Focus: Forgetting Clowns and Eating Iron

TRUE STORY in my gym lately… Yes. I realize these are run on sentences, but what can I say? This rant is a damn mouthful. It’s the ultimate test of my level of focus to know I kill it in there despite all of this…

💪•Ultra bright flashes from high powered lenses on Nikons being shot off by mediocre photographers attempting to blind you every other second as they shoot 90% less than professional bodybuilders in “action.”

💪•Clowns doing funny shit like hyper, quarter repping like it ain’t nobody’s business, but thinking they are half repping which also sucks even though they say there is “scientific proof” that half repping works (must have been a half repper that said that).

💪•Ridiculously… seriously ridiculous fuckin’ chatter boxes habitually working the gym floor while interrupting everyone’s workouts and using the gym as an opportunity to chit chat, network and to talk about shitty ass bullshit.

💪•Dorks in teensy, tiny, tight spandex shorts (I just threw up a little bit in my mouth~ put some clothes on~ guys please… that’s not hot) who keeping trying to convince themselves they look like Flex Wheeler, “the Sultan of Symmetry,” when he was 10.

💪•Every single, stinkin’ damn person training the same exact body part as you (of course~ no matter how many times you switch your workout up) though what they really need to be doing is getting the hell out of your way fast and taking their sad ass workout with them.

💪•A straight UFC style, yet hybrid gangsta approach to training in the gym where everyone wants to kick everyone else’s ass bad, choke them out hard, and then knock them out stone cold with an extremely deadly flying roundhouse to the head.