The Greatest form of Art -- And how to see it

[Citruscide]

Tonight, I strapped up my new Nike Power Gloves... went into the battlefield to do my chest workout ... tonight, however, I saw the bench in a different light...

After I did my preliminary warmup sets, I stood in front of the bench... the flatly-round plates hugging close to the shiney steel bar... which is quietly reflecting light from an unknown source... unknown because I couldn't draw my eyes away from the sight I was drawn too... the two towers that represent the posts that this great weight rests upon... the flat, horizontal board, covered in a black cushion awaits me... inviting me, drawing me towards it... so I go...

I find myself staring at the linear steel bar above my eyes... as I reach out for it... my back arches... my shoulderblades squeeze together... embracing my body for the fury it is about to unleash ... my hands open and close on the bar in anticipation... my mouth salavates... and lets out a final breath of air... as the bar raises off the supporting towers....

The weight lowers to the chest and in a burst of power, will and guts the weight is lifted with the authoirty of a thousand kings... toward the top of the motion... I then release backwards toward the rack... sit up, turn around and see the 300+ weight on the rack...

I take the plates off the bar... knowing the Art of Lifting...

C-ditty

 

[gettinlarger]

Gloves? You girl ...

Haha, just messin man. Good post.

 

[RusPA81]

Thats beautiful.

 

[supersizeme]

guys - citrus made a few typos. here's the corrected version

Tonight, I strapped up my new Nike Power Gloves... went into my backyard ready to do some gardening ... tonight, however, I saw the geraniums in a different light ... frightened and skirrud, i ran off to the gym to do cardio.

After I did my preliminary warmup sets of flat db press with the 15s, I stood in front of the bench... the flatly-sewn hem of my pink umbros hugging close to my tidey whities... which is quietly leaking urine down my leg... unknown because I couldn't draw my eyes away from the sexy beast of a man doing cable crossovers... the two towers that represent his chiseled, tanned thighs... but i digress... the flat, horizontal board, covered in a black cushion awaits me... inviting me, drawing me towards it... so I go... but not before itching my balls for 5 minutes

I find myself staring at the linear steel bar loaded with a quarter plate on each side above my eyes... as I reach out for it... my eyes start watering... my throat acquires a throbbing lump... embracing my body for the sobbing fit it is about to unleash ... my mouth opens and closes on my thumb in anticipation... my umbros are soaked... i let out a final breath of air... as the bar raises off the supporting towers that again remind me of man thighs....

I lower the weight back onto the rack in a burst of power, will and guts the tears flow from my eyes like water from a busted fire hydrant... i am frightened... I then grab my widdle teddy bear from the floor beside the bench... sit up, turn around and see the 95 lbs of pure, iron weight on the rack...

I take the plates off the bar... knowing the Art of Defeat...

C-Poopies

 

[Thaibox]

I think I may have wet my umbros and tighty whities reading that supersizeme

 

[Citruscide]

Nice SSM... the one time I'm serious, someone pulls a rib on me.... and a damn funny one at that!

C-ditty

 

[spentagn]

lmao ssme

 

[DrBones]

Hahaha..

 

[Lift Chief]

Re: Re: The Greatest form of Art -- And how to see it

guys - citrus made a few typos. here's the corrected version

Tonight, I strapped up my new Nike Power Gloves... went into my backyard ready to do some gardening ... tonight, however, I saw the geraniums in a different light ... frightened and skirrud, i ran off to the gym to do cardio.

After I did my preliminary warmup sets of flat db press with the 15s, I stood in front of the bench... the flatly-sewn hem of my pink umbros hugging close to my tidey whities... which is quietly leaking urine down my leg... unknown because I couldn't draw my eyes away from the sexy beast of a man doing cable crossovers... the two towers that represent his chiseled, tanned thighs... but i digress... the flat, horizontal board, covered in a black cushion awaits me... inviting me, drawing me towards it... so I go... but not before itching my balls for 5 minutes

I find myself staring at the linear steel bar loaded with a quarter plate on each side above my eyes... as I reach out for it... my eyes start watering... my throat acquires a throbbing lump... embracing my body for the sobbing fit it is about to unleash ... my mouth opens and closes on my thumb in anticipation... my umbros are soaked... i let out a final breath of air... as the bar raises off the supporting towers that again remind me of man thighs....

I lower the weight back onto the rack in a burst of power, will and guts the tears flow from my eyes like water from a busted fire hydrant... i am frightened... I then grab my widdle teddy bear from the floor beside the bench... sit up, turn around and see the 95 lbs of pure, iron weight on the rack...

I take the plates off the bar... knowing the Art of Defeat...

C-Poopies

That was beautiful ... oh and i used to wear umbros...

 

[PolishHammer1977]

C,
That's some good shit man. I love that moment.