Chest Day.
My workout ends, but I LOVE chest day. I get on the bench press and load up a plate on each side. Yup, it's going to be a burnout. 15 reps in and I feel the bar getting heavier. And heavier. And heavier. Oh sh!t. Oh fvck! I. can't. push. it. up. My arms are shaking and the bar is sinking. Am I going to die? Should I ask for help?
As my vision slowly fades to white, I see a hand grab the barbell - inches away from my body. I look up with Chestbrah Zyzz smiling down upon me. With a swift helicopter thrust on the bench, I get the bar over my head, stand up and do one OHP. The gym stares as I return the barbell so suavely into its resting place. Zyzz disappears into the distance.
Except, that didn't happen. In my moment of crisis, I push all my strength to one side. With the force of 10 Walmart scooter riders, the right plate slams onto the ground. The momentum slings the other side to ground resonating the sound of a jumping POF whale. All eyes on me as I re-rack the weights. They be mirin'