I just did nine bench presses with 20kg. On the tenth one, I went halfway down but then my tiny (okay, they're not tiny, they're massive but I mean tiny in the muscular sense of the word), puny arms literally died. It was like I could feel all the little cells with their little, exhausted mitochondria screaming at me, "GET FUCKED, YOU MOTHERFUCKER."
I felt my arms sink and the barbell getting closer and closer to my neck and I had this terrifying vision of my throat being smashed by the barbell and then my spine being crushed by this hefty machinery.
I let it sink that used all my last remaining strength to roll (yes, roll) the barbell down my body to my lap where I figured the least damage could be done (I would rather my pelvis be crushed than my neck or ribcage), sat up and struggled to lift it down to the floor. It fell with a thud reminiscent of a dead body (a really small child or a midget of 20kg).
This was perhaps the most momentous and challenging one minute weight lifting session anyone in the history of fitness has ever experienced. You should take my word for it.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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