𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐓

There really is nothing else quite like grasping a barbell in your hands and giving it a healthy hoist. The satisfaction gained from heaving and hauling hundreds of pounds over the course of an hour will accompany you for every task that follows your workout, gifting you a physical edge over just about any commission that requires completing. Daily exercise neatly places everything else into perspective. When it comes to work and chores, what about any of them is truly difficult? In comparison to a few strenuous sets of squats, the mowing of a lawn or discarding of some garbage becomes minuscule by juxtaposition. Just as you're about to loose a barrage of complaints about how busy and sapped you are, you take a thoughtful look back to the morning's appointment with the metal. You visualize yourself feeling the bar in your hands as you duck underneath it, perceiving the coolness of the steel as it sits upon your trapezius muscles. Carefully walking the bar backward, you then appropriate your feet accordingly, being sure to raise your heels on a plank of wood to further engage your quadriceps as you descend into your first repetition. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you feel a synergistic sense of nervous excitement thrum through your chest. This isn't going to be easy. Down you go for the first of twenty reps, utilizing the entirety of your lower structure to bring about penultimate thigh stimulation. Calves, gluteals, hamstrings and quadriceps working in tandem to defy gravity by thrusting you upwards, all in an effort to return you to where you had just started, back to the starting position, sprinkling your conscience with eagerness, heartening you towards completing the reps remaining to be confronted. Down... up. Down... up. Slowly but surely. Methodically. You're getting through it. The weight loaded onto the barbell hasn't changed but the squats are increasing in difficulty. Your heart rate quickens along with your breathing as a bead of sweat rolls off your forehead and splashes on the floor. You chance a swift glance at the ground to take note of where your perspiration has fallen, inwardly asking why you put yourself through such mental and physical paces. But you already know the answer to the query before you've even begun to contemplate it. This challenge, this monumental exertion puts everything into perspective. Compared to this enervating contest with Brother Iron and Sister Steel, all else seems minute, miniature and microscopic. You live to see this set through and you're the champion of your day - nothing can stop you. With five repetitions left, you steel your gaze and consume a mighty inhalation of oxygen. This set ends now. Growling as you grind through the final strokes of your chosen movement, hidrosis blanketing your face and shoulders as you systematically trounce every last rep left in your set. Your legs quiver as you gasp for air. Walking the bar back towards the rack is not unchallenging, but you lay it to rest along with what feels like the endmost ounce of your energy. Yeah, the rest of the day is going to be a cakewalk compared to what you just accomplished... and you've still got four sets left. Until next time, be well and be happy.

PEF

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