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How do you become a FREAK?

this should be a fucking sticky, so goddamn poetic
 
I walk past them every day at the gym. Same guys doing the same routine looking the exact same as they did 3 months ago. Talking during sets and even while doing cardio. It isn't work, it's fucking social time for them. I can't be social at the gym. I'm not built for it and I don't want it. I'm there to work, to train, to push my body beyond what the average guy can do.

A few guys are there working like a bulldozer at a construction site. Heavy ass poundage's, sweat running down and out of breath they push another rep. I see the pain in their faces and the strain on their bodies. My turn mother fucker. Time to WORK. I warm up imagining the set before I do it. The steroids are pulsing through my body. The tabs dissolved under my tongue. God how I love the taste of D-bol or Anadrol while walking in the gym. I have been pushing the caffeine and getting in the food. I'm ready. I don't pin pussy ass doses. I'm jacked to the max. A gram is child's play. I need to push in just a little more oil. 1,200mg, 1,500mg that week. Maybe a bit more. Fuck it, just fill the barrel all the way and shoot. I am making changes everyday. I don't want to be the same. I can't be the same.

The steel is cold in my hands. I pump out a few fast sets. Load the weight up. Maybe I will get 4 reps. Maybe 5. I look at the guy picking up a chick at the gym. He weighs a buck fifty. What a fucking joke. This isn't a bar its a fucking place of employment. I'm here to WORK. Fuck the chicks. I don't need a girl right now. I need to train. I lift the weight off and it feels heavy. I grind out 6 reps. Hell yeah! I'm just getting started. OH fuck. Here comes some guy telling me how good I look. Looks like he has never trained a day in his life. I ignore his questions and turn up my iPod. I'm trying to concentrate. Get the fuck away from me my mind screams. I have to be cool. Don't want to get kicked out of the gym....again...I feel rage inside me. Good. Channel it. Put it to use. Hit the set again. I don't want to be the guy who shows up and goes through the motions. I want to make changes. God the pain is bad tonight. Lactic acid is heavy in my muscles. Ok, enjoy the pain. Like it. Its good. Trick your mind. I like the pain. I want the pain. I'm grinding out slow heavy ass reps. It burns but I tell myself its good. My rest between sets is minimal. I have done 5 sets but the guy talking to the chick has done none. Fuck he is tiny.

I walk over to the next bench and load up some more weights. I see a monster walking by. He is covered in sweat. He nods. I nod back. Nothing is said. We are both in the same place. We are there to train not talk. He asks for a spot with one word. spot? I nod and ask how many. He says 5 reps. He pushes out 8 with a few forced reps. My turn. The night goes by slow. Its work. Its hard but I have a pump. Time for cardio. I take a piss and get on the treadmill. Bump up the incline and speed. The guy two machines down is walking like he is strolling through the park. He's reading a fucking book. Hell, I can barely read the numbers in front of me on the machine. I am feeling my lungs burn. Just 40 more minutes to go...Fuck my life. Ok, go to that place in your mind far away. I look down and 15 minutes has gone by in what seems like seconds. Good. Go to that place some more. I am absolutely covered in sweat. My shirt looks like I pulled it out of a bucket of water. I finally finish and get off the treadmill.

Its late and I'm hungry. I feel dizzy. I walk out of the gym. and go get some food. Everyone is obese. I can't believe how fat everyone is. They are pigs. I am in a world of fat people. How can these lazy fucks stand it? I feel hate. Why do I hate these fat asses? Its weird but I feel like yelling at them to wake up. The girls are looking at me again. One stops me and touches the ropes for veins in my arm and says nurses must love me when they draw my blood. Its funny but she is right. They do say that. I'm a freak. Its exactly what I want. I'm walking art. My art. My sculpture. Its who I am....Just another day...a day of work to become a FREAK.
 
Fuck heavy, more material for the nightstand, the table. I feel you about fuckers looking to just socialize, I ain't got time to chat, I got shit to do motherfuckers!!! God damn I'm fired the fuck up!!
 
I thought I was the only fucked up person tricking myself into like pain. hmmmm looks like heavy is a little messed up too. But hey, most bodybuilders are ha
 
heavyiron said:
I walk past them every day at the gym. Same guys doing the same routine looking the exact same as they did 3 months ago. Talking during sets and even while doing cardio. It isn't work, it's fucking social time for them. I can't be social at the gym. I'm not built for it and I don't want it. I'm there to work, to train, to push my body beyond what the average guy can do.

