The Danger Zone
It begins when the music blasts from my mp3 and stops when I'm convinced I have nothing left to give.While in this zone I'm completly isolated in my mind and guided by preserverance and determination to stare in the face of broken dreams and mistakes I laugh and say fuk it no more looking back on what could've been and what I should've done the time is now to acheive more and be great.While fighting this melancholy meltdown of self pity and remorse I'm absolved of it all with the feeling of blood rushing to my muscles like a runaway freight train with dynamite cargo on it's way to destination "GROWTH" then I explode with that last rep, but before I rack the weight there's a pause where I stop and remember before my injury the feeling of bending the bar pressing 315 for 15 at that no problem pace listening to the 45's clang together and constant feeling of the "who's who"of the gym staring at this little white boy in disbeleif,refuled with new vigor my failure rep is lowered as deep as possible and blasted up and racked as if more than growth depended on it.
"DEATH IS CERTAIN LIFE IS NOT"
I'm back in the game now bro's
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