you what, when you stop ask'in that weak spot in your mind why I do this to myself, maybe i'll let you spot me. On second thought... Nah, Old Boy Stretch would rather let the weight cut me in two, rather than have spandex boy seen trying to hang with a BROTHER OF IRON. Of course, Stretch would get the weight up, so Old Boy Stretch is all right. And about the look'in thing, If you have to look, you would'nt get it anyway...Now would you?"
" Now, who is Old Boy Stretch? He asked the kid.
" I'm a nobody son. Yeah that's right, a nobody. A faceless name like a thousand others in the far back of every gym. I'm one of the nobody's whose workouts know grunts and pain through the chalky mists. I'm a nobody boy, and I share a thousand nights of no sleep due to sore muscles."
" Keep looking at Ole Boy Stretch son. Maybe one day you'll get it, maybe one day you'll earn the privilage....no, the HONOR of being a nobody like Ole Boy Stretch and the rest of the BROTHERS OF IRON!"
Stretch held out those scarred hands to the kid. " Ya see these hands son? Yeah, that's right boy, turn away. They're not pretty like yours, are they? These squared fingers have been mashed by weights too many times to count, they've picked up more IRON PIES than most will ever know, and yes son....they're callused. Ugly as Hell...Huh?"
" Ya see son, that's how you can tell a nobody from the other lifters. Yeah that's right boy. It's in the hands...always has been too!"
Stretch started to stagger to the bar, chalking his hands as he walked. As he bent down to grip the Iron Bar, he looked up at the kid one last time and held his bloody hands out for the kid to see.
" You see son, these hands are earned. You wanna get huge boy? There's no other way to do it, but earn it yourself. No one can do it for you! And maybe one day, if ya work real hard at it. A BROTHER OF IRON will look at those hands of yours and smile. Because he knows. He knows where you're coming from. He knows of the pain filled days and nights. He knows of the sweat, blood and tears that you have sacraficed on the GREAT ALTAR OF DESIRE. And if you're lucky to see such a smile boy, you've earned that ONE smile a million times over!"
I guess you could say I'm a nobody as well. But as Stretch pulled out a set of four, hard, grunt filled reps, I had to walk away. It must have been the chalk dust in my eyes, maybe not. That kid walked up to me, and he had chalk dust in his eyes as well.
He looked up at me shyly, " He's a rare piece of work ain't he Mister? "
Wiping the chalk dust from my eyes I replied, " Yes son, he certainly is at that! "
Ranger
THE CREATION
The Iron God did look upon the world,
With the common one's weak of mind.
He spake unto his Iron Disciples,
Saying, " I'll make a Brother of a different kind!"
For three days the Iron God labored,
The Disciples begged, " Finish it tomorrow!"
The Iron God did not reply,
For the world was in such sad sorrow.
The seventh day Iron God stood proud,
Iron Disciples did gather round.
They stood in awe of the Brother before them,
Yet, he did not utter a sound.
" Does he speak?" The Disciples asked.
Curiosity wrinkled upon their brow.
" He does not speak any words of mouth,
Though his gains doth speak out loud!"
" Behind those massive pec's,
Is what separates him from you.
Deep beneath the blood and gristle,
Is a Heart of Iron…Beating true!"
" Those Bicep peaks, and wide thick Tri's,
I made from a likeness of me.
Grab the tape, my Iron Disciples,
For they measure a cold, hard 23!"
"Admire the Squat thickened legs,
Most will turn away in distaste.
But, this body with no foundation,
Is just a body…waiting to waste!"
" Those forearms, bulging and tapered,
With veins rising to greet the skin.
Anything less than this perfection,
And I would start all over again!"
" And gaze in wild wonder, upon those lat's,
Spread out, so thick, and wide.
That " V " shape there before you,
Down there he won't be able to hide!"
" This is the first of many,
Who will fight for their place down there.
Anything aside the Iron Bar Throne,
Will cross his mind without a care!"
" This Iron Brother shall walk unequal,
All different…yet each one the same.
They will pass from the shadows silently,
Just nobody's…with no names!"
" They'll preach our Gospel, from the Throne,
Few will listen unto his words.
Blood of the palms, and the screams of pain,
Upon deaf ears…shall go unheard!"
An Iron Disciple moved forward,
Then stepped back, hiding his fear.
For upon that chiseled cheek,
Sat a single…golden tear.
" He hath sprung a leak!" Muttered one.
As they all continued to stare.
The Iron God shook his massive head,
And whispered, " I did not put that there."
" Step forward and gaze upon this face,
And remember this golden tear.
For it is the ultimate reminder,
It's "WE" Down there they fear!"
" That tear is a final testament,
To the sleepless nights, filled with pain.
And the Grunts through the chalk filled mists,
That will hide his hard fought gains!"
" That tear is our conviction,
To shoulder our burdens well.
Earning the right to the Iron God World,
He will first, lift his days through Hell!"
RANGER
Gods of Thunder
The Iron Brother stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to be.
He hoped his hands were callused enough,
So his spirit may be set free.
" Step to the Iron Throne, Brother,
How shall I deal with you?"
" Have you bled Iron daily,
To this throne have you been true?"
I give homage to this Iron Throne,
And at times my talk was tough.
Sometimes I've been violent,
Cause this life is fuck'in rough.
Yea, I never scammed a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
I pounded Iron through overtime,
When the gains came to steep.
I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times, I shook with fear.
And sometimes Iron God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I do not belong in this place,
Among the people down here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Iron God,
It needn't be so grand.
I won't expect you to spot too much,
And if you don't, I'll understand.
There was silence around the Iron Bar Throne,
Where Iron Brothers had often trod.
As the Brother waited quietly,
For the judgement of his Iron God.