A few guys are there working like a bulldozer at a construction site. Heavy ass poundage's, sweat running down and out of breath they push another rep. I see the pain in their faces and the strain on their bodies. My turn mother fucker. Time to WORK. I warm up imagining the set before I do it. The steroids are pulsing through my body. The tabs dissolved under my tongue. God how I love the taste of D-bol or Anadrol while walking in the gym. I have been pushing the caffeine and getting in the food. I'm ready. I don't pin pussy ass doses. I'm jacked to the max. A gram is child's play. I need to push in just a little more oil. 1,200mg, 1,500mg that week. Maybe a bit more. Fuck it, just fill the barrel all the way and shoot. I am making changes everyday. I don't want to be the same. I can't be the same.

The steel is cold in my hands. I pump out a few fast sets. Load the weight up. Maybe I will get 4 reps. Maybe 5. I look at the guy picking up a chick at the gym. He weighs a buck fifty. What a fucking joke. This isn't a bar its a fucking place of employment. I'm here to WORK. Fuck the chicks. I don't need a girl right now. I need to train. I lift the weight off and it feels heavy. I grind out 6 reps. Hell yeah! I'm just getting started. OH fuck. Here comes some guy telling me how good I look. Looks like he has never trained a day in his life. I ignore his questions and turn up my iPod. I'm trying to concentrate. Get the fuck away from me my mind screams. I have to be cool. Don't want to get kicked out of the gym....again...I feel rage inside me. Good. Channel it. Put it to use. Hit the set again. I don't want to be the guy who shows up and goes through the motions. I want to make changes. God the pain is bad tonight. Lactic acid is heavy in my muscles. Ok, enjoy the pain. Like it. Its good. Trick your mind. I like the pain. I want the pain. I'm grinding out slow heavy ass reps. It burns but I tell myself its good. My rest between sets is minimal. I have done 5 sets but the guy talking to the chick has done none. Fuck he is tiny.

I walk over to the next bench and load up some more weights. I see a monster walking by. He is covered in sweat. He nods. I nod back. Nothing is said. We are both in the same place. We are there to train not talk. He asks for a spot with one word. spot? I nod and ask how many. He says 5 reps. He pushes out 8 with a few forced reps. My turn. The night goes by slow. Its work. Its hard but I have a pump. Time for cardio. I take a piss and get on the treadmill. Bump up the incline and speed. The guy two machines down is walking like he is strolling through the park. He's reading a fucking book. Hell, I can barely read the numbers in front of me on the machine. I am feeling my lungs burn. Just 40 more minutes to go...Fuck my life. Ok, go to that place in your mind far away. I look down and 15 minutes has gone by in what seems like seconds. Good. Go to that place some more. I am absolutely covered in sweat. My shirt looks like I pulled it out of a bucket of water. I finally finish and get off the treadmill.

Its late and I'm hungry. I feel dizzy. I walk out of the gym. and go get some food. Everyone is obese. I can't believe how fat everyone is. They are pigs. I am in a world of fat people. How can these lazy fucks stand it? I feel hate. Why do I hate these fat asses? Its weird but I feel like yelling at them to wake up. The girls are looking at me again. One stops me and touches the ropes for veins in my arm and says nurses must love me when they draw my blood. Its funny but she is right. They do say that. I'm a freak. Its exactly what I want. I'm walking art. My art. My sculpture. Its who I am....Just another day...a day of work to become a FREAK.
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this has truely insirped me and im ready to fuck shit up. i having a real hard time not throing my work computer across the room and telling people this is not my real job i should be in the gym working. you posts have honestly make me feel like a lazy fucker. i thought ive been giving it my all. wtf was i thinking. gym will be closed by the time im off. but the beach wont be. i think ill run till my legs fall of. heavy, i look up 2 u.
 
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heavyiron said:
I ran a couple courses of Accutane over a year ago and it has significantly decreased my ability to get acne.
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This.

