I still remember that moment as if it was 3 minutes ago. I was walking down the hill, next to what was known as the most hard core gym in the country. I heard the music blasting from outside the gym walls. The music and the vibe was literally bleeding through the walls and as I walked down the hill, heard the music, felt the energy…. I forgot that my back was feeling strange.
I opened the door and the loud music, sweat and stench in the air hit my face like a ton of bricks. A good ton of bricks, though, the kind of bricks man wishes he could be hit with. I saw men train balls to the wall everywhere my eyes turned.
I heard weights clanking and loud weights being slammed to the floor. It was “Go Time” and I saw no other way then to go to war…. it was leg day. I put my jacket away and made my way to the stationary bike to warm up, right by the gym counter. The music was so loud my ears were ringing but I also had goosebumps because I was feeling super human at the moment, I kid you not. I felt like a machine.
One of the big guys walked by me when I was 3 minutes into riding my bike and said, “Yo, Zach, whatchu trainin’ today?” I answered him with thunder in my voice….. “I’m training legs today and if you wanna train with me you better come correct because I’m CRAZY today!”
He didn’t train with me. I think I scared him off. When the clock hit 5 minutes I began my warm up before attacking the squat rack. I squatted 455 for 6 reps that day. My adrenaline was so high my back musta been communicating with my brain to let me finish this workout.
The workout continued, set after blistering set. Everything around me was a blur, except for the weights that I had in my hands or on my back. I finished with stiff leg deadlifts at 385 lbs for 5 reps.
The workout had finished and I felt I’d had the best damn workout of my life. I walked outside, up the hill, in the cold air. Steam rose from my face in the cold winter night and I hopped in my truck and…