/ztg/ - the gym

from /ZTG/ - Zootopia General: Bun With Gun Edition
https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/59289721/#59294176
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>"Come on Remmy," comes the enthusiastic cry from above, "Push it!!"
>I inhale sharply, squeezing my fists around the weighted bar as hard as I can.
>"You got this, Rem!" Cliff calls out, standing next to me like an orange tower of muscle.
>My peripheral vision reveals that Avo's taken her eyes away from her phone to watch me bench what's basically miniscule weight, but it's somehow enough to spur me on, even more so than the cats encouragement.
>Legs digging hard into the ground, I groan and then scream a strangled scream as I manage to push the weight off my chest by a foot, arms bent, gradually straightening out until finally, by the grace of God I push the weight completely up, the bar precariously hovering above me.
>Neil quickly grasps the bar and tugs it onto the rack with a satisfying clash of metal on metal, a ringing signal of a job well done.
>Relieved and almost out of breath, I laugh, wiping the sweat off my brow before tiredly sitting up.
>I wince as I feel a large paw give a congratulatory clap on my back, the adrenaline wearing off.

>"Eyyy, f-kin' congrats Rem!" Neil cheers. "You managed to do ten reps on all your sets this time! And you squeezed that last rep out beautifully."
>"Gave himself that nice, juicy rep at the end there. Our little man is making more progress since last week." Cliff nods in acknowledgement.
>"Aw, sht you guys," I blush, still chuckling breathlessly, "I couldn't have done it without ya. I think I'm getting stronger, finally."
>"You totes are," Neil smiles. "You keep bein' consistent like you've been the last few weeks, you'll be bigger in less than a year."
>"Hah, yeah..." Truth be told, I was hoping for it to be sooner than that, but even I know that's unrealistic.
>I scratch the back of my head, forehead dripping sweat as I stand, wobbly on my feet.
>I turn to see Neil and Cliff adding a couple extra 45 pound weights to my simple *one singular plate* of 45 on each side. I have a long way to go.
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>"Hey," I hear a husky contralto speak from behind me.
>"You finally managed to rep out 135. You ain't a little lamb no more," Avo nods, looking amused. "You've now graduated to baby-fluff, no more diapers and bibs for you. It's only gonna get tougher from here on out, you know."
>"Yeah yeah," I laugh, rolling my eyes. "I ain't throwing in the towel until I'm benching 225, and even then-"
>"Got a long way to go before you get to that, fluff." She scoffs, patting my coif, which she regrets when her hand comes away with sweat.
>"You're like a freaking loofa." She pulls out her towel and uses it to wipe her paw.
>"You need to work out your eyes, my friend." I quip.
>"Not as much you need to work out your everything before you get to wherever your goals lie." She returns easily. "Better keep up the pace or those kitties are gonna get bored of you."
>"Remmy's welcome to hang with us here so long as he gives 110% like today!" Neil calls out from his spotter position.
>"yyyYYYEEAH!" Cliff cries out as he performs another heavy rep, agreeing with him.
>I feel a paw pat my head again, though this time through a towel. I see her smiling down at me and look away, feeling a little bit put on the spot by these guys.
>It's a long way to go from here, but I think I'm gonna be happy to go along this path.