Gym Sighting: The Casual Powerlifter
There he was, doing 605-pound squats for reps, like he was Derek Poundstone or something. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him…and I was caught a couple times staring. Embarrassing.
He had this amazing squat belt. Four or Five inches wide, leather, with an oversized buckle. It just oozed hyper masculine powerlifter…I had to have it. Cautiously, I approached him and squeaked out a question, asking him where he got his belt and if he was a “pro” lifter.
The belt was a Titan Toro, and he was a casual lifter. Or, as he explained “I was bored and now I’m lifting, like, upwards of 600 pounds.” He’s doing reps of a weight I max-out on. Sigh! Slash fiction time:
“Oh, I was just bored,” he lied, casually bouncing his pecs as he recovered from his last set. Brian Shaw was no amateur lifter, and if it weren’t for his clever bleached-blond disguise, this kid would probably recognize him for the WSM-competitor that he used to be.
Kid had some legs on him…with the right training he could be a huge asset to team America, maybe even lift his way to a title at Fortissimus.
“You lifting tomorrow?” He asked, his piercing stare made the Filipino-mutt gulp and look down before nodding Yes. “Perfect,” Brian grinned, “maybe I’ll run into you, watch your form.”
