I’m stuck
This barbell on my chest won’t move
The knurlings starting to bruise, leaving little crosshatched grooves
Just call me a hot cross gym bunny!
It’s not funny though
Cos it’s etching into my skin like a tiny hatchet
Catching my hairs like a batshit barber
Mad geezer with tweezers
Plucking
Whilst I’m shit out of luck, rooted to this bench
Dreams of being hench getting squeezed out faster than the sweat that’s kicking up a stench
Or is it a stink?
Bit hard to think right now
Just tryna breathe
Meanwhile this guy opposite is mugging me off, judging me
Cos I’m hogging the bench and won’t pass the bar
Ugh…
Yeah… I’m groaning too
Seeing stars as my blood pressure rises
Unlike this bar, set low on my chest
Bro don’t turn away,
Help a bro out of this stress innit!
Whichever way you spin it
I done fucked up
Pushed my luck on one more rep
One set too many
‘Big man ting’
Talk like that, led to the mess I’m in
Don’t need a spotter
I got this G
Step from out my zone
Just watch me G
More impressive on my own
I’mma press this out alone
Scouting the clout for myself
Leaving you mind blown
Lying quivering, prone on the weights room floor
Bragging like – light weight babeeeeehhh!!
That’s right, load up some more!
Alas…
It was all working out, till it didn’t
Fun and games, shooting my mouth off, being flippant
Now I’m stuck under this bar and it’s depressing
Tired and wired from all this progressive overload
Yeah but I was both admired and desired for the strength I was bestowed with… from doing it on my own
My independent lone wolf mentality
Trapped under this bar now, howling quietly
How do I scream for help but do it like – politely?
Sinking into overthinking
Giving me low-key anxiety
Yep it just might be…
No… it might be simpler than this
But no one taught me how
The perfect form to do it safely
Instead of screaming owww!!
I’m really fucking stuck
Someone get this weight off me
This really fucking sucks!
I’ve maxed out… I’m struggling to breathe
I’m about to pass out
I’m in trouble, help me… please!
I’m done for the day
I just really wanna leave
But also, could you not perceive me as weak?
Put it down to bad technique?
I prefer training alone
Normally I could’ve done it on my own but…
Instead I-
I look on longingly… quietly
The plates rattle, betraying my silence
But he’s got on his headphones
And his head is buried deep in his phone
As is mine
Well, I’m almost out of air now
And my battery is getting low
I’m good though, still
It’s calm.
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