Jesse runs her gym through the day helping others no matter their skill level on the road to fitness and self betterment. But one the doors lock she heads up to her huge apartment above the gym, and goes to work in her personal gym. Sound proofed and triple reinforced floors allow her to push herself to limits very few reach.

Today was a beach mark day for her she had been working hard for a very long time two years since she had set her personal best deadlift record of 462kg, and before her lay a bar of custom made tungsten weights. It was her dream to double her previous record and she had this barbell custom tailored for just that, it was a whopping 930kg.

She carefully set up her camera on a gamble mount, not wanting it to topped when this weight cam crashing down no matter success of failure. It was now or never, she was warmed up limber and ready to go. Looking to the camera she spoke. “My name is Jesse Snowsilver, owner and proprietor of the Iron Mare gym. This is my attempt to shatter my previous lift record of 462 kilograms. The barbell you see before me is custom made for this, it weighs in and 930 kilograms. This will hopefully a new landmark in my fitness journey. As i plan to do a full clean and press with this barbell.” She let out a breathe she didn’t know she was holding and got into position. She dropped into a deep squat her hand shaking a bit before she gripped the bar.

As she started her lift she felt the strain, she was putting her all into this and is showed, every muscle on her body bulged in a powerful flex. She grit her teeth and dug deeper feeling the bar shifting and sagging a bit to to the sheer weight it was carrying. She closed her eyes tight and began to push with her legs feeling the trembling in her legs only pushed her harder. Slowly and surely she began to stand. Deep striations appearing across her muscles as she worked harder than ever before. And soon enough she was standing, the massive weight dragging downwards on her hands. That was she easy part done, the next two parts were the hardest of all.

Her great coat shone silver in the light a thin sheen of sweat coating her as she began the strenuous task of churning that weight up to her chest. She stared past her camera into the mirror behind it and started the next leg of this clean And press her arms bulging further as she hefted the weight forward and up. Her teeth grit and the cry coming from her sounded like she was ready to break, but soon it cleared her massive bust and she allowed it to rest a moment on her pecs.

Sweat now dripping off her body she couldn’t let herself rest, her goal was in sight. She began to push upwards arms trembling, last flaring wide her abs seeming to pop and bulge outwards as her core fought to keep her steady, she closed her eyes tight to the pain a few tears mingling with the sweat. Then.. she felt it her arms had straightened out. She slowly opened her eyes and she saw her self in the mirror barbel pressed triumphantly above her head. Her jaw went slack, but soon a giggle then as she the weight drop with an earth shaking boom she had moved to full on boisterous laughter. She had done it, she reached the goal she had set for herself. Of course there is always the next but for now she was content with this one.

Art by the awesome  Atariboy