Another day at the gym...

Ah, once again, it was time to work out legs. The last time I wanted to do this, the orange-shirted bandit would not remove himself from the leg press machine. So after changing into my gear, I walked over to said machine. The bandit had already been there, leaving an extra support pad on the machine. I'm thinking YES!!!...I've finally got the machine. So I go to load the bad boy up and find that there are only TWO 45-pound plates on the poles. That flourescent old shit took all the plates with him to that hack squat machine! Grrrr! Eventually, he returned them just after I finished stretching (remember to stretch and warm up before workouts). Now, I could get started with my workout.

In the midst of my workout, I run into my former partner in Adrenaline Rush, "The Natural" Chris Giles. Chris' career was cut short due to a pre-existing neck injury buthe is still in great shape. I spot him on a few lifts and we jokingly talk about a 50-year old guy in the gym we have labeled Horseshoe due to his thin frame and bow legged appearance. Still, I got through with my workout after talking about a variety of wrestling related topics.

A few more pages and I will be done with Bret Hart's book. It's an interesting read.. ..to say the least.

What's on the agenda this weekend? Saturday, I'm in Milledgeville for the GIWA. Then, Sunday, I make my debut for Rampage Pro Wrestling in Warner Robins. It's so funny how disgruntled workers can find their way to shoot boards, preach their own gospel, and try to bury others. Sometimes, I'm their target. Yet, it's even funnier that I wrestle on some of the best shows and gain the acolades they wish they could without hiding behind a screen name.

The moral of the story: this profession smiles on he who works hard and frowns on he who hardly works. Don't hate, congratulate!!!

Laterz, peoples...