On the way to the bench I feel my adrenaline pumping. Once I turn on the music I forget about everything. The feeling of the cold bench makes my hair stand on end. As I touch the bar my mind goes blank, as if all I knew was how to breathe. During the distention of the bar I hold tight on the bench. The touch of the bar to my chest means the battle is about to begin. As I struggle to push the weight up I push my heels through floor. Grinding out this one rep seems to take forever. With locking out the weight comes a joyous scream. With that new PR has been made, and the celebrations begin.