Mar 3, 2019
his cheeks are flushed, sunkissed skin rendered scalding from his exertion, but with one final grunt, he manages to re-rack the barbell and exhausted arms fall back onto arched chest, sweat beading at his brow as he takes a couple of breaths. eventually, he gets up to a sitting position, the corners of his lips curling as he raises a tired fist to his spotting partner.
“ if it weren’t for you, i don’t think i’d be able to do that last rep, man ... can’t believe i hit my PR so early! ” and between his words, his stomach grumbles in protest of all his exertion, forcing a half-embarrassed, half-amused laugh from him as he slowly gets to his feet. “ ‘re you free after this? it’ll be my treat! ” // * @stckhlmr.