March 25th, 2011

quizzical

I'm all coffeed up and feeling brave.

At the gym today I did 5 sets of 5 back squats at 140# (high bar variant). This means, more or less, that I held a medium-sized adult across my shoulders, squatted down on my heels as low as I could go, then stood back up again. Twenty-five times.

I didn't have an actual human on my shoulders. Humans are not rigid and do not come with easy-to-grasp handles. This makes them inconvenient objects to lift. What I had was a steel bar with big iron plates on the ends. The plates are heavy objects that I'm aware of in their own right as I stand up under the bar. They have inertia. They spin a little when I step backwards. And they shift in that moment of pop near the top of the lift, when I stop accelerating upwards. Black iron plates, clanking on the end of the bar, reminding me that mass and weight are not the same thing. By the end of the last set, I'm dripping with sweat and breathing hard.

This is one of the coolest things I've ever done. Literal freakin' empowerment.

Comment fic prompt me. I think you know my areas of expertise by this point. Go!
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