Okay, so me and Tyrese have been becoming really good friends. And, because of the nature of working out, I've gotten adjusted to him invading my personal space. Sometimes, he has to to get close in order to make sure that I'm not going to hurt myself. Other times, he has to get close and touch my body (parts of it anyways) to see how my muscles are holding up. And normally, it doesn't really bother me.
Normally.
Until the day I have to do Skull Crushers. (yeah, they are just as scary as they sound.) The gist of it is, you lay on your back, and raise the weights up so dangerously close to your skull. (There is a real possibility that I could accidentally brain myself.) As you can see from the picture, you re
ally need to do this exercise with someone spotting you. (gym-speak for someone who watches over you to make sure that you don't brain yourself.)
ally need to do this exercise with someone spotting you. (gym-speak for someone who watches over you to make sure that you don't brain yourself.) So, here I am, laying on the bench, holding the ever-heavy weights in my hand. And, as you can imagine, Tyrese needs to stand at the end of the bench, right by my noggin. (on braining patrol, if you wish) So, basically, I am laying with my head between his legs.
Yeah....take a minute to take that all in.
So, I'm laying on a bench, with my head between this legs. And of course, not only is Tyrese looking fine this day, but he is also going commando.
Yeah, not wearing underwear under his sweatpants.
How do I know? Because all 12 inches of him are flapping around, down his leg. (I get a close up, thanks to the skull crushers. )
Every time he leans in to help me with the weight, (which is dangerously above my face, BTW) I can see his Johnson attempt to tap me on the head. (I'm dangerously closed to being woodpeckered) It makes me cringe. It makes me cringe while holding a heavy-ass weight over my face. The situation is not looking good.
Every time he leans in to help me with the weight, (which is dangerously above my face, BTW) I can see his Johnson attempt to tap me on the head. (I'm dangerously closed to being woodpeckered) It makes me cringe. It makes me cringe while holding a heavy-ass weight over my face. The situation is not looking good.
I continue with my lifting. He continues counting. And his Johnson continues to try to tap me on the forehead. I'm desperately looking for a way out. But more importantly, I'm trying to find somewhere else to look!
My arms are shaking, and I want to give up. But, at the same time, I want to be done as soon as I can! My goal in life is: don't get teabagged.
After what felt like a lifetime, I finally got done. I rolled off the bench, and did an army crawl back to the locker room.
I never said anything to Tyrese.
I just couldn't do it.
I just couldn't do it.
