I want to preface this by saying: [SERIOUS] in the title means I am posting this seriously. Please respond seriously. I know how this is going to sound. I know.
Last Tuesday. Leg day. 4:45 PM. I was in the middle of my third set of leg press at a weight I have not attempted before. 540 lbs. I know. Bear with me.
At approximately rep seven of this set, something happened that I cannot account for in normal terms.
My perspective shifted. Not my vision โ my perspective. As though I was no longer located in one place. As though I was, briefly, distributed through the pump itself rather than in my body experiencing the pump. I was not watching myself pump. I was not even feeling the pump from inside. I was the pump. I was the process. I was the pressure in the muscle and the signal in the nerve and the heat in the tissue and also somehow the weight and the intention behind the weight and the sound of the gym and the collective desire of everyone in that room to be doing what they were doing.
This lasted approximately 4 seconds.
When it ended, I was back. Rep eight. I completed the set. I sat on the floor afterwards for about fifteen minutes. The employee who works near the water fountain โ Tyler โ asked if I was okay. I said "I think so." This was accurate.
I have been processing this for five days. I cannot find language for it. The closest I can get is: I briefly became the pump and now I am back to being a person who pumps, and these are not the same thing, and I am not the same person I was before I knew the difference.
Has anyone had this experience. I need to know I am not alone.