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PUT AWAY YOUR SHAKE WEIGHT. GET A REAL WORKOUT. BE A REAL MAN. OR WOMAN. GO LIFTING WITH MAX.
Who: Max and YOU and your intense feelings of inadequacy.
What: WORKING OUT IN THE WEIGHT ROOM
Where: THE WEIGHT ROOM
When: EVERY TIME August 8th - 21st
Warnings: 150% TESTOSTERONE. Max may swear at some point.
After spending two weeks as a venusaur, and not being able to work out, Max returned to his normal self. He could still feel the shameful, shameful potbelly that he used to have as a venusaur. Two weeks of not working out is like two weeks of wasted life for Max. And now he doesn't have all of those darned classes to take getting in the way of getting in a real workout. As if somehow six hours of weightlifting a day hadn't been a real workout before.
So anyway. Max is pretty much living in the weight room when he isn't doing his cardio in the mornings, having a meal, or sleeping. Or teaching the occasional class. But he's happy to take out some time to show new students around the weight room, or to help the less muscular set up some sort of workout routine. Need a spotter for the bench press? Max is your man. He may be wearing a tank top that says this on it.
((START A THREAD, GIVE A TIME, PUT ON YOUR HEADBANDS AND GYM SHORTS, AND TURN UP THE CLASSIC ROCK-SLASH-PUNK. YOU'RE IN MAX'S WORLD NOW.))
What: WORKING OUT IN THE WEIGHT ROOM
Where: THE WEIGHT ROOM
When: EVERY TIME August 8th - 21st
Warnings: 150% TESTOSTERONE. Max may swear at some point.
After spending two weeks as a venusaur, and not being able to work out, Max returned to his normal self. He could still feel the shameful, shameful potbelly that he used to have as a venusaur. Two weeks of not working out is like two weeks of wasted life for Max. And now he doesn't have all of those darned classes to take getting in the way of getting in a real workout. As if somehow six hours of weightlifting a day hadn't been a real workout before.
So anyway. Max is pretty much living in the weight room when he isn't doing his cardio in the mornings, having a meal, or sleeping. Or teaching the occasional class. But he's happy to take out some time to show new students around the weight room, or to help the less muscular set up some sort of workout routine. Need a spotter for the bench press? Max is your man. He may be wearing a tank top that says this on it.
((START A THREAD, GIVE A TIME, PUT ON YOUR HEADBANDS AND GYM SHORTS, AND TURN UP THE CLASSIC ROCK-SLASH-PUNK. YOU'RE IN MAX'S WORLD NOW.))
A LITTLE EXPECTABLE BUT I'LL GIVE YOU A PASS
He was about to start blasting some curls
just like that one picture of Mariewith a barbell and what looked like a metric assload of weights on both ends.no subject
"Is it fun? Can I try?" she asked.
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She idly touched the little leaf Max had referenced, feeling a little self-conscious about it. However, she reminded herself that Max had never seen her without the leaf. That made her feel a little better.
"And I do want you to show me how to do bicep curls, please."
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Max carefully set the weights down on the floor. "Follow me over to the dumbbells. You know how much weight you can lift?" he asked as he walked over to the many weights sitting in their respective holders.
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She followed Max. There were so many things in the room she had never seen before. What did they do!? What were they for? She was distracted for a moment. Finally, she brought her attention to the weights Max was asking about.
"I don't know! I can carry things heavier more than most of my friends!"
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He pointed to the 50 pound dumbbells. "Just. Just see if you can pick that up with one hand."
Little girls lifting way too much weight for little girls. Pikymen girls, you confuse Max.
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She grabbed the dumbbell Max had referenced too. She picked it up with two hands, but switched to one after getting a feel for the weight. She lifted it over her head with ease.
"Now what?"
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Max had moved over to a stand beside the regular dumbbell stand, where there were some crazy technological looking dumbbells. There was a giant pair marked "Max" and then there were smaller sets. Max went for one of the smaller. He turned a dial to "100" and picked the weight up and curled it a couple of times, then set it down on the ground. "Now try to pick that one up. But don't put it over your head, I don't want you droppin' it and hurtin' yourself. Just do what I did with it."
oops i totally spaced out. also i have learned purple pikmin can lift 100x their own weight.
She tried what Max had showed her, curling it a few times. Then she set it down and smiled at Max.
Can she lift 100times her own weight now? Because if so NOTHING THEY'VE GOT WILL BE ENOUGH.
this is correct.
fuk
200.
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Max is starting to look... slightly... concerned. It's not jealousy. (It's not jealousy.)
"But you're a purple pickymen and they're stronger than they're supposed to be."
Max walked over and grabbed the largest adjustable dumbbell that they had and spun it over to three hundred pounds. "Try that."
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It's jealousy, isn't it.Ai sighed. She felt a little awkward about her strength. Other little girls weren't able to do what she was doing... But, she reminded herself, other Pikmin weren't able to do what she did in Pikmin-form either. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of. Rather, it was a unique ability.
She put down the weight she had been holding and reached over to grab the other dumbbell. Just like the other weight, she lifted it easily. She gave Max another concerned look.
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Maybe they could go from there.