"KEEP GOING! Don't give up on me now!" My brother's heavily low-pitched voice thundered across the garage as my knees trembled under the pressure of staying intact against the overwhelming force of the monster. I needed to defeat it as soon as possible; the longer I hesitated, the more it tore into my back, sending piercing tremors of pain down my spine.
I started to contemplate the option of surrendering. My eyesight blurred from exhaustion and the symphony of encouragement from my brother deafened into gibberish. With my senses distorted, I yearned for my suffering to end and to be in the comfort of a bed. However, I did not want to die. Most of all, I did not want to lose. I made my decision.
"I will not give up. I will not lose to you," I thought to myself as steaming beads of sweat trickled down my forehead and seeped through my lips, forcing me to taste and choke out salt. My feet dug into the concrete as I struggled to balance the monstrous barbell on my back and keep my knees from collapsing. It was loaded with seemingly endless slabs of iron plates on each side, and my body was its fulcrum. Suddenly, a jolt of adrenaline exploded throughout my veins. I gritted my teeth and lowered my hips until my buttocks nearly touched the ground. After that, I raised my hips back to its starting position, triumphantly jutted out my chest, and hoisted the weight off my back, smashing it onto the ground. Crack! I was victorious.
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