Back when I was a kid (about 4-5 years old) I loved Popeye, I use to watch him all the time on TV. He would eat spinach and go from a wimp to a beast just like that. I loved that ****! My mom sometimes fed me spinach and I believed that it made me incredibly strong.
Sometimes my two older (one 5 years older, one 3) female cousins were over at my house and my mom would feed me spinach. When she did that I would chase my cousins around the house with my arms flailing and acting all tough :jump1:
Everybody intensified my belief that the spinach was making me incredibly strong.
One time my cousins were asking me to lift various objects.. I can't remember what they were asking me to lift, but I could lift everything they threw at me.
Then they suggested that I lift up my house... I was completely up for it and believed 100% that I could do it.
So I went up to the side of my house and got into a deadlift position.. I got a good grip and was ready to go.....
I put every last ounce of my effort into trying to uproot my house (without even thinking of the ramifications if I were to succeed), fully expecting my strength would be enough to lift the house with ease...
I tried for about three seconds and there was no progress... I couldn't believe it... I didn't think there was one thing I couldn't lift.
So that's my story of how I nearly deadlifted my house :jump1:
For some reason I was thinking about it today, and wanted to post it here
Sometimes my two older (one 5 years older, one 3) female cousins were over at my house and my mom would feed me spinach. When she did that I would chase my cousins around the house with my arms flailing and acting all tough :jump1:
Everybody intensified my belief that the spinach was making me incredibly strong.
One time my cousins were asking me to lift various objects.. I can't remember what they were asking me to lift, but I could lift everything they threw at me.
Then they suggested that I lift up my house... I was completely up for it and believed 100% that I could do it.
So I went up to the side of my house and got into a deadlift position.. I got a good grip and was ready to go.....
I put every last ounce of my effort into trying to uproot my house (without even thinking of the ramifications if I were to succeed), fully expecting my strength would be enough to lift the house with ease...
I tried for about three seconds and there was no progress... I couldn't believe it... I didn't think there was one thing I couldn't lift.
So that's my story of how I nearly deadlifted my house :jump1:
For some reason I was thinking about it today, and wanted to post it here
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