The day started like any other.

I got to the gym with my headphones already on. I hadn't worked out in a few days on account of the soreness from my last session, so by the time I got there I was ready to go. 5:00 is my least favorite time to hit the weights, mainly because the gym is packed full of fat middle aged men who've spent the last 8 hours in a cubicle. Fortunately for me, at least I had my state-of-the-art 1 gigabyte MP3 player loaded up with house music.

Started off on the treadmill, par usual. Worked my way over to the squat rack. Lately, I've been doing a 3 x 3 powerlifting routine that looks like this:

3 exercises: the squat, bench press, and deadlift.

3 sets of each exercise.

3 repetitions per set.

Lift as much as you can for 3 reps.

That's what I usually do. And that's why I was so sore for the past two days. Today was a dynamic workout though, which basically means you do the concentric part of the rep as fast as possible to recruit the fast twitch (Type B and C) muscle fibers.

Confused yet? Doesn't matter because its not the point! Speaking of which, I'll get to that right now. I finished my squats and presses and was halfway done with the deadlifts when I took a break to drink from the water fountain.

On my way back, I see one of the aforementioned middle aged men taking weights off my bar. I thought to myself,

"Okay. He probably thought I was done. No big deal."

But then I see the idiot start doing CURLS! Big fat grey-haired guy with a gold necklace and a cutoff shirt. I mean, it wasn't THAT big of a deal. I easily went over to the rack of untouched barbells, picked one off and finished my sets.

The moral of the story?

GO TO THE GYM IN THE MORNING!

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