Not Work Safe WHAT’S MORE MONDAY THAN MONDAY?!?!?!?!!?
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Can I just hurt myself just a little? Ya know, like a paper cut, small nick with a scalpel
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amorris127289
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THE MUSIC SET TO THIS VIDEO SUCKS SO AS A PJ TOLD US ONE OF HIS INSTRUCTORS TOLD HIM DURING SELECTION, "TURN ON SOME METALLICA MUSIC, FLICK YOUR NUTS, AND THINK ABOUT HOW YOU ARE ABOUT TO MAKE [THIS MONDAY] YOUR B****." HOW DOES SIX AND A HALF MINUTES OF BIG ASS ANIMALS TRYING TO RIP EACH OTHERS THROATS OUT NOT GET YOU JACKED THIS MORNING!?
ON THIS TEAM, WE FIGHT FOR THAT INCH. ON THIS TEAM, WE TEAR OURSELVES AND EVERYONE ELSE AROUND US TO PIECES FOR THAT INCH. WE CLAW WITH OUR FINGERNAILS FOR THAT INCH, BECAUSE WE KNOW WHEN WE ADD UP ALL THOSE INCHES THAT’S GONNA MAKE THE FUCKIN’ DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WINNING AND LOSING! BETWEEN LIVIN’ AND DYIN’!
I’LL TELL YOU THIS: IN ANY FIGHT, IT’S THE GUY WHO’S WILLING TO DIE WHO’S GONNA WIN THAT INCH. AND I KNOW IF I’M GONNA HAVE ANY LIFE ANYMORE, IT’S BECAUSE I’M STILL WILLIN’ TO FIGHT AND DIE FOR THAT INCH. BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT LIVIN’ IS! THE SIX INCHES IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE!!
A mixture of blood and sweat dripped from my soft callus free hands onto the hot gym floor. The aggressive knurling of the bar had torn my soft skin apart just as the weight on the bar crushed my back and broke my mind. My lungs burned, my legs burned, everything burned. It was the summer before my freshman year in high school and up to this point I had never experienced something so difficult in my young pubescent life. I wanted to quit. I wanted to rack the weight. But just as these primal survival instincts kicked-in, a booming voice behind me yelled “Stay under the bar”.
My fear of the man standing behind me kept me going and I finished the set and quickly racked the weight to run out and vomit in the hot Georgia sun. It was July and you could see a humid haze in the open air conditioning-less gym. As I wiped the vomit from my mouth and walked back into the weight room I was greeted by a nod and an approving smirk from my high school strength coach. He had been standing behind me, he had watched me start to break both physically and mentally, and he brought me back from the brink of defeat with four simple words…Stay…Under…The…Bar. The bar serves as our adversary. A cold and menacing opponent waiting to be loaded with plates and team-up with its’ friend gravity to kick your ass. It will not tire, it will not ask you to “take it easy this round”. It is just there. Ready to fight you in perpetuity.
Many times the battles take place with no spectators, no one to say it did or did not happen. You can simply walk away and not subject yourself to such ritualistic self-castigation. But there lies the first part of the exercise, having the wherewithal to not succumb to the temptation of quitting or not even starting because no one will know but you.The anonymity of quitting and avoiding pain are seductive sirens that will pull you away from the bar just as the sirens in the Odyssey tried to pull Odysseus from his ship. But just as Odysseus had himself tied to the mast, you must lash yourself to the bar. For in resisting the urge for self-preservation, for pushing hard, for embracing the suck, you have established a mental habit that will set you apart from the rest of society. When faced with adversity you do not cower but fight, no matter who is or is not watching. Today the adversary might just be a cold metal bar and rusty steel plates. Tomorrow the adversary might be much more formidable or it might not. Either way you are going to face it and give it everything you have. You will “stay under the bar” until the set is complete.
“EVERY TIME YOU TRAIN, TRAIN WITH THE MOTIVATION AND PURPOSE THAT YOU WILL BE THE HARDEST PERSON SOMEONE EVER TRIES TO KILL”
THIS IS NOT MONDAY, THIS IS YOUR DAY.
I was wondering if you were going to get off your ass and post a Monday Thread.
Slacker.
Slacker.
I WAS SO BUSY GETTING MY MONDAY ON THAT I FORGOT TO MONDAY THE REST OF THE BOARD!!!!!!!!!!!
I am on vacation for 6 god damned days starting tomorrow. For my Monday night work, I will go to Chiptole and tear the fuck out of some taco's. I will do the Shadowspear rain dance in hopes that I do not get calls, shot or hit by a truck or beer flavored vomit in my eyes. Then fuck em. Off. I am taking Maria and my pop to a model train shop show this Thursday (pops favorite) and this will give ma some time to herself w/o pop bugging her. Then I have a Halloween party on Friday, my bday. All starts with fucking Monday. Pray I don't get crushed by a train! GOD SPEED FOLKS! GOD FUCKING SPEED!
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@amorris127289 BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT LIVIN’ IS! THE SIX INCHES IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE!!
In my best Sterling Archer voice...."PHRASING!!!! "
In my best Sterling Archer voice...."PHRASING!!!! "
I enjoy reading these Monday threads on a Tuesday.
MONDAY!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!
Translation: I was in bed whacking off to Nickelback and forgot it was Monday.
IF I WANT TO BEAT OFF TO A VILE FANTASY, I'LL THINK ABOUT AN F-35 BEING FMC BEFORE 2020, CONDUCTING GUN RUNS ON WHOEVER WE'RE KILLING THAT WEEK!!!!!!!!!
Fuck yeah!
