This "Love The Gym" is a new series on my blog that I thought of while standing at the door of my gym while a class was going on. I had this awesome mixture of adults and teens, guys and girls, 9 to 5ers and serious athletes. Music was playing, iron and rubber were slamming, sounds of exertion and motivation were flying though the air. To me, this is absolutely beautiful. A building filled with tools and toys that help make us better human beings. Groups of people coming in and pushing themselves daily beyond what they thought they'd ever be capable. They struggle, they fail, they hit a PR lift. They click with a concept of movement and that moment of realization when they all of a sudden pull themselves under the bar rather than pull the bar up to their shoulders, it's incredible to watch. Sweat and chalk on a loaded barbell, plates slamming down onto a sled and the grind of those sled skids across the floor as an athlete puts everything into it, awesome.
Sometimes it's as simple as rolling up the door in the morning before anyone gets to the gym to see the raising sunlight sweep across the platforms that gets me.
Sometimes it's flicking off the lights at night and seeing the stacks of plates looming in the shadows.
Other times it's sitting on a chair next to my platform or rack, a loaded bar calmly waiting for me to lift it or squat it. There's no music on, just my breathing, that sticky, slapping sound of me pulling up my knee sleeves, the creaking of the metal hook of my weight belt, and then I hear my own gruff, guttural sound of self motivation as I approach the bar. The way the bar feels the second my hands wrap around it, chalk poofing out from the sides of my hands. And then its just me and that weight. Tension. Lift.
I Love The Gym.
Never Stop, GET FIT.
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