So yesterday during work I had nothing but vendetta planned against the bar bell
I had been staring at this number for like 2-3 weeks on some can't wait till I rep you shyte
Finally arrived at a conclusive 'FUKK IT' after endless back & forths pouring over my workout notes/numbers as I left for the gym.
I decided to show face at the packed commercial gym to attempt this mile stone feat instead of the old warehouse gym & I don't regret this because it's amazing & very motivating how much attention (& pressure) gets garnered your way as the barbell gets heavier .... you got people giving you the



stares every single time you step To & Away from that the ever heavy bar.
Finally the REP of reckoning arrived, I stared at my sheet with a

face & proceed to load up after a lengthy procrastinating rest period.
In the mirror I catch awkward attentive glances like





from heads as I go about psyching myself up,chanting sacred power lifting prayers, battling all these inner mental demons that are trying to caste shadows of doubt.
I bring up Realest Killaz (50 cent ft 2pac) on via my ipod & that's my cue to go all SS4 on

...... as I approach the bar its literally ALL EYEZ ON ME
Hoisted that fukker off the floor like my life depended on it! Gravity tried to cock block but I was on some herculean flex....TO LOCKOUT or BUST brehs
Upon completion of this crazed pull.......I went all Maximus Decimus Meridius on muffukas like:
Excessive story telling narratives aside, last night felt great

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ALWAYS keep pushing yourselves people, strive for a bigger, better stronger you! After my training I had two young ladz & this girl approach me by the lockers asking me for some training & program advice, shyte makes me legitimately want to pursue PT accreditations .......as in 'proper PT'' none of that Bosu ball pink dumb bell using, carrot stick eating hippy bullshiiiiit
So now I'm officially part of the #500 club on them DEADZ! Shout out to the Coli Strength Gang Brehs