Saving this space for pics tomorrow. This place is freakin sweet. The most dungeon-like hardcore place to get strong you've ever seen. Right down to our new mascot - a bat, LOL. I will post a video up tomorrow and some pics of the new place. I am stoked.
Sounds tight. What are you guys charging for admission 8-)
dungeon like is always a good think when it comes to powerlifting gyms.
23 years old
6'3, 308 lbs
Hazer - we'll let you know when we get all settled.
Reko got some pics this morning at our first workout. I"m sure he'll post them after work.
The bat was awesome flying around while trying to unload. This place truly is the most hardcore dungeon like place I have ever seen. I kept waiting to trip over a decaying body. Once you get bit by one of those bats and those bat rabies start flowing, no amount of ammonia caps will be able to compare to the jolt you'll get from bat rabies. PRs will fall like dominos.
That's really awesome, Ben and Reko. I'm glad you guys have a solid place to train at. Now let's see the PR's start coming!
Sorry I wasnt there to unload, I will accept my penance of having to ride shotgun with Sean for the next month.
p.s. Julie says thank you
Glad to hear the new place kicks ass.
1) Date the dead body is found;
2) Date the homeless guy is found asleep on the bench;
3) Date when the bat lands on someone;
4) Date when the bat bites someone;
5) Date when the bat has a weight dropped on top of it (this should come with a prize as well);
6) First time a pair of goth kids break in and are found having sex while on ecstasy;
My guess is this will all happen by the end of the year, except for #5 - that will be a tough one.
So as we left, I stopped at teh gas station a block away to get a bottle of water. Walking into this place in front of me is a gal covered in tats with stilleto heals, huge hoop earrings, a shirt that looked like a bandanna just draped across her nipples and wearing shorts that only covered about a quater of her butt cheeks. So, if you get tired one day while working out, there seems to be some entertainment for hire close by.
The place is sick. It literally is in the belly of the beast. I wouldn't be the last guy to lock up at night.
Unfortunately, despite the sick surroundings, last night looked like a bad episode of the para-olympic gimp squad playing toxic-mold jenga (me excluded, of course). Ben of course locked himself in the freight elevator and all I know is, I wasn't present when plates went crashing off the ingenious device I'd engineered for transporting said plates. What's the saying? Give a man a cart, he'll haul your ****; but turn your head for a second, and he'll **** himself somehow.
On a positive note, several of the 107 crew have enough padding to survive a knife attack, which is imminent.