Welcome

They are only weights just as the paint doesn't make the artist. The music changes to something more ominous. A glob of adrenaline dumps into the veins. Why this shaking? Try to laugh. Act as if this is every day. Inside, truth gives a slap in the mouth. This isn't every day. This isn't just another hour. This is Midnight Madness. The cold outside tells you to stay home. Why listen?The chill of a fifty pounder makes your calloused hand sting. Those that came before aren't smiling. Those that came before prepare quietly to themselves, anticipating the glorious menu that chef pain has cooked up for them. They aren't disappointed. They dig in to a feast of devastating enlightenment. Welcome to the madness. Welcome to the revolution.