It’s been a while since I’ve experienced the adrenaline rush from weight lifting. Weightlifting has become a means to an end, rather than both the means and the end. Routines have been dull, motivation has been mediocre, and I haven’t really pushed myself.
Tonight I reclaimed old muscle head glory! It was a completely random routine comprised primarily of deadlifts and pull ups, but it did the trick. I was in the zone; a rabid, wild eyed, Brahma bull wielding an air guitar. Well, that’s what I THINK I looked like. More than likely I looked like a complete douche. Nevertheless, tonight I reclaimed the rush.