My Dumb Dumbbells…
Writing by Jes on Tuesday, 10 of March , 2009 at 1:02 pm
I upped my workout game today. I went to look for some dumbbells. Yep, get that body tone thing on. So when I wave, I got that sexy triceps bulge popping off. Not that granny fat thing on the arms. So I went to my co-worker who let me know he works out to see if he could snag me a couple of weights.
No problem. Right?
Well it turns out that the only way I could get my dumbbells would be to get them custom made. Straight from the iron yard. A trip though the craziness of Liberia, through the hectic schedule of mid-day life, so I can get through to the iron ore of the capital city, a journey I decided to send someone else on, with my payment. My goal. Eight-pound dumbbells.
So I put in the order and five days later, I received them.
Two weights. With eight pound iron circles on each side of one iron bar. Eight-pound dumbbells, correct? I mean, yeah. It was my fault to not simplify the instructions to say that the weight should ADD UP to eight pounds. So, I sent it back.
The next morning when I was jogging, I peeped a house on the road with a lot of brothers pumping iron. When I looked closer, it wasn’t just iron…it was concrete! They had a bar for bench presses and both ends were dipped in concrete blocks and they were pumping away like it was nothing. No idea of how much it was, gauging there strengthen intake or nothing. Just Raw workout in the cuff.
I got my dumbbells back shortly after that and they shaved off the extra four pounds. I think, I mean the balls on the end of the iron were smaller but there was no number that allowed me to measure my workout goals. In fact, I didn’t even account for the two-inch middle bar and how much my weight really weighs. I know that I am lifting iron and that is it.
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