So I was hanging out with my very lovely lady this weekend, and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Not only was I having a great and relaxing weekend, but I was having a pretty good body image day. Like most of us, there are days where I feel fat, even though I'm told I'm not. My BMI is right where it should be and I run in the warm weather months, but I'm always looking for ways to improve my appearance (and since society frowns on people wearing brown paper bags on their heads all the time....) One thing I've been doing quite a bit of lately is weightlifting, and I can start to tell a difference. So I was hanging out with my gf, and I decided I would be all impressive. She had to leave the room for a second and I wanted to make sure I was doing push-ups when she came back because in my simple mind, I would think this would look impressive. I could tell she was "mildly" impressed, so I decided to up the ante. I asked her if she would let me try doing a push-up with her on my back. Now, I requested that if I was able to do a push-up with her on my back, I wanted her to brag to all her friends that I had done so. If I was unable to do this, I pleaded she keep it a secret for the rest of her life. With a rush of testosterone through my veins, I was able to do a push-up with all of her 114lbs on my back. I believe her mild level of being impressed shot all the way up to moderate level.
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