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I woke up today, and as always before my morning shower I opened my window to let the steam out, and to my surprise it was snowing. I abruptly shut my window, and filled my bathroom, and bedroom with a healthy layer of steam, and condensation. I then drank my workout supplements, and about 30 minutes later felt that wonderful rush of energy I always get before I head to the gym. I crank the Rage Against the Machine, and fall into my daily disciplinary routine. Lift, push, pull. Lift, Push, Pull. Heavy, Heavy, Heavy. Light, Light, Light. Pull up, push up, muscle up, pull down, press, and carry. I am the master of the weights. The weights do not control me, I control them with every fiber in my body. I roar like a lion, every ounce of rage, and anger in my veins is wiped away, like the drops of sweat on my forehead. I am all powerful, the master of my domain, the master of all that I survey. The rips in the skin on my hands, are my battle wounds, that i wear with the pride, and honor of a Samurai. I am stronger than Arnold, I am more powerful than Leonidas from 300, I am Zeus, I am the God of the weights. Nothing is too heavy, nothing is too hard, or difficult. INVICTUS boldly tattooed across my abdomen, symbolizing my unconquerable soul! Fools. I am Superman. I can leap tall buildings in a single bound, more powerful than a locomotive. A perpetual powerful V10 engine, roaring with all the torque, and horsepower in the world! Alas, I take off my gloves, I wash off the sweat on my body, and I am yet again, nothing more then a man. Thank god for the Gym...