When I went to the gym I got rid of every alien thought in my
mind. I tuned in to my body as though it were a musical instrument
I was about to play. In the dressing room I would start
thinking about training, about every body part, what I was going
to do, how I was going to pump up. I would concentrate on
procedure and results until my everyday problems went floating
away. I knew that if I went in there concerned about bills or girls
and let myself think about those things while doing bench
presses, I'd make only marginal progress. I'd seen guys reading
the newspaper between sets day after day, and they always
looked bad. Some of them had been going through the motions
of training for years, and you couldn't tell that they had ever
picked up a weight. It had been nothing more than some heartless
pantomime.
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