First Published - T-Nation
We all have demons inside of us.
Some have more than others, and some guys can deal with them better than the next.
That 40-something stressed-out businessman who suddenly snaps and bludgeons the Walmart greeter with a plunger is an example of someone who can't handle his demons.
I'm not saying I'm always inches away from committing manslaughter, but I can be a real dick when I let stress get the better of me.
To combat this, I tried to do what I always did when life got stressful – I trained.
So I smash my demons. I crush them under PR's.
And if I'm too fucked up to train heavy, I torch them with extended sets, rip them apart with rest pauses and drop sets, and then chase them away with whatever fucked-up finishing exercise I can think of.
Normal types might scoff at the notion of hitting the gym with so much shit going on, but they aren't seeing the big picture – or at least my big picture. I don't punish myself with drop-sets and high-rep squats to build muscle.
I do it to kill my demons.
The demons always come back, mind you, but as long as I have a key to my gym I can stay one step ahead.