I am going to walk you through my C4 journey this morning while I type to you in Starbucks. Better yet…..please, join me. Lets fly together. Lets dream together and conquer together. Lets become brothers in a world of war together. Lets drink the dancing water in a room of dark, as we get high doing what we love. shhhh…..I can hear society outside these boarded walls….lower your candle young lad, we must never let them find us. Take the bars and squat racks to the back. Shelter the plates and find homes for the clips…….we all know those clips have a mind of their own. They were born bastards in a sport that uses them in training as much as peanut butter on pancakes. Bring the dancing water to the table. Now….Before we start, let me stop this blog for a minute to give you time to grab your C4 and watch the magical dust fall from the sky and then twirl in your water……turning your cup from clear to the color of your flavor. I choose strawberry……so let there be blood! Let the sky turn from light morning blue….to the dark red that flows through my veins! OK…….have you poured? good. Now raise your cup, glass, water bottle, old coffee mug, skull of a lion…….cheers. Cheers to the day, to our loved ones, and the ones we protect from harm. Cheers to the iron sport we call life, that separates us from them, the weak form the strong, the sheep from wolves, better yet…….as we call them here in the dark orchestra……the ones with soft hands…..
First gulp down as I crack these little black keys. I close my eyes and wait……wait for the rush of joy and the taste of all my insecurities leaving my body like blood from a cut. The cracks of my skin slither like small snakes, running rivers of fresh water amongst my body washing away the day before, giving me a new fresh look on this life we walk upon each day. My skin itches with pleasure, so much that water drips from my eyes, as the goose bumps from my cracked skin raise like the wave on top of a gold medal podium. The itch…..starting from my cheeks, crawling up to my eyes, seeping into my skull, and then like a water fall……down my whole body as if I was born new. My fingers type faster, as my mind becomes sharper. The world around me spins slower, as my concentration becomes better. The pain in my knees starts to seep away like a high tree in a moving fog. My back grows spikes to keep me safe from the back stabbers that lurk during the day, and the two faced monsters who hide at night. My senses grow consistent to a spider, giving me the power in separating the closet haters, to the ones who truly have my best interest. My foot now taps to the violin song I will post above. I write to its rhythm. The beat moves me as the C4 runs through me. I am strong when I am confident…….sadly I need dancing water to keep this instrument tuned and sound, for without it I am not as sound, I am weak and less bound. The room now completely dark, a great time for us to take another gulp……better yet….this time lets take a giant chug…...
Belly of warmth…..as bones grow bigger, and muscles become stronger. At this point we are dangerous…..unknowing what we will do nor say, not as scared at the punishment that may lay. Another chug down…..as now my heart beats fast like the snatch. Hang snatches are the fastest because of the stretch reflex the athlete can use if done properly……C4 is a triple hang snatch above the knee, fast and violent like a pirate ship set out to sea. I wonder if Shankle is reading this blog, if so you better put down that sweet Louisiana ice tea…..get your self some of this skin itching, belly warming, red sea flowing, water dancing, pain relieving, weightlifting hulk juice we call the 4th element of the C. Late, late at night when the Orchestra is the quietest ……The lion killer has been rumored to lark in the dark. Its been chattered about throughout the halls a few of the skeletons sitting in the very back row listing to the Orchestra play on an ordinary day…..that lion heads have been found all throughout this old forgotten auditorium. Who be-headed them? and why? I have a pretty good guess on both matters….
C4 before training? The sheep ask. Yes, we reply without looking up. I don't need to make eye contact with those I don't trust. I keep to myself these days, I talk less these days. What I didn't tell these sheep, is that C4 is a must on any day. Today is an off day for Weightlifting……but not for life. I chug this bottle to connect with you. I chug this bottle to clear the pain in order to smile. The dancing water keeps me awake in order to live. Take it away……you take away apart of my lifestyle…….take away my lifestyle, and I don't trust myself in what kind of life choices I would make.
Stay away forever crystal mountains…….protect me dancing water……..