You do not belong down there,
With those who stare in wonder.
Your place is here, Brother,
Among the Gods of Thunder.
Step forward now, Brother,
You've lifted your burdens well.
Lift peacefully with your Iron Brothers,
You've done your time in HELL !!!
Ranger
THE CONVERSATION
The young Brother walked forward,
His face sad and drawn.
He held out a callused hand,
And felt these scars were wrong.
The Iron God stepped up,
And smacked his hands with a clap,
And through the chalky mist, he said.
"Young Brother, what is this crap?"
The young Brother drew away and sniffed,
Hid his eyes while wiping a tear.
"I've given you my best Iron God,
And bled Iron for a solid year!"
"It seems that I make no gains,
There was a time, I thought I could.
And the pain is getting harder,
It causes more harm now…than good!"
The Iron God stood there staring,
Then locked on the young one's eyes.
He searched his mind from "Back in the Day",
And re-called something clever and wise.
" Your ashamed of those hands,
But wear those calluses with pride.
For many an Iron Brother,
With callused hands lay down and died."
"It's not how many sets,
Nor the exercise…now is it?
It's when you feel the pain,
And it makes you want to quit."
The young Brother hung his head,
And flexed those callused hands.
"But Iron God", he said so softly,
"You just don't understand."
"Down there we are out numbered,
And the common one's are the worst.
They look and stare…they use bad form,
And they say the Iron Brothers are cursed."
"They never hit the squat rack,
And sometimes I have fallen prey.
Then they leave, and I'm in the zone,
But they're back, the very next day."
The Iron God squared his jaw,
Then tapped a thick, scarred finger.
And on the young Brother's face,
His eyes did sadly linger.
"This Iron war is not won,
By those who just say,"Screw it",
It is won by the Iron Brother's,
Who decide they can do it!"
"But what about the common one's,
Who are misled in their lives.
They've never felt the pain I know,
I can see it in their eyes?"
"You cannot help them young Brother,
Nor dictate their sad chosen path.
You cannot stop their ignorance,
Nor heal their weekend wrath's."
"Bleed Iron at the Iron Bar Throne,
And the pain will someday cease.
Then return to your one room house,
If only for an hour…know your peace!"
"But Iron God", the young Brother started,
His heart heavy with lead.
"I know the common one's down there,
They wish that I were dead!"
"I feel their stares burning,
They laugh and fling their mud.
Yet, who is there to thank me?
When I sweat my Iron Blood?"
The Iron God pursed his lips,
His answer lay unknown.
For he to had felt the pain,
A pain that hurts to the bone.
"There are no easy answers,
For the ache that you feel.
But appreciation, and their praise,
I'm afraid ain't a part of the deal."
"The respect will come with gratitude,
And admiration from the Iron Brother's too!
But, it will not come from the common one's,
Who cannot do what we can do!"
The young Brother felt the tears,
And looked down at his callused hands.
He knew he could not quit,
As he had already planned.
For now, he saw those callused hands,
Not just as something he does.
They are not just a symbol,
IT MADE HIM WHAT HE WAS!
AN IRON BROTHER
RANGER
THE WAY WE LIVE OUR LIFE
The Iron Brother was getting old,
And his hair was falling fast.
He sat around the Iron Throne,
Telling stories of his past.
Of the Iron War he fought,
And the lifting deeds he had done.
In his exploits with his Iron Brothers,
They were Hero's…Every one.
And though sometimes unto his Brothers,
His tales became a joke.
All the Iron Brothers did listen,
For they knew whereof he spoke.
We shall hear our Brother no longer,
Our Iron Brother has passed away.
And the Iron World is somewhat poorer,
For an Iron Brother died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
One child and a wife.
Though he lived for the extra ordinary,
He led an uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family,
And he lifted his own way.
The world won't note his passing,
For an Iron Brother died today.
When Politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state.
And the common ones note their passing,
While proclaiming, they were great.
They tell of their life stories,
As far back as when they were young.
But the passing of an Iron Brother,
Goes unnoticed and unsung.
His greatest contribution,
To those hard and callused hands.
Was when a Brother was scammed,
He backed his fellow man.
Yes, this is our Iron Brother,
Who lived his life with strife.
He served the Iron Throne,
And sacrificed his life.
It's so easy to forget them,
For "Back in the Day" was long ago.
But, our Iron Brother remained in the Game,
Though he was tired and had to go.
He was just an Iron Brother,
And our ranks are growing thin.
He is a symbol to remind us,
That we need his likes again.
If we cannot do him, honor,
Though he's not here to reap the praise.
Let's pay homage to the Iron Throne,
And the passing of his days.
Perhaps a simple grunt of pain,
That would somehow seem to say.
Our Brotherhood is in mourning,
For an Iron Brother passed away.
RANGER
Here is a link to a nice poster/poem....Enjoy
http://www.geocities.com/why_i_do_it_ranger/index.html
Ranger
I think this article provides good motivation and a good mental perspective (the big picture) about exercise.
http://www.naturalstrength.com/weightroom/detail.asp?ArticleID=101
http://www.naturalstrength.com/weightroom/detail.asp?ArticleID=101
DealsMorte
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Only one person I have ever known can be classified as unstoppable. I met him in High School while on the same football team. His personality shined through on the field just as it did away from it. I've seen him score 7 or 8 touchdowns with 3-4 guys hanging on him. The most amazing part of it was he was just a small white boy. Sheer dertermination was his only weapon. When he got out of high school he joined the marines. Where he quickly came into command of his own unit. They sent him to the desert and under heavy fire he got his men out. After they were safe he sat down and died quietly with three bullet holes in him. Determination again, sheer determination. Thats all you need to die a hero.
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