Well I’m back on the pre-workout. If you remembered my previous experiences on the
drug supplement, you’d find no reason to question why. If you didn’t, then the reason is obvious: I want to feel like I have super powers.
Whether or not mild discomfort is a super power is up to you. As I can only imagine Wolverine does as his skin knits together, five minutes after downing it I feel a tingling itch spread across the surface of my body. Like teensy little needles knitting together the fibres of my being, my pores are suffused with a wave of expectation. Hesitation lingers but a moment before realising that I’m about to ride what a mountain of coke would feel like without the euphoria: A disdain for limitations.
Taking pre-workout is indistinguishable from a metric fuckton of microdoses unified into one high. Let me rephrase: It makes you high. Pre-workout makes you feel young again, which is a nice way of saying that it shaves years off your life. You know that scene in Logan? The one with the bestial howls? It’s basically that in the middle of the gym, which is a super handy way of getting people to stop loitering at the squat rack. A heavy-breathing, sweaty dude behind you is a huge incentive to leave whatever you’re doing and never to return. To that end, given the packed gym during the prime 5.30pm time slot, it’s mostly standing around feeling your molecules vibrate rapidly.
The true fun of pre-workout is trying to justify to others why you needed to feel that for once you were capable of ripping a horse in half with your bare hands. Man once looked at the moon and started thinking “how” instead of “if”. Everyone who’s ever taken pre-workout has looked at the moon and started thinking how long would it take me to run there? Pre-workout is not merely to engage the limits of your strength, but to engage the limits of your healing factor. By tearing your muscles asunder, you’re daring your body not to keep up.
Even after these ringing endorsements, you may still be questioning whether pre-workout is right for you. In that case, take a hard look at yourself and search for these answers:
- Do I crave the sensation of shelving an unopened can of Red Bull?
- Are my workouts suffering from a lack of graft vs host style fear?
- Is it not enough to feel uncomfortable in my own skin, that I need to make everyone else uncomfortable around me too?
- Have I ever been envious of a pitbull’s saliva output?
- Did I watch any of the Fast cinematic universe and think I wish I was a car?
- Do I seek to make hummingbirds jealous of my heartbeat?
- Am I bummed that I’ve never shit myself at the gym?
- Do my eyeballs sometimes feel too small for my pupils?
- Have I got #squadgoals for Nicolas Cage in the Wicker Man remake?
- Is the dial up connection sound my favourite rapper?
I’m gonna go out on a limb here and suggest that pre-workout isn’t for everyone. Sometimes though, you just want to know what it feels like for your muscles to exist outside your skin. For those times, pre-workout has your back. And will likely capture your heart.
Sorry, I meant will make your heart seize up.