Had terrible cystic acne on my back as a teen. Accutane zapped the problem and eliminated recurrence as well. :bow:
 
OH fuck. Here comes some guy telling me how good I look. Looks like he has never trained a day in his life. I ignore his questions and turn up my iPod. I'm trying to concentrate. Get the fuck away from me my mind screams.

love this shit, this is me 100% :clapping:
 
another homerun bro, love the part about socializing at the gym. i'm going to hurt a couple of peoples feelings today when i tell them i don't have time to visit! fuck'em i'm not there to visit
 
[FONT=&quot]Dude, I???m a fan and now even more so. Love when it???s told straight up. You???re a god damn literary genius Heavyiron! [/FONT]
 
They need to remake these posters and put Heavy's writings in them....
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I was lifting the same weight about 15 to 20 reps...After I read your post about being a freak...Today I added 60 lbs to the four machines i work on chest with hoping to get 5 or 6 reps and pushed out 8 reps 3 sets on all four machines..fucking mirror lookers staring at me pouring sweat..toilet paper shoved up one nostril to stop it from bleeding..mr. and mrs. weight lifters, the ones that look pretty, don't break a sweat comes up when i'm about to hit the shrug machine and say..you must come here alot..i say, I do what i can..mr. weight lifter says, you sure can tell..



Thanks for the motivation heavyiron...
 
I'll be emailing these to a buddy of mines who would really enjoy this! Words flow effortlessly but mean so much. Thanks Heavy.
 
I have a buddy who I KNOW has this stuff running thru his mind when he lifts, and he does lift like a monster. The problems, tho...

- he THINKS he's huge, but really he's just collecting flab in his chest & becoming more barrel-chested. Dude is strong but he wears double sweathshirts, long shorts and a weight belt all day long. His calves & quads are nothing to write home about and his chest-gut is beginning to hang further over his poor belt.

The bigger deal is that his head is RED all the time. When he lifts, he looks like he's going to burst.

Moral of the story: Hey, up the dose, whatever you want. This guy pops anadrols like TicTacs. But pay attention to your blood pressure and whether or not you're Bulking or just getting fat. Both of these will kill you if you're not paying attention.
 
heavyiron said:
I walk past them every day at the gym. Same guys doing the same routine looking the exact same as they did 3 months ago. Talking during sets and even while doing cardio. It isn't work, it's fucking social time for them. I can't be social at the gym. I'm not built for it and I don't want it. I'm there to work, to train, to push my body beyond what the average guy can do.

A few guys are there working like a bulldozer at a construction site. Heavy ass poundage's, sweat running down and out of breath they push another rep. I see the pain in their faces and the strain on their bodies. My turn mother fucker. Time to WORK. I warm up imagining the set before I do it. The steroids are pulsing through my body. The tabs dissolved under my tongue. God how I love the taste of D-bol or Anadrol while walking in the gym. I have been pushing the caffeine and getting in the food. I'm ready. I don't pin pussy ass doses. I'm jacked to the max. A gram is child's play. I need to push in just a little more oil. 1,200mg, 1,500mg that week. Maybe a bit more. Fuck it, just fill the barrel all the way and shoot. I am making changes everyday. I don't want to be the same. I can't be the same.

The steel is cold in my hands. I pump out a few fast sets. Load the weight up. Maybe I will get 4 reps. Maybe 5. I look at the guy picking up a chick at the gym. He weighs a buck fifty. What a fucking joke. This isn't a bar its a fucking place of employment. I'm here to WORK. Fuck the chicks. I don't need a girl right now. I need to train. I lift the weight off and it feels heavy. I grind out 6 reps. Hell yeah! I'm just getting started. OH fuck. Here comes some guy telling me how good I look. Looks like he has never trained a day in his life. I ignore his questions and turn up my iPod. I'm trying to concentrate. Get the fuck away from me my mind screams. I have to be cool. Don't want to get kicked out of the gym....again...I feel rage inside me. Good. Channel it. Put it to use. Hit the set again. I don't want to be the guy who shows up and goes through the motions. I want to make changes. God the pain is bad tonight. Lactic acid is heavy in my muscles. Ok, enjoy the pain. Like it. Its good. Trick your mind. I like the pain. I want the pain. I'm grinding out slow heavy ass reps. It burns but I tell myself its good. My rest between sets is minimal. I have done 5 sets but the guy talking to the chick has done none. Fuck he is tiny.

