Quicksand: A Short Story

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My arms shuddered and I began feeling like the titan Atlas carrying the weight of the world. I was so close to finishing my max rep, yet the weight felt too grand and the bar began to lower. Just then coach instructed my spotter to rack the weight; and as the words reached my ear I felt a wave of disappointment towards myself. Two hundred and ten pounds, was that all I could do after a whole summer of strength camp. I felt as though I was sinking in quicksand, all this effort yet only for a loss in my strength. I remembered then of all that I have done to get this far starting at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. After a whole two years, I trained not missing a workout nor a day of strength camp. To reach what I now believed to be my plateau,
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