Many different levels of pain exist in the world: getting a paper cut, breaking an arm, losing a loved one, childbirth…not a damn one of them compares to getting up and down off of a toilet the day after leg day

            Seth and Adam didn’t have a clock yet, so anything that was timed had to be done with their phones.  He walked over to the stereo and turned it up to the point where you could feel the vibrations through the floor.  The walls started shaking when the guitars kicked in.  My heart started pounding when:

“Alright, ten seconds, get ready!”

This is it, no turning back now

I can do this

“Seven! Six!, Five!…”

Get in position, where’s my kettle bell?

“Four!

Ok, grab chalk

“Three! Two!”

Plates set up

“One! Go, Buddy!”

I was standing over the kettle bell at this point, so I squatted down and grabbed the handle

Chest proud, butt out, throw your hips back

“One, two, three”

(Drowning deep, in my sea of loathing)

“Four, five, six”

(Broken, your servant I…Kneel…Will you give in to me?)

“Seven” Run to the plates

(It seems what’s left of my human side, is slowly changing, in me, Will you give in to me?)

Jump onto the plates, stand up, jump down

“One”

(Looking at my own reflection)

“Two”

(And suddenly it changes, violently it changes)

“Three”

(There is no turning back now)

“Four”

(You’ve woken up the demon…)

“Five”

(IN MEEEEE!!!)

Run to the bar, jump up, lift knees

(Get up, come on, get down with the sickness!)

“One”

(Get up, come on, get down with the sickness!)

“Two”

(Get up, come on, get down with the sickness!)

“Three”

(Open up your hate and let it flow into me)

Ok, that wasn’t so bad, little out of breath

“Buddy, don’t stop, keep going!”

(Get up, come one, get down with the sickness!)

Run to the kettle bell

(You mother get up)

Pick it up, and squat

(Come on, get down with the sickness)

“One”

(You fucker, get up)

“Two”

(Come on, get down with the sickness)

“Three”

(Madness is the gift)

“Four”

(That has been given to me)

“Five”

All I hear are drums and my heartbeat, starting to break a sweat

“Six, Seven”

Legs are already getting tired

(I can see inside you)

Plates

(The sickness is rising)

Jump, stand up, hop down

(Don’t try to, deny what you, feel…Will you give in to me?)

“One”

(It seems that all that)

“Two”

(Was good has died)

“Three”

(And is decaying… in me)

“Four”

(Will you give in to me?)

“Five” God, this takes a long time!

(It seems you’re having some trouble)

Run to the bar, jump up

(In dealing with these changes)

Lift! Ow! My hands hurt

“One”

(Living, a with these changes)

“Two”

(The World is a scary place)

“Three”

(Now that you’ve woken up the demon, IN MEEE!!!)

“Attaboy, keep going!

Need to breathe for a sec, legs are hurting a bit

(Get up, come on, get down with the sickness)

Water, need water

(Get up, come on, get down with the sickness)

Ok, round three, kettle bell over there

(Get up, come on, get down with the sickness, open up your hate and let it flow into me)

Lift, squat, “One”

(You mother, get up, come on)

“Two”

(Get down with the sickness)

“Three”

(You fucker, get up, come on)

“Four”

(Get down with the sickness)

“Five, six, ow”

(Madness is the gift that has been given to me)
“Seven”, Wait, what happened to the song… must be the radio edit.

Get to the plates, hurry

(OH AH AH AH!)

Jump, “One”

(Get up, come on, get down with the sickness)

“Two” legs heavy

(Get up, come on, get down with the sickness)

“Three”

(Get up, come on, get down with the sickness)

“Four”

(Open up your hate, and let it flow into me)

“Five”

(You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness)

Over to the bar, faster dammit!

(You fucker, get up, come on, get down with the sickness)

“One”

(Madness has now)

“Two”

(Come over me)

“Three” I feel blisters forming; I’m not used to this

A familiar guitar riff comes out of the speakers; I used to listen to this song on the treadmill when I was still running every day.

Back to the kettle bell

(Warm yourself by the fire, son)

To be continued