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Testing Your Limits
Sat back and staring at the plates, alone in a room full of people.
The gym is packed to the rafters, with folk trying to conquer their demons.
Trying to soothe their guilty conscious, after a weekend of junk food, drink and mistreatments.
As you glare across at those cast-iron plates loaded upon the leg press, you may as well be in another world, oblivious to the goings-on that surrounds you.
The rhythmic beat of the music that plays loud within your ear pods, it seems to be coming from a faraway land as if they are whispers from the gods.
Your time is almost up, you’ve had your minutes rest. You cut loose from the reverie, deep rage, there’s a fire burning in your chest.
You calculate the weight that you’ve loaded onto the rack, now it’s time to get serious, under pressure you must not crack.
First goes your left foot then followed by the right, both pressed against the plate now, there’s no going back.
Three deep breaths then push, enough to unhook the safety supports, it’s just you and the weight of the world now as the background slowly distorts.
