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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.))

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I told you two times already, I don't know! Not my fault you can't hear!

[He then crossed his arms and pouted angrily at Max, obviously showing his dislike for him. Why does the blue-haired man with the muscles have to make things difficult for the little Pixie boy? Can't he just help him get stronger and call it a day instead of asking him questions that he couldn't answer?]

"My problem ain't with your answer it's how you're answerin' me," said Max. "If you want me to help you, then you need to not run in here, get angry at me, and then act like it's all my fault. If you can't answer my questions nice, then I ain't gonna help, that's all there is to it. Now, you gonna work on that attitude and let me help you or are you gonna be angry by yourself?"

Max responded by crossing his own arms. And when Max crossed his arms, it actually looked imposing.

[Azelf could see that; you could actually hear him gulp as well. But his bold nature isn't going to allow him to shrink back and obey. In fact, he crossed his own arms in an attempt to look imposing and scary-looking, all the while breaking eye contact by turning his head away from him]

I can do it all by myself and without your help - for willpower, which is something you can't even say for yourself, so HMPH!

"You don't know how to use the stuff, it's dangerous to use some of this on your own and you can get hurt. I'll show you how to use it, but you gotta stop bein' a little jerk. I ain't gonna let you use the stuff without somebody showin' you how, neither."

He just kept crossing his arms and staring down at the tiny slip of a boy.

[Azelf turned his attention back to Max, only to look up and stare right in his eyes ...SSSSTTTAAARRREEEE...

But from his position, the 'older' man looked like a giant ready to squash him with his foot. Not to mention that he doesn't look very happy right now...

Eye contact was broken a second time, leaving the pokehuman staring at the floor. But not for long; after some time, which was only a few seconds, Azelf looked back up and began to speak while trying to hide the fear in his voice]

...F-fine. But that doesn't mean I'm scared of you... c-cause I'm not.

"Oh for Godssake don't start bawlin'" was all Max could say.

"Just act nice, that's all I want," he finished.

"Now you say you don't know how much you can lift. How about you ask me if I can help you figure that out."

[Well that's a little insult Max. Just cause Azelf is afraid of you, doesn't mean he's going to cry. Besides, that's Masprit's job! But he'll let you know that soon enough]

I'm not! I don't do bawling, cause I'm not the Being of Emotion. It's Mesprit's job to cry like a little baby, not mine!

[And that's all he's going to say about that.]

...Can you help me figure that out?

[There, he asked the question you so desperately wanted to hear nicely. Can he please work on gaining some biceps now?]

You're a little kid and then you started to get scared. Max could see it in your eyes. You clearly have mood swings. He's just making educated guesses.

"You're still a little grumpy, but that's better," said Max. "Yeah, I'll help you figure out how much you can lift."

He started walking across the room. "Follow me." He was going over to the dumbbell rack. "Alright, let's start with the five pound weights. Take the ones marked five in both your hands, then do this," he said, grabbing a pair marked 50 pounds and curling them each one at a time with ease. "Then tell me how difficult that was for you."

[Azelf crawled closely behind until he was able to reach the dumbbell rack, sitting indian style once more while taking in Max's every word. Once he was finished, the Pixie Boy did as he was told, picking up a five pound weight from the rack.

Hmmm... it doesn't feel too heavy using one, meaning it shouldn't be a problem picking up the other weight. And that he did, using his other hand to pick it up in order to start curling like a pro. Except he's not, since he's curling a little too fast as if the amount of weight being carried in each hand were nothing to him.]

This is too easy!

"Alright then, put those back and move up to the ten pound weights and see how those feel for you," Max ordered.

[And he did as he was told, putting away what he was currently holding to pick up the larger weights.

He had a little difficulty curling it with one hand, so he's now holding it with two. Though he's attempting to use his feet to lift the other one as well, because the willpower in him demands it. And why not? His legs are in need of some muscles too, so it's obvious he's doing it right]

What is... no. Really, really no. "Woah, no. You don't try to lift dumbbells with your feet. No. No. No. You work out your legs differently. You don't do that. And you don't lift a dumbbell with two hands. One hand or nothin' at all. Show me you can curl it with one hand only. If it's hard that's fine, but see if you can get it up on your own."

[Azelf gave a frustrated sigh, but ceased lifting the second weight with his feet. He attempts to curl the first one using a hand however, but is unable to go halfway through with it. Doesn't mean he plans on giving it up so easily, if his overexaggerated grunts are any indication]

HHRRRNNNGGGHHH!

Max is just watching. "Azelf, you're gonna pull somethin' if you keep doin' that. Hold on, I'll find somethin' for you to work with better."

Where did they keep the adjustable dumbbells for regular people. Max had a set and Knuckles had a set but Max was certain that they had a set for the ladies on the football team, something that went from five pounds to twenty-five pounds in two-and-a-half pound increments. He looked around the dumbbell rack. Oh, there they were, down on the floor, off to the side.

He spun the dial on one to... 7.5 pounds... and gently lifted it out of the special holder. He held it out to the still grunting Azelf. "Here, try this."

[Azelf dropped the heavier weight, which is rolling away from him at the moment, while using his other hand to grab the lighter weight. The arm that was used before is starting to hurt, but he won't tell Max that; he still wants to lift up weights and he doesn't want to let a little pain stop him from doing that.

And so he began to curl with his other arm, having little trouble lifting it all the way. It left Azelf grinning from ear to ear; if he keeps this up, he'll surely gain the amount of muscles that Max already has]

"Alright, you can do that. So, seven-point-five is your threshold for now," Max said, as he watched the other weight roll off.

"Somethin' you should know right now is, when we're done with our weights we put 'em away. Since it's too heavy for you I'm gonna put that ten pound weight away for you, but you gotta put anything you can use away on your own."

Max bent over and picked up the little weight and placed it back on the rack. "And another rule is, you don't use any machines without bein' shown how to use 'em first."

"What I want you to do, and you're gonna tell me it's too easy for you, but you need to warm up to this sorta thing anyway is this. You do 20 reps, ten on each arm, with those weights adjusted on five pounds, then you do 20 more reps on 7.5, and then you do 20 more on five pounds. I'm gonna go back to doin' my exercise, and when you finish that, you come find me again, and I'll show you how to use those to work your chest, too."

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PUT AWAY YOUR SHAKE WEIGHT. GET A REAL WORKOUT. BE A REAL MAN. OR WOMAN. GO LIFTING WITH MAX.

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