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Personal Narrative: Strength And Lift Weights

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Even before I walk into the gym, I can hear grunting and weights slamming against the floor. As I walk over to the bench, in the air there is the smell of hard work, a combination of iron and sweat. The bench is covered with a layer of blue padding with slight tears starting to form from the constant use. I lie atop the bench and put my hands up and grip the barbell. Unracking the weight, the rough knurling begins digging into my hands, making my callouses even thicker. Drawing in a deep breath, I slowly lower my elbows and as the barbell follows, my chest begins to stretch out. Then, in one moment, tightening my triceps, shoulders, and chest, I press up the barbell as I blow out a constant stream of air while flexing my abs as hard as I can. I have become lost. Lost in the weights. I am no longer thinking about school, my problems, or emotions. I am completely focused on lifting the weight. …show more content…

Every day, I go to school, do homework, make sure to finish my chores, hang out with my friends, play sports, etc. Yet on my free time, I love to go to the gym and lift weights, which is an activity that is just as strenuous as what I do throughout the day. While most of my peers spend all their extra time at the beach, the gym is my personal sanctuary. There is no other environment like the weight room. No matter how bad of a day I have, or how unmotivated I am, whenever I walk into the weight room and see guys lifting heavy weights, I am always motivated. Seeing everyone in there sweating and working as hard as they can, pushes me to put in the same kind of effort. The camaraderie is also what is so great about weightlifting. I started to invite all of my friends to come train with me. While some declined my offer, there were those who came along to try it out. Bringing in new people to weightlifting is exciting because I get to have more training partners and also let them experience what I

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