I live in a small town, Hickville, Mississippi, so the gym I go to is really small.
Today I walk in to do legs. I notice there is this guy in the rack, I'm going to workout next to him. He has a skull cap on, sweat shirt, Knee Wraps, Gloves, head phones blaring, workout belt and work boots. He has about three shirts on under the sweatshirt. Not real big, but you can tell he works out.
I on the other hand, no wraps, no gloves, no belt. Just t-shirt, shorts, tennis shoes. No headphones, no hat. Don't look like anything, just trying to look like I work out, when I have my clothes off.
I hear him grunting, and screaming while he is lifting. Grunting to his music.
I do a few warm ups, then I'm ready to go right into my 405 squat. I look over at him, he has two plates on each side of his bar. He's done with his set, then sits down to watch me. I bang out 8 good reps, rack the bar. It feels good, so I do my next set with same amount, 8 good reps again. I finish my last set. Then I have to unload the whole bar, so I can set up to do my Stiff leg deads.
He walks over, starts talking about how he got kicked out his last gym for grunting, and dropping weights. He says "I'm trying to be a Professional bodybuilder, you know?" I say, Yeah OK.
He ask's if he can work in with me, cause he needs to do deads too. I say sure. We do a couple warm up sets, then I put 365 on the bar. Bang out a real good set. He unloads the bar to do a set of 225. I don't say anything, figuring he is still warming up. I do 385. then I finish with one more set.
His highest set on deads is 225, he was squatting 225.
I didn't have the heart to tell him, that you don't have to look the look, you just have to get to the gym and bust your ass.
I really don't have a conclusion to the story, but I really wanted to tell it.!
Today I walk in to do legs. I notice there is this guy in the rack, I'm going to workout next to him. He has a skull cap on, sweat shirt, Knee Wraps, Gloves, head phones blaring, workout belt and work boots. He has about three shirts on under the sweatshirt. Not real big, but you can tell he works out.
I on the other hand, no wraps, no gloves, no belt. Just t-shirt, shorts, tennis shoes. No headphones, no hat. Don't look like anything, just trying to look like I work out, when I have my clothes off.
I hear him grunting, and screaming while he is lifting. Grunting to his music.
I do a few warm ups, then I'm ready to go right into my 405 squat. I look over at him, he has two plates on each side of his bar. He's done with his set, then sits down to watch me. I bang out 8 good reps, rack the bar. It feels good, so I do my next set with same amount, 8 good reps again. I finish my last set. Then I have to unload the whole bar, so I can set up to do my Stiff leg deads.
He walks over, starts talking about how he got kicked out his last gym for grunting, and dropping weights. He says "I'm trying to be a Professional bodybuilder, you know?" I say, Yeah OK.
He ask's if he can work in with me, cause he needs to do deads too. I say sure. We do a couple warm up sets, then I put 365 on the bar. Bang out a real good set. He unloads the bar to do a set of 225. I don't say anything, figuring he is still warming up. I do 385. then I finish with one more set.
His highest set on deads is 225, he was squatting 225.
I didn't have the heart to tell him, that you don't have to look the look, you just have to get to the gym and bust your ass.
I really don't have a conclusion to the story, but I really wanted to tell it.!