Hearts beating faster than ever, blood flowing throughout my body, lusting oxygen. Breath in and out. Realizing the amount of weight above me, I freeze. Knowing that if I was to drop the weight it would crush me. A rep I do is like a crusade for victory between my mind and body against the weight above me. Chest burning while gasping for breath I push the weight up. Continuously repeating the process knowing it'll only get harder and harder; my body screeching like tires on a road when stomping on the breaks. Why would I put myself through this?
Growing up I've never really felt passionate about anything. Until recently i learned about bodybuilding. I started because i was out of shape and knew i had to do something about it. So decided
Growing up I've never really felt passionate about anything. Until recently i learned about bodybuilding. I started because i was out of shape and knew i had to do something about it. So decided