Brutality and salvation live in a rack in the gym. God has proven that one cannot exist without the other.
We fake confidence all day while we avoid true friendship. True friends are honest and honest usually hurts. Fake friends don’t even notice counterfeit confidence. They are too busy creating their own false persona to see through ours. At least the rack is honest. Racks don’t accept the invented version of ourselves that has sold well all day. They breed honesty by allowing freedom, forcing position, and solidifying commitment. If you don’t have the balls to leave it all at the rack, you will lose.
Racks are tight even though there is plenty of room. When it gets heavy, they feel even smaller. When things get real, their metal gets sharp. When we believe we are weak, they agree….painfully. When we accept our strength…they reward.
I stepped in the rack. The only window, dirty from decades of dirt, allowed a glimmer of fresh light to bounce off the sweat that crept up the walls like hard work wallpaper. Naturally, as if I was a bolt getting tightened, I tensed every muscle I knew I had, some that I didn’t. “There you are”, I said, that thing I missed all day-me. I looked up, I sank my heels into a dark floor resembling a slaughterhouse. The killing floor that murders the weak versions of us….yesterdays version. I raised my chin and in that rack for a fraction of a second, I forgot….everything.
-Weighted strict pull-up AHAP
-Kipping handstand push-up
Alternating EMOM 10 Minutes
*Choose a rep range and weight that allows for quality reps, and perfect technique. No more than (8) reps on each round of pull-ups. HSPU are to be cyclical and pretty.
-Pick a skill to kill
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