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Anonymous
Sometimes I don't want to go the gym. At those times I remember how much I love doing squats. Weight pressing on your back, your legs moving up and down...oh what great ecstasy. The simple though of such joy sends me sprinting to the gym. I caress each metal weight as I slip it on the small slender metal poll. When I put the newly weighted poll on my back I stand and scream as I lose my mind in squating. Some people might look at me but I don't care. I feel like nothing matters anymore. I squat and stand, stand and squat, my screams fill the gym. But alas, all good things must come to an end. I place the beautiful metal bar back on its rack and wipe the sweat from when we were one. It's hard to stand and my legs feel numb, but it feels good. I walk home with a smile on my face.
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