Let’s take a daydream break: MY GYM
October 10, 2009 by OCstrength
Filed under Featured, Homemade Gear
Welcome to the NEW OCSF…step into my mind for a minute.
You walk in…no receptionist. Maybe a beast taking a break. No front desk, just a box labeled “Leave your negativity in here” To your left is 3 row machines being cranked on…you cant hear em over the blaring music though. New sign ups need to be done outback, in the ally..the music is too loud to talk. It is an interview, not an MI (member interested) as you are called at 24 Fitness.
All the way in the back corner there are 3 huge tires and 6 hammers stacked up, today is not a tire flipping day. The garage type door is rolled open and 2 warehouse fans crank…there is no AC in this place. We do work at OCSF, we don’t workout. Nobody is talking here. A conversation takes place outside the door, they’re already done training.
If you’re caught texting during a session, you are asked to leave. If you lose the eye of the tiger, your membership is revoked.
Battle ropes hang from the ceiling like ponytails from God. There is ZERO treadmills and 3 power racks. There are no shortage of locations to do the basic ass kickers, push ups, pull ups, dips, squat, press, LIFT… Stones riddle the right hand corner in the back, various height loading platforms.
There is a double lined trash can labeled “Please Puke Here” and you are expected to empty it yourself.
WELCOME TO YOUR NEW GYM.
Box jumps, burpees, tuck jumps, the Animal…welcome to the cardio room.
People come here to UNLEASH THE BEAST…and who is that? That is Mike…he is dancing around like a fuckin maniac from his own training session. Ignore him…
The pile of kettlebells looks nothing short of an avalanche of metal tears. The last ‘prospect’ that asked “what are those” was immediately asked to leave…on the spot. Luckily, you still have some time to find out… There is a plethora of dumbbells, but none are shiney. The only cables in here are the ones that roll open the door. Next to the tires, are sleds….parked like war tanks, ready to attack anyone willing to step up.
Pictures, signs, and messages label the walls…reminding you that you are here to TRAIN. SHUT UP AND TRAIN.
Outback, you have one beast pushing a sled next to another running 40yard sprints. Puking outside is fine…
You do not come to this place to ‘relax’ or sit in a stinky fuckin sauna…YOU COME TO TRAIN.
Just pretend with me for one minute….close your eyes….CAN YOU FUCKIN IMAGINE???
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!!! Just remember, thoughts become things…
Coming soon…it’s on!
-Mike
PS- I really don’t know why it means so much to me. Why so intense? Won’t you scare off clients? I can’t answer that question. I don’t care. Folks, this is ME…take it or leave it.
I WON’T CHANGE…failure before fake.
For now...have tire, will travel.
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