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II

The day after Carlos arrived in time at the gym. He wore a tracksuit, gym shoes and he drag a great bag.

"For heaven’s sake, son, what on earth there is in that bag?" I addressed indignantly to him.

"Beh, I took all my savings and I spent them for the clothes and for that…it’s the last supplement, the weight belt, some books that I brought to show them you and my spare clothes..."

"Mmh, at first address me as ‘tu’, we’ll share time and emotions together and it’s important that you see me as a friend. Then, I think that this session will be completely dedicated to the explanations."

"But what, do we don’t start? But we have few time at our disposal!" Said the guy with vehemence.

"Carlos, Carlos, I’ve trained a lot of people before you. I know the time necessary to become stronger. I know that without a good mental base you’ll be destined to the flop and I know that, right now, you’re plenty of wrong convictions." I pressed immediately him. "At first, I don’t want to see you again enter this gym with these fitness boy shoes. Never dare you to profane this temple. Do you know that the best gladiators and pioneers of our loved sport have fight here? Start to feel their spirits inside you during your training! Wear decent clothes when you enter here. Put these shoes!" I Said throwing at his foot a pair of common work shoes with the iron reinforced point.

Carlos bended to take them and made a grimace of trouble "Ouch, but what... How are they heavy! What are they for?"

"They’re for let you back home with your feet! If a 25-kilo disk would accidentally fall on your feet fingers you will be forced to walk on your heels for the rest of your life, and it would not be a good scene to assist".

Carlos, with his upset face, wore quickly the work shoes.

"Well, the first lesson will be for the "Releasing of the brain trash". Explain me how do you trained in this period, if you had never done it, how do you supported yourself with the nutrition and tell me about your general life style." I encouraged him to tell about.

"Yes, I’ve just brought with me some book to show you..." and opened the bag to take some book whose covering didn’t promise nothing good.

"Mmmh, I see. And, looking at these books I’ll understand how you’ve trained?" I answered promptly.

"Yes, I followed the program of the super champion Mr. Olympia to get enormous arms, then also this workout sheet, the quantic pumping, of Mr Universe and..." said while he was taking enthusiastic all these magazines from his bag and throwing them up on the table.

"For heaven’s sake son, stop you. Have I already told you that this is a temple? You’re torturing the spirits of ancient warriors beyond my patience with these chatters! Show me your most recent routine and your nutrition diary." I said completely overwhelmed.

He searched thoroughly the bag he had brought with him and took out a plasticised sheet on which I couldn’t see how much kilos he had lifted. Moreover, he didn’t know what would be a nutrition diary adding that he had always eat when his instinct let him understand that it was time to eat.

Resigned, I sighed and said "Let’s see what have you done in the last period." What a fright it almost gave me reading his papers! " Smith machine stretching on the flat bench 6 sets x 10, peck deck 5 sets x 12, cable cross 5 sets x 20, stretching to the press machine 5 sets x 8 reps, leg extension, sissy squat, cable push-downs, French press...it’s better to stop here, today the disappointments have been too much. My poor physique could not support more. Sit down and listen to me, then..."

"But what’s wrong? The super pumped trainer of my old gym said me that it is just in this way that he’s grew up. The leg extension isolates the muscle and then with the sissy squat I destroy it!" affirmed self-confident Carlos.

"Carlos, listen, the only thing that you destroyed is your good sense. The leg extension and, then, how can you do an exercise called sissy squat? It’s an exercise for sissies. I’ve just four words for you 'shut up and squat!' The sissy fuck against a good squat 'ass to grass’. Do you understand? Now, I want to be very frank with you. Up to now you’ve only lost your time. This routine is trash. Sit down and listen to me carefully. I will explain you the training lost Secret. That which forged thousands of iron athletes. I will put you back in the men category. Where the beauty was the strength and the strength was the undisputed power on all creatures of the universe. Are you ready? Now we can start.