no gym. no weights. just a road to run and a floor to do push-ups on.
i miss my gym at home. i miss the gyms bros. the guys and gals who we all know, who we nod our head at, who we admire at a distance for the sick gains being made. i miss grunting as i pull up the weight. i miss the sweat dripping down my back. the brief escape from reality. the 2 hours a day that my mind shuts off and i focus on the weights. i miss being out of breath, the burning of my muscles. i miss the rock music playing in the back ground. i miss the pump from all the blood rushing to my muscles trying to repair after ive torn them down. i miss getting stronger. i miss feeling like the weight is going to crush me, the pressure on my joints, all of it. i miss feeling like a beast.
soon. three more weeks until im back in the gym. back to my favorite place.
not to say that i cant work out at gyms here (well, i dont know where the gym is and i dont have car...), but there's nothing like your own gym where you know everything.
