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(continuation from Thursday September 9, 2010)

My workday was nothing special. As per usual, it involved me and my new best friend, garbage. The only difference this day, was that I actually had something to look forward to.

After work, dinner and my meeting I was planning on meeting up with Roy to finally get some work out time in. This was going to be something new, and to be honest, it made me a little nervous. I still wasn’t too sure about Roy, and I didn’t think Roy was too sure about me.

Before I got in real heavy with drinking and my drugs of choice, I was devoted to working out and staying in shape. My job in the Navy required this of me, and I required it of myself. I have some pretty serious workout knowledge stored in this here head of mine, but my body was no where near where it used to be and was a far cry away from where my mind was.

The last couple of weeks leading up to this moment my weight fluctuated drastically. I had lost 15lbs. in just ten days. I was starting to feel like my normal old self again, so adding some high intensity to my every day routine was going to be interesting. I was real curious to see how my body would respond to the sudden shock and awe of this upcoming gym session.

My day dragged a little bit, but I attributed this to the fact that I was looking forward to something so much. When I headed down to dinner, I made sure to get a good meal in. I ate my meatloaf and all of my vegetables like a good little boy and left the table before any of the guys even sat down to eat.

All I kept thinking about was working out with Roy. I had about 25 minutes before my night meeting so I decided to use my time wisely and get a shower in. Showers had always calmed my muscles down, plus I smelt like garbage.I was killing two birds with one stone.

I went to my room to get my soap, shampoo, and a towel. I noticed that I was getting a little low on soap, and started to panic. What the hell was I going to do when I ran out? I couldn’t worry about that though, it hadn’t happened yet, and I had other issues to think about.

When I got out of the shower and headed back to my room, the heat of the night was starting to seep onto our floor. It was so hot that it didn’t even matter if I dried myself off, because within an instant you were soaking wet again with sweat.

It was time for my meeting, so I ran down the six floors to the Chapel. All of the “newbies’ were already there and talking about there issues.

I started to make a self observation about how I felt when I left these meetings. I always felt lighter. They truly started to give me back some self worth, and at the time I could use every ounce I could get. It was in these meetings that I realized that everything was going to be OK, and it gave me faith.

Before I knew it the meeting was over and I could finally go meet Roy in the gym. I made it down to the basement before he could get there and sat there a while by myself. The air on the lowest level was so thick it felt like you were breathing through a damp blow dryer and just standing there I found myself drenched.

So here I was, shaved head, donated shirt with holes a pair of donated jeans, and some knock-off Adidas. I was ready to to work out. I felt good given all I had on my body to work with, and it wasn’t much. Jeans to work out in? I felt like I had something to prove tonight. Tonight was the night I was going to earn some respect.

I finally heard someone coming down the stairs and looked up to see Roy headed my way. Roy’s eyes were filled with fire, and he looked like he was ready for battle. I actually started to question myself, and exactly what I had gotten into.

I was drawn to Roy’s intensity and his style so I kept my mouth shut and didn’t say a word. He looked me up and down and just smiled. And in that exact moment we understood each other. Without words.

He opened the gym door and I was a little upset by the equiptment that was before me. Roy looked at me and said, ” it’s not much, but we can do some damage down here.” His comment snapped me out of what I was thinking. I mean what the hell did I really expect, Muscle Beach?

I gave Roy a once over and noticed he had a small leather CD case held under his arm. He popped in some old school Run DMC and started to jam out.

He turned to me and asked what I wanted to tackle first. I looked around perplexed. We had mismatched dumbbells that ranged from 5lbs all the way up to 70lbs, one bench, one preacher curl, and a leg machine for quads.

After examining the equipment a little bit more thoroughly, I looked back up at Roy and said, “Why don’t you show me what you got, and I will follow.” To which he replied, “Oh, it’s like that, huh?” We both started laughing.

So there we were, me, Roy, Run DMC and some shitty weights. What I didn’t know then was that Roy was about to teach me about my life, about what I was really made of and more importantly, about what my future would have in store.

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