I don't know if you could tell from my last few posts, but I've been going a little stir crazy lately. My wife's gone, I essentially can't go to work, and that means I can't be with any of my friends. It's just me and Precious, and frankly I think she's getting sick of listening to me talk.
So today, I decided to go to the one place in which I am completely in control. My sanctuary. The gym.
As I posted earlier, I had to find a new gym recently as per the stipulation of my suspension that banned me from all team and league facilities. This meant no more world class trainers, no more top of the line equipment, and most importantly, no more whirlpools (I really miss the whirlpools). Instead, now I have work out with the unwashed masses, "working in" sets with other people and waiting for an open treadmill. And don't get me started on the amount of old dude ass I have to see in the one working sauna.
People always ask me if "the field is my home", or if I "live for gameday". But the fact is, I don't. I live for the gym. I'm at home in the gym. When I'm on the field, I'm unpredictable. I don't know what I'll do or what I'm capable of (and I think my track record of fines speaks to that...). I can lash out in any direction, and often it's just the nearest person to me that feels my wrath. But in the gym, now that's a different story. In the gym, it's just me and the weights.
With Anthrax, Megadeath or the like blasting in my headphones, I am isolated from the outside world. I approach the weight and address it formally, although the kindness is a front. We both know my intentions aren't pure. As my gloved hands grip the steel, I take a sharp, deep breath, trying to shock my body as if I'd just dove into an ice cold lake. The next breath is slower, more precise, as I visualize the end product that I'm trying to build. A better me. A perfect me. One final breath, where I close my eyes on the inhale, and on the exhale I open them, facing my reflection in the mirror in front of me. But before I have time to even recognize my own face, I explode, triggering a series of muscle contractions, some of which I didn't know existed. I let out a guttural scream, announcing my dominance to the world around me. As I put the weight down, my face becomes flush like a satisfied lover... Which is exactly what I am.
That feeling. That release. It's what I live for.