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THE SQUATTERS CREED
This is my squat rack. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My squat rack is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life.
My squat rack without me is useless. Without my squat rack, I am useless. I must squat deep and true. I must come out of the hole better than the silly pumpers who are trying to out-squat me. I must crush the weight, before it crushes me. I will.
My squat rack and I know that what counts in this war is not the noise we make, the clothes I wear or the pump I get in my thighs. We know that what counts is the addition of weight to the bar. We will add...
My squat rack is human even as I because it is my life. Thus I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its saddles, its pins, and its chinning bar. I will ever guard it against the ravages of dorks doing curls inside its sacred ground as I will ever guard my legs, my back, my torso, and my arms against injury. I will keep my squat rack clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God I swear this creed. My squat rack and myself are defenders of Physical Culture. We are masters of rational training. We are the saviors of my strength.
So be it until victory is ours and there is no enemy but the next PR.