Usually I don't think about anything but moving the weight. I never pay attention to those around me unless they are using the area that I need and that is only because I am waiting for them. But yesterday I kept having all these crazy thoughts running through my head about things that I love and things that I hate. For example I love the feeling of moving big weight, being the only person I have ever seen do DL's in my gym I hate the guy quarter squatting 4 plates...on the smith machine I love the people that I see go to the gym everyday with a no nonsense attitude, not paying attention to everyone elses bullshit I hate the high school kid with 17 inch arms and a 35 inch chest I love the housewife that was competing in the karate championships I was watching during cardio and the dedication she must have put in to take care of kids and still have time for karate. I hate the guy that was doing curls that kept his elbow at the same angle the whole time and just moved his shoulders to look like his arm moved. The same guy that moments earlier was doing lat pulldowns, moving his arms maybe 10 degrees in relation to his body. The guy that was doing dips but instead of bending at the elbows he just shrugged his shoulders up and down. I hate myself for paying attention to so much shit. I lifted great, but I didn't enjoy it. Hopefully this emo shit will be gone for today.