One day while attending an AA meeting,I was outside talking to a friend over a cup of coffee,all of a sudden the guy says to me......"Here comes your grief stricken friend" !
I turned around and it was Mark .........there goes my day!

He was always so down this guy actually referred to him as being "grief stricken"..............perfect fit !!
Mark starts raving to me about a guy he met at the gym who was a real animal as far as training goes and that he thinks the kid would be an ideal training partner for me.
I tried to explain to him that I wasn`t in the market for a training partner but we walked up a few blocks to the gym to see this guy anyway.
I was curious to see what he was all excited about.
Once we get to the gym,he introduces me to a tall husky kid of about 22 years of age with a Nazi/Hitler style haircut.
The guy seemed OK at first sight..........we start talking and he says......... "I hear you like to train hard"?
I told him I simply put effort into my training as I didn`t see joining a gym to just be there hanging around doing nothing.
After some small talk the guy sort of outright challenges me...............I told him I had nothing to prove but if he wanted to train with me to meet me tomorrow morning at the gym.
Then the kid tells me to watch as he sits down and knocks out 20 decent reps with the whole stack on seated cable rows.
I was impressed but just said goodbye and left.
OK so I meet the kid in the morning and to make a long story short we hooked up and began training together. After a time I got to know him pretty good in spite of the fact that he said very little about himself.
That was cool though s I`m not a chatty Cathy type of person while in the gym anyway.
His name was Scott and he was about 5 feet 11 or so at around 215 pounds............we trained our asses off and the kid worked out hard................I finally found a decent partner.
I taught him a lot of stuff...................
..everything he knew,but NOT everything I knew !! LOL

As I said earlier I got to know Scott pretty good but he had some weird habits or traits if you will.
First off he listened to the most horrible music I ever heard......not heavy metal but fucking noise interlaced with racial slurs.
I`m a big guitar freak and he raved about the guitarists in these bands and I`m here to tell you this shit was nothing but loud fast trashy sounding noise!
After I got to know Scott a bit better he asked me how I knew all the Black guys in the gym.
Well he mustn`t have been paying attention because I knew EVERYBODY in the gym not just the Black guys.
I worked at the gym by training clients and in the early AM I opened the gym up to start off the day as I had a key and lived a few blocks away........other times I would work the desk as a fill in and on weekends if needed, and besides that I knew most of the guys from training in the the only 3 gyms in town over a period of a lot of years.
Some of the guys just happened to be Black but everyone that trained there got along great and we all pushed each other to train balls out.
It was clearly evident that Scott didn`t like Black people .......................h
ated Jews also.
Decent kid but filled with hate.
I put his personal feelings about things aside as I believe that we are all free to have our own beliefs, and besides,I was only there to train.......my mission was to train as hard as I could everyday.
As long as Scott trained hard,I couldn`t care less about his thoughts,......our relationship ended when the workout for each day ended.
I guess I missed a few things that were going on around me as I trained because while working the desk one day a buddy of mine who was white says to me............"Hey Tim,you`e a great guy,but your training partner is a total fucking asshole" !!
I was taken aback a bit and asked him why he felt this way.
He told me that Scott looked at people like he was a billy bad ass type and barely said a word to anyone,even when someone said hello to him he ignored that person.
All this time Scot seemed OK to me and we did some gruelling training sessions.....constantly pushing each other to train harder.
Then one day a Black guy that I had known from the gyms over 15 years or so says to me............"Hey Wes,you know we go way back and we`re tight but if your training partner ever calls me a N I G G E R,I`m gonna kick his fucking ass !!
WOW,I didn`t need this bullshit,I just wanted to train !
Nothing really seemed to come of all this after a while but nobody liked Scott except me and he never said more than a word to anyone..........pretty weird dude !!
Everyday after we trained I would ask Scott how it felt to be trained into the ground by an old dude......he would just stare straight ahead and say "Fuck you old man"! LOL

I liked Scott,but nobody else did.
He didn`t give a fuck but I felt like people were starting to judge me by the company I kept.
Oh well,I didn`t give a fuck either because I treated people well as long as they treated me well.
So we kept training hard and doing our thing in the gym.
It was around this time that I fell into a trap that was caused by my ego.
Scott was starting to talk about training heavier...........this was going to be pretty hard to do in my opinion because we trained as heavy as possible for the amount of reps we were shooting for on any and every particular set already.
Well,I got real stupid real quick as we started falling into the trap of thinking that by going heavier,we would grow bigger.
I knew that this wasn`t truly the case, but Scott adding weight to the bar made me feel that I had to also just to keep him from out training me.
I never allowed anyone to train harder than me but I knew that more wasn`t always better........the winner was our physiques no matter who won the battle of being the hardest trainer.
EGO CAN BE A MONSTER
We stared benching 325 even though we couldn`t truly bench that weight.
Scott would throw 325 or so on the bench while I held the bar for him as he lowered it and assisted him when he pressed it.
Then we did sets of 3 reps with 150 pounds on DB Rows...........real sloppy form of course.
Same thing on leg presses...........11-12 plates a side with an inch or two of range of motion.
I KNEW way better than this so after about 2 weeks of this nonsense I put an end to it and got my head out of my ass.
I couldn`t believe that I actually allowed myself to do such a stupid thing anyway as I had trained for years and was competing, but still allowed myself to train like the guys we laugh at daily in the gyms today.
EGO
Anyway things remained the same and nobody liked Scott and vice versa.
I got my ass up out of there eventually and moved up here to Northern N.Y.
Said goodbye to Scott and all the guys in the gym and off I went.
I often wondered how Scott was doing as we didn`t keep in touch,then one day,strangely enough he logged into my short lived bodybuilding forum.
Sent me a PM and told me he had become a born again Christian and that his new girlfriend was Black.
WTF

EDIT: Of course there`s more to this story but I could have written a book,just wanted to try to convey the gist of the stuff to you guys.
