When I was rowing canoe in the gym today, I suddenly heard some strange sounds behind me.
What the heck was that? I wondered. There were not many people in the gym this afternoon, probably around 20 or so scattering here and there making efforts to lose weight or gain muscle. I would say that this is an up-to-date gym with the latest workout equipment in the country. You can see that treadmills, bikes, weight-lifting equipment, stair climbers, dumbbells, dumb pots, and so on, are reasonably placed in this huge gym with running tracks around it. But picture taking is not allowed, otherwise I can show you what I am talking about. Isn't there a saying says that a picture worth a thousand words? What a shame!
So hearing the wounded-animal-like noise, curious, I turned around. I saw that guy. He was a well-built young fellow, and now he was lifting a barbell and probably the bell was too heavy for him. His face was twisted in pain caused by the weight that he almost couldn't stand. Seeing all this I couldn't help laughing, of course, sneakily. It seems that heavy-ass weight is not for everybody? At least, not for me. Not now.
Usually in the gym you can see quite a few strong people who are wearing the fashionable Mohawk haircut, nose piercings and tattoos on their arms, doing weightlifting in the platform. When they lift the weight, muscles and veins on their arms and chests dance elegantly. Not an illusion, not at all. A double take is what they make you want to do, seriously.
The dumbbells they are lifting? 50 pounds!
Now what I am thinking is that, one day I will make a pair of dumbbells with paper the same size of those that weigh 80 pounds, and put on the same colors that you can't tell they are fake, then I will sneakily bring them into the gym without being seen by the staff. I will lift them like nothing and wait to see how those strong-built people will react on seeing me like this.
Now I think that李鬼's axes were made of wood. So why can't I have a pair of dumbbells made of paper?