I walk over to the next bench and load up some more weights. I see a monster walking by. He is covered in sweat. He nods. I nod back. Nothing is said. We are both in the same place. We are there to train not talk. He asks for a spot with one word. spot? I nod and ask how many. He says 5 reps. He pushes out 8 with a few forced reps. My turn. The night goes by slow. Its work. Its hard but I have a pump. Time for cardio. I take a piss and get on the treadmill. Bump up the incline and speed. The guy two machines down is walking like he is strolling through the park. He's reading a fucking book. Hell, I can barely read the numbers in front of me on the machine. I am feeling my lungs burn. Just 40 more minutes to go...Fuck my life. Ok, go to that place in your mind far away. I look down and 15 minutes has gone by in what seems like seconds. Good. Go to that place some more. I am absolutely covered in sweat. My shirt looks like I pulled it out of a bucket of water. I finally finish and get off the treadmill.

Its late and I'm hungry. I feel dizzy. I walk out of the gym. and go get some food. Everyone is obese. I can't believe how fat everyone is. They are pigs. I am in a world of fat people. How can these lazy fucks stand it? I feel hate. Why do I hate these fat asses? Its weird but I feel like yelling at them to wake up. The girls are looking at me again. One stops me and touches the ropes for veins in my arm and says nurses must love me when they draw my blood. Its funny but she is right. They do say that. I'm a freak. Its exactly what I want. I'm walking art. My art. My sculpture. Its who I am....Just another day...a day of work to become a FREAK.
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This should be added to the first post.
 
The life of an iron warrior is a full time job. It requires 24hour dedication. I see those little potato chips standing around talking in my gym too. We are different though. All I care about is beating my numbers. I can't hardly recognize myself when I stare into the mirror. I look more like a determined predator than a man. When I lay my head down every night I'm thinking about meal 1 and getting up more weight tomorrow than the last time. The shit hurts.....everything hurts.....except my pride cause I look good and those numbers keep going up. I'm gonna push till this shit kills me and I don't really care. Everyones gonna die, only some really live.

I get it bro.
 
The life of an iron warrior is a full time job. It requires 24hour dedication. I see those little potato chips standing around talking in my gym too. We are different though. All I care about is beating my numbers. I can't hardly recognize myself when I stare into the mirror. I look more like a determined predator than a man. When I lay my head down every night I'm thinking about meal 1 and getting up more weight tomorrow than the last time. The shit hurts.....everything hurts.....except my pride cause I look good and those numbers keep going up. I'm gonna push till this shit kills me and I don't really care. Everyones gonna die, only some really live.

I get it bro.
 
The part most people fail at is diet. Eating is a full time job.....its tough increasing cals when your already eating till the point of nausea...or decreasing cals when your shaking from low blood sugar.
 
brundel said:
The part most people fail at is diet. Eating is a full time job.....its tough increasing cals when your already eating till the point of nausea...or decreasing cals when your shaking from low blood sugar.
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this x1000000000000 the drugs are easy to do and obtian. the workout is easy to fit in you schedule even though most poeple dont half as hard as they should. but holy fuck is diet is the hardest part its harder then all the other parts put together, you think your eatiung way more then you are until you actually log it down and realize. i rememerb whern i thought i was eating plenty i started logging it amd realized most days i was over 1k cals short of my goal. then the hredest part of all. making sure what your eating is actually worth q damn and good clean calories and making sdure your gwetting all the nutrition and shit you need. diet is a full time jopb plus overtime
 
god i feel weak as shit, im not dedicated at all i wish i could be, im just being honest kinda makes me feel bad but ive just started, today all day at work my arms and shoulders where burning so much i honestly thought im not gonna make it through this day, however its over now and my arms dont hurt no more. All day at work i thought i shouldnt lift today my arms need to rest but now i read this and think maybe im just starting this is that pain hes talking bout, now im gonna lift fuck it fuck work i have to work all week to 7 days this week OT but still gotta lift. Heavy its honestly intimidating knowing wat it really takes, i hear everyone saying that they get it but maybe they do maybe they dont, i didnt at all. This has me rethinking everything im not trying to be a professional bbder or do comps but i wanna be big im fucking tired of being the skinny guy, the little guy getting pushed around all his damn life. My girl says i lift to much and theres better things i could be doing, im starting to think this relationships at an end because i honestly wanna be different. I havent got shit really to show for this time ive been wasting. Please keep posting Heavy im all alone down here and need someone to push and motivate. Thanks bro, ur a freak lol
 
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