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He thought to himself, “Why bother?” He grumbled and quickly responded “Shut up Brian” realizing a weak thought like that could sabotage a training session. “You’ve been here before dude” he reassured himself.
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It was not warm in the valley today as he rolled up to the park. The wind would cut through his cotton-T and the dryness of his throat would not be satisfied even though he was taking sips of water.
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“Get out of the truck” he told himself aloud putting on an old sweaty beanie that has missed a few launderings.
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“This thing stinks” and “Bro! Your knee sleeves reek” he sneered to himself slipping them over his chapped chins.
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“Just find a heavy single man and get out of here” Grabbing his wrist wraps and the barbell from the back of his Tacoma he set up. “Get it done” he said to himself and clinched the cold steel of the bar.
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The park is dead today and winter time is unfolding as the dry leaves blow across an empty basketball court. /
Summer mornings of people exercising and children on the court is replaced by retired senior citizens walking their dogs and picking up poop.
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“Do another one” he mumbles to himself and an old gray hair man with a retriever walks by and says “Good morning!” He replies as customary of a Texan born U.S. Marine confidently replying “Morning sir!”
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The old man nods his head and moves along. No time spent chatting since both men are on task and the weightlifter bends over to do another rep. #shortstories #literature #writing #story #tell #weightlifting #train #usmc #winter #outdoors #message #losangeles #marines #family #adversity #faith

He thought to himself, “Why bother?” He grumbled and quickly responded “Shut up Brian” realizing a weak thought like that could sabotage a training session. “You’ve been here before dude” he reassured himself. / It was not warm in the valley today as he rolled up to the park. The wind would cut through his cotton-T and the dryness of his throat would not be satisfied even though he was taking sips of water. / “Get out of the truck” he told himself aloud putting on an old sweaty beanie that has missed a few launderings. / “This thing stinks” and “Bro! Your knee sleeves reek” he sneered to himself slipping them over his chapped chins. / “Just find a heavy single man and get out of here” Grabbing his wrist wraps and the barbell from the back of his Tacoma he set up. “Get it done” he said to himself and clinched the cold steel of the bar. / The park is dead today and winter time is unfolding as the dry leaves blow across an empty basketball court. / Summer mornings of people exercising and children on the court is replaced by retired senior citizens walking their dogs and picking up poop. / “Do another one” he mumbles to himself and an old gray hair man with a retriever walks by and says “Good morning!” He replies as customary of a Texan born U.S. Marine confidently replying “Morning sir!” / The old man nods his head and moves along. No time spent chatting since both men are on task and the weightlifter bends over to do another rep. #shortstories #literature #writing #story #tell #weightlifting #train #usmc #winter #outdoors #message #losangeles #marines #family #adversity #faith

#shortstories #literature #writing #story #tell #weightlifting #train #usmc #winter #outdoors #message #losangeles #marines #family #adversity #faith

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