Kaw Lake by Ethan Richards

Author:Ethan Richards [Richards, Ethan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Primal Publishing
Published: 2022-12-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6 – Deadlift

Brannigan Novak

Somewhere in Kaw Dam

Kaw Lake

There is one thing that atheists and Christians agree on:

The relativity of time.

Christian scholars have been arguing the meaning of Genesis’ use of the word “a day” long before Darwin got on the scene. Similarly, “a day” in deep time brings confusion because of the celestial bodies’ change during those same periods. Was a single day twenty-four hours, when the moon was still absorbing mass?

I have no clue how long I remained in the dam. I could not see sunlight, and my estimation of time depended on the illumination of my overhead light.

I slept. I ate. I worked out.

The room adjacent to mine, the one in which I had hidden from Luddy, had been converted into a weight room. I don’t know how or when, I just know that one day, the light turned on and there was a weight room. While there was no squat rack or bench, it was stocked full of kettle bells and Olympic weights.

What else could I do?

I worked out.

I put my new legs to the test.

I had seen a velociraptor and had my legs ripped off by a Kaw-Lake dwelling mosasaur, so my definition of the word “shocked” has changed. However, I will say that I was more than surprised by my recovery from the surgery-There was no recovery. When I worked out, it was not to rebuild; it was to build. I hated my confinement, but my strength training became a release .Despite my recent injuries, I felt stronger than ever before. I increased the weight of my lifts, and my captors rewarded me with nutrition. Unseen individuals would place food in my room. Soon, protein supplements and other nutritional supplements stocked my room.

I knew I needed to escape, but I also knew that increased strength would help my journey.

I was now forty years old, but my mind drifted back to the gym-rat days of my late teens and early twenties. I remembered when Arnold Schwarzenegger recorded a 710 lbs. deadlift, and his best friend Franco Columbu recorded a 750 lbs. deadlift. My new legs were developing thick muscularity and vascularity, and similarly I felt new mass in my upper body. Thick emerald-colored veins ran like a rhumba of snakes over my body. There was no denying it—I was becoming a muscle-bound freak.

I smiled; my dreams of youth were now becoming a reality. I looked over at the bar. I would work to match the deadlift of my idol, Franco Columbo.

When the lights directed me to the weight room, I would make my attempt.

And as if knowing what I was going to do, I found white chalk in the room.

I grimaced as I thought through the situation.

Was I becoming an accomplice to my enemy?

I shook my head, dismissing the thought.

I would think about it later. Right now, my addiction to iron called. I wanted to deadlift.

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