This morning is one of those mornings where I really don’t want to think too much. It is hot and so am I. My body is on fire for a good strong workout and all I can feel right now is a feeling of strength. I just want to rip and tear muscle to the point of pain.
With each routine I do this morning I can feel the rush of my blood pounding through my veins and filling my working muscles with heat and nourishment. Any sugar which remains in my blood stream is being depleted and deposited into muscle fibers as my energy levels slowly decreases throughout my session, and yet I pound on.
I think to myself, yes, this is they way I should be working out each time I pick up a heavy weight. I am strong and fierce, I am alive. I am a man on fire with deep primal urges to overpower my enemy, which in this case is the heavy weight I am lifting. I am strong today. The sweat pours off of my skin and flows down to cool my body. I stand tall, strong and hard as the mighty oak tree bearing the forces of a powerful storm. I AM MAN!