I’ve got the pump of a lifetime. We’re talking, once in a generation type stuff. It’s insane. It’s huge.
Things are getting hot and heavy. But in the heat of the moment, you realize that you need some protection. You can’t just go around raw all the time.
So I slid this bad boy on me, and went to town.
And I’m not taking it easy. There’s a lot of movement. I’m in a lot of positions that would ordinarily tear one of these shirts. But it holds up. It passes the “man test,” which I made up for the sake of this story.
I finish, the shirt is soaked.
I throw it in the wash, and it’s ready for my next heavy clean and jerk workout.