This gym known as a power gym my many friend go to this gym . and workout for many hours they all going in this gym . this gym trainer is very good and all the member of this gym is very good. For an hour and a half each day, a war rages between my body and my mind, my vanity and my lethargy. My masochistic need for pain battles the comfort of quitting, angels and demons fighting over the same fundamental question: Why the hell am I here?
It’s time. I put aside whatever I’m doing and don my armor: shorts, running shoes and a sleeveless shirt. My heart rate accelerates as I put in my headphones. To begin the ritual, I take a tasteless white powder that allows my muscles to produce more force for a longer period of time. I take a scoop of the bleached substance. It’s fine texture is deceivingly gritty on the surface of my tongue and I need a substantial amount of cold water to wash it down. There’s no going back. Time speeds up.
I’m here; full of determination, roaring music in both ears, water bottle in hand. This is my Iron Temple, my second home. Bright industrial lights dangle from the ceiling; pungent sweat invades my nostrils; echoes of agony make me smile. I come here for only one reason, improvement through torture. No pain, no gain.
I sit down on the bench and grip the metal bar, cold and sleek. The sweat of the previous occupant stains the soft rubber cushion where I place my head. As I look up, I see the gargantuan metal fans slice the air above me. I go through the motions, gradually increasing weight until I reach my work-set. Stacking fifty-five pounds on each side until they total a hundred-and-fifty pounds, I feel nervous. Then I remember why I’m here. I lie down on the bench, arch my back, grip the bar, take a deep breath and begin. they all give me a good advice about gym they have a big apace for parking and they have a good area for gym . this gym al machine are genuine.