33rd Day of Spring, 517 A.V.
Night/18th Bell
Night/18th Bell
Quzon bit his lip forcefully, hard enough that it pierced the flesh of his lip, as he grasped both of his hands against the extreme weight of a steel barbell and tried to pull against; more testing its threshold at first rather than outright trying to dead-lift it off of the ground. His thoughts wandered for just a fraction of a second and for a moment he felt like a child, unable to lift the simplest of objects. His heels digging into the ground while he bent slightly at the knee, straining as he used his legs to lift rather than his back. After the moment passed, though, he forced it out of his mind. And gave up on trying to lift the barbell.
Quzon had been testing himself. As his gaze wandered to each end of the barbell, he shook his head knowing he put an excess of over five hundred pounds onto it. Even if the circumstance was one of his making, he cursed himself for showing such weakness. He wanted to force his way out of it. He could only rely on himself here, he told himself, and whining did nothing but waste time that he didn't have. "Conquer the mind, conquer the body. Never quit." He thought to himself; his inner monologue spoken in Isur, as he started to take all of excess weights off of the seven foot long, fifty pound bar. It left him with a reasonable amount of weight to continue his training with.
Quzon stood in front of that same barbell again, keeping his back straight while shaking out some tension he felt in his arms, and stood in a partial crouch with a slight bend at the knees.
He made a sudden deep inhale to fill his lung with much needed air that would empower his muscles, then gripped the bar at a shoulders width apart. The half Isur lifted the one hundred fifty pounds of weight off of the ground, exhaling once he'd raised the bar high enough so that it could rest against his chest. In one jagged, but forcefully controlled motion, Quzon summoned all of his strength to push the bar straight up into the air, letting it hover above his head with a slight bend at his elbows.
That was his starting position.
He took his time, going deliberately slow as he lowered the barbell down towards his collarbone. "GHahh" He groaned out as he stopped it before it touched his chest, allowing it to hover within an inch of his chest before he pressed the bar back up into the air again, only returning to the starting position for a tick before lowering it back down. However, this time he altered the position of his arms to lower the bar down behind his neck.
His shoulders were the key muscles that were forced to control all of that weight. The muscles swelled with the heat of pending exertion as he pressed the bar up to the sky.
"One" He grunted out in Isur, then lowered it back down to his chest again to repeated the 'alternating shoulder barbell press' several more times. "Five!" Quzon groaned out with excited fatigue as both of his shoulders started to shake in discomfort, wanting to quit the task they were forced to undertake. "Twelve!"
Quzon sank himself deeper into concentration, breathing deeply to let the fresh air refreshen his muscles, straining against the resistance of heavy metal that did not wish to be lifted off of the ground. Once he finished his first set of twelve repetitions, Quzon guided the bar back down to rest against his chest, and controlled the bars decent until the weights were safely resting back down on the ground.
Quzon had been testing himself. As his gaze wandered to each end of the barbell, he shook his head knowing he put an excess of over five hundred pounds onto it. Even if the circumstance was one of his making, he cursed himself for showing such weakness. He wanted to force his way out of it. He could only rely on himself here, he told himself, and whining did nothing but waste time that he didn't have. "Conquer the mind, conquer the body. Never quit." He thought to himself; his inner monologue spoken in Isur, as he started to take all of excess weights off of the seven foot long, fifty pound bar. It left him with a reasonable amount of weight to continue his training with.
Quzon stood in front of that same barbell again, keeping his back straight while shaking out some tension he felt in his arms, and stood in a partial crouch with a slight bend at the knees.
He made a sudden deep inhale to fill his lung with much needed air that would empower his muscles, then gripped the bar at a shoulders width apart. The half Isur lifted the one hundred fifty pounds of weight off of the ground, exhaling once he'd raised the bar high enough so that it could rest against his chest. In one jagged, but forcefully controlled motion, Quzon summoned all of his strength to push the bar straight up into the air, letting it hover above his head with a slight bend at his elbows.
That was his starting position.
He took his time, going deliberately slow as he lowered the barbell down towards his collarbone. "GHahh" He groaned out as he stopped it before it touched his chest, allowing it to hover within an inch of his chest before he pressed the bar back up into the air again, only returning to the starting position for a tick before lowering it back down. However, this time he altered the position of his arms to lower the bar down behind his neck.
His shoulders were the key muscles that were forced to control all of that weight. The muscles swelled with the heat of pending exertion as he pressed the bar up to the sky.
"One" He grunted out in Isur, then lowered it back down to his chest again to repeated the 'alternating shoulder barbell press' several more times. "Five!" Quzon groaned out with excited fatigue as both of his shoulders started to shake in discomfort, wanting to quit the task they were forced to undertake. "Twelve!"
Quzon sank himself deeper into concentration, breathing deeply to let the fresh air refreshen his muscles, straining against the resistance of heavy metal that did not wish to be lifted off of the ground. Once he finished his first set of twelve repetitions, Quzon guided the bar back down to rest against his chest, and controlled the bars decent until the weights were safely resting back down on the ground.
