{"id":143825,"date":"2010-01-06T03:33:09","date_gmt":"2010-01-06T08:33:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stanforddaily.com\/cgi-bin\/?p=1036741"},"modified":"2010-01-06T03:33:09","modified_gmt":"2010-01-06T08:33:09","slug":"gettin%e2%80%99-swole","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/143825","title":{"rendered":"Gettin\u2019 Swole"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s 4:23 p.m. on a dull Thursday afternoon and I\u2019m staring at an untouched problem set due in less than 24 hours. Meandering into the common room, I contemplate turning on ESPN, the typical immediate remedy to my procrastination, but today I can\u2019t afford to waste away on the couch.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1036742\" title=\"AUDRIE LIN\/Staff Photographer\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stanforddaily.com\/cgi-bin\/wp-content\/uploads\/fea010610fitness-300x189.jpg\" alt=\"AUDRIE LIN\/Staff Photographer\" width=\"300\" height=\"189\" \/>There\u2019s only one solution: it\u2019s time to get my swell on.<\/p>\n<p>The bike ride to the Tresidder Fitness Center elapses like the minutes before midnight on New Year\u2019s Eve, and unachievable workout goals are made like ludicrous New Year\u2019s Resolutions.<\/p>\n<p>As I make my grand entrance into the workout facility, I swipe my card, give a little \u201cwhat up\u201d head nod to the cute girl at the front desk and put down my red bookstore bag in a Kindergarten-like cubby. Gathering my iPod and water bottle, I go through a quick, preliminary scouting of the gym.<\/p>\n<p>The small cardio section is halfway full, occupied by two Kappas on the elliptical machines, a 60-something-year-old professor on a treadmill and two freshmen in \u201cStanford Beirut\u201d shirts talking about the upcoming weekend\u2019s ragers while biking next to each other.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s gonna be fucking sick!\u201d one says to the other.<\/p>\n<p>He\u2019s the man.<\/p>\n<p>As I walk over to the stationary bicycles on the opposite side of the gym, I recall one of my aforementioned lofty goals: a solid cardio workout for 30 minutes.<\/p>\n<p>Did I say 30? Let\u2019s aim for 10.<\/p>\n<p>After giving a half-assed effort on the bike while listening to Kid Cudi, I decide that it\u2019s go time and head over to the free weight section.<\/p>\n<p>Two fairly thin Asian pals are spotting each other on the bench, both attempting what appears to be an impossible rep of 150 pounds.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Come on man, you got this,\u201d the taller of the two says to his friend. As he helps his friend unrack the bar, I watch in disbelief as the lifter\u2019s face turns a shade of red that belittles the \u201cAsian glow.\u201d He struggles with the bar on his chest and, with obvious assistance from his spotter, re-racks the weights with a tremendous exhale.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDamn, I was so close!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>No. No, you weren\u2019t.<\/p>\n<p>I regain focus after unknowingly staring at these two for about five minutes and decide to get involved in a little dumbbell press action. I pick up 45-pound weights for a warm-up set, when, out of nowhere, one of the giant regulars comes and starts curling the 50s.<\/p>\n<p>So, that\u2019s how it\u2019s going to be?<\/p>\n<p>With a quick and awkward exchange of subtle snarls in the mirror, the game of dumbbell chicken is on. I do a quick set and go for the 55s. He immediately grabs the 60s.<\/p>\n<p>Come on, bro; throw me a goddamn bone.<\/p>\n<p>I can still lift the 55s, but I know that I am headed for trouble. Grabbing for the 65s, I see that he goes for the 70s. I struggle through a small set and pick up the 75s, praying for surrender. He glances at the weight in my hands, gives a bull-like huff and walks with a little swag over to the rowing machine.<\/p>\n<p>Can I comfortably chest press 150 pounds? You bet your sweet ass I can\u2019t. Did I win? Absolutely.<\/p>\n<p>As I move onto a new exercise, I spot two more frequenters. As I discreetly turn down the volume of my music, I hear them discuss, what else? Lifting weights.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI maxed 300 the other day,\u201d one says. \u201cI\u2019m pumped.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>This means one of two things: He\u2019s either really excited to have accomplished a significant workout milestone, or he\u2019s geeked up after snorting a line of creatine. My money is on the second, as the veins in his right forearm are bigger than my biceps.<\/p>\n<p>As I chuckle to myself about the douchiness of many of the gym rats, I get caught in a swarm of hypocrisy. After a set of triceps pushdowns, I catch myself flexing to the beat of Alice Deejay\u2019s techno anthem, \u201cBetter Off Alone.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Shit, I am such a tool.<\/p>\n<p>After pumping a little more iron and undergoing several more moments of awkward mirror eye contact, I decide that my work here is done. I gather my things and give yet another head nod \u2014 if only my game with the ladies were as strong as my dumbbell chicken skills.<\/p>\n<p>As I\u2019m exiting the gym, I overhear a conversation between the Asian pair.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI just wanna get big.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t we all?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s 4:23 p.m. on a dull Thursday afternoon and I\u2019m staring at an untouched problem set due in less than 24 hours. Meandering into the common room, I contemplate turning on ESPN, the typical immediate remedy to my procrastination, but today I can\u2019t afford to waste away on the couch. 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