So back in the 90's i was starting to visit the wonderful world of gyms, no doubt i did just like many others here some "guest" posing in the toilet, intensive cardio, and trying to pull up those plastic weights.
This happened right 2 days before xmas, i was training, people on the streets running to buy the last gifts, you could feel the spirit, and i was there, at the gym, talking to the usual guru of nutrition, exercises and roids.
So, later he moved away and i was there, alone, drinking water like crazy, pulling massive plastic weights, it was probably my start to chase the dream , trying to convince myself the nor androstenedio i was taking by then would do any difference.
I remember i started using the infamous "smith" machine for some heavyweight squats, you must understand that when it comes about plastic weights, everything is heavy, but in reality it isnt. Thats not the story anyway.
As soon as finished my first set, a person dressed in white appeared, he looked like a god damn bum, long hair, and not exactly looking he was about to workout.
He approached to me , and believe me, his face looked familiar to me. VERY familiar.
He said "Hello little man, im here to talk to you" and smiled to me. I was pissed, who was this man that came out of nowhere, to call me little man, his face looked so familiar , so familiar, that i finally asked him to confirm my thoughts: "Sir, are you jesus?"
He smiled, moved his head in a possitive way, so yes, i was there, standing next to jesus, the man that died for our sins.
You guys know this doesnt really happen at all, most of the time jesus appear at churchs or biblical places, but this time, he was there, at my gym, calling me little man and smiling.
So i asked him "Jesus, are you coming for me? is it my time?", he didnt say a single word, instead, he pointed at the smith machine, like saying "start your next set", and thats what i did, but before starting, jesus himself loaded some more weight, and stood behind me.
At this time, i didnt know what was going on, but i think he was spotting me. During the whole workout he didnt say a single word, just helped me with some heavy weights and wate.
When i finished, i thought he would probably take me with him, to heaven, but the man just smiled, smiled all the time, and extended his hand, and said "Son, my job is done".
I was about to shake hands but he refused, he was looking for something else, he was looking for MONEY. Yes, jesus, son of god, the man that started it all, was charging me for the non asked personal training.
I was pissed, seriously, i didnt ask him for his help, and he was there waiting for some money and i just couldnt say no to the man that died for our sins, so i went to my car, took some money i had for cigarretes and paid him.
It was just too little for him, but he just smiled and said thanks, then he walked outside, took a bus and dissapeared.
Im not sure why was he there that day, but one thing is for sure, on december 23rd, 1990, jesus trained me , and i paid him for that, to me, jesus rock.
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