So yesterday I went to to gym, I was supposed to day off, but with finalizing my resignation of my job, female issues, and mom was intubated last Monday (she’s doing very well now!)
I wanted to crush myself. I was emotionally a wreck and anxious.
anyways, I started deadlifts, as that is the best way to crush a soul. Now, 48 hours prior, was a moderately hard leg day, high bar squats, RDLs, so yes, very poor fatigue management, but sometimes we just need to enjoy life and say fuck it.
Sooo. My gym is a “fitness gym” with a CrossFit jungle gym in the middle. There was an Asian guy, seemed like a power lifter. He was doing paused squat singles with 295lbs, pretty impressive for his size. I was directly across from him. I started with 6 reps, and slowly added weight and went to tripples. 315, 345, 375. When I got to 405, I was just angry at life. Said fuck it. AMRAP time.
so I tried to meet god, I think I got 8...in a dazed breathless confusion I stood up and turned around.
the Asian guy was right behind me, smiling and so fucking excited, offering knuckles, it was like it was Christmas. It reminded me of the old PL crew days where on max effoet days everyone would lose their shit in excitement for a guy hammering the throttle. It made my day.
crazy Asians lol. That doesn’t happen a lot anymore. Everyone fucking with their phones, selfies, videos for the instagram, loss of human connection.
just wanted to post a happy gym story. Y’all got any good ones? Most of the time I go to the gym and I question my faith in humanity lol