Like most men, I have a desire to prove myself better than everybody else. Soldier MP Steak is NOT good at:
Football Soccer Hockey Tennis
So that leaves weightlifting!
Baseball: But what about me, Elite? I'm America's paaast-tiiime! gonk
BACK IN YO' CAGE!! scream *Broom hit*
Anyway, last Friday, December 9-or-10-something, I stayed afterschool with friends to work out.
Our system works where we have six different workout stations, bench-pressing, crunches, foot-work, and some other stuff that I forgot. We do 10 to a single repititions, slowly adding on more weight as we do less reps. We then put our weight down on a little score sheet, which we turn in at the end of the day.
Obviousely, my first mistake was going with friends.
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Elite: OH GOD... *Benchpressing 120 lbs* I can't... Do another... *Puts weight back up on stand* I can't do nine reps. Put that down as my eighth.
Regio: *Giggling while writing down my score* Here, Elite.
Elite: Wtf did you put... *Checks*
Quote: Elite Steak's Benchpress Score: 8: Quitter
Elite: ... Goddammit Regio.
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Crunching:
Elite: Okay... That was my sixth. How many pounds did I do?
Friend Adam: *Checks* ... Oh s**t. The weight wasn't even on both sides.
Elite: *Hand to head* Jesus... By how much?
Adam: 10 lbs...
Elite: *Temple bursting* Oh meh Ged... You guys...
Regio: *Puts down score*
Quote: Elite Steak's Crunching Score: 6: Uneven 90.
Elite: I hate you people.
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Back to benchpressing...
Elite: *While on his fifth with 140-something lbs* OH MY GOD... THE PAIN... I CAN'T DO ANY MORE... I CAN'T GET IT BACK ON THE STAND... SPOTTER?... SPOTTER?!?
*Friend Jake, who is suppose to be the spotter, is not there*
Elite: HOLY... UGGAHAAHAH!11! *Manages in some ungodly way to put the weight back on the stand.*
Jake: *Returns from whatever hell he came from* ELITE, WTF U DOIN'?!? scream NEVER DO THAT MUCH WEIGHT WITHOUT A SPOTTER!! scream stressed
Steak: stare
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Crunches...
Regio: Okay Steak, go ahead, start the crunches.
Steak: Wait a 'tick... *Checks each side of the bar, and notices that his friend seemed to have forgotten to put the lock on the weights.* ... Dammit Regio.
Regio: Aren't you gonna start?
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Crunches again!
Steak: *Was spotting for friends by standing behind the bar, but they finished* Okay, time for my turn. *Grabs the bar and jumps into the weightlifting machine like Starsky and Hutch*
Jake: *Comes out of a portal from nowhere, again* STEAK THIS IS A WEIGHT ROOM NOT A PLAYROOM!! scream
Steak: It's not?... sad
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And now I'm sore as hell.
TIME FOR MORE DRIVER'S ED ON THE ROAD. biggrin
EliteSteak · Sun Dec 10, 2006 @ 04:40pm · 0 Comments |