flash fiction – the pump

at the height of the last raised repetition, I nearly lose the dumbbell on the descent down. Tears of sweat are rolling down every part of my body caught greedily by the towel beneath me. I can breathe fire, plasma highways raise from my neck down to my engorged biceps. My hands are numb, I stand up straight, I cannot fall, I cannot give in. the familiar rush and sting. I reach for the dumbbell for my second set.

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