Uh, I think it was a wednesday, or was it a thursday? Anyway, that day was when the strange phenomenon occurred. At the time I wasn't very sure it was a phenomenon. In fact, the thought never crossed my mind.
I just thought, 'Wow, I messed up big time.'
Hitting a new personal record on my bench press, it strangely felt a little too easy and so, I added another 5 pounds to see if maybe I can increase this personal record beyond what I expected.
My spotter behind me, he helped me lift up the barbell and with my focused grip I brought it down slowly to my chest and at the critical point, pushed with my chest as I should.
I somewhat struggled to get it back up to the rack with the assistance of my friend and when I was going to jump up in excitement, my left chest seemed as if it lost all strength and i fell off balance.
There was a sunken hole in my left chest. I knew what case I just faced very well: I tore my left pectoralis major.
The pain must've lagged behind as the instant I noticed that, I shouted in pain.
I went to get a check up and hopefully find a way to recover.
I practically bet my life on the doctor's capabilities.
All I've done in the past five or so years was wake up in one of the open beds in my mother's house, track my intake of food, workout, defecate, and eventually sleep to restart the day.
To summarize, bodybuilding was my only existing life. I had no job in sight and no want to get one as I was perfectly content with my life as it was.
Pushing myself past my limits with the weight of an ox on my back was a dreamy life.
Then I tore my left pec. It seemed the doctor told me that there was no way to recover. I couldn't possibly work my left chest again.
Fortunately, I eventually came over it as I decided I'd simply rather work on my right chest whenever I did "chest day".
Then the next day I worked on my legs. I did a light squat with some remnant trauma of the previous day. Through the session, I started to grow more confident as I seriously worked on my legs with perfect care. Then I tore my right achilles tendon. I'm sure I did nothing wrong; I even had my friend watching my form for me. Then
Then why?
Even now, I don't feel ashamed of the fact that I cried myself to sleep that night. It was a miserable time.
The cycle continued and when I only had my right chest left and my abdominals left, I decided to stop. I couldn't continue on like this. What reason was there to continue being crippled as I was and even furthering it to another extent? Clearly, some 'god' had something against me as I kept breaking myself.
Therapy didn't work because I could tell. I could see the hidden pity they had for me. There was no possible way for me to recover from this. Even for some of the possible surgeries I could've done, the costs were so high, I'm sure Bezos would sweat at the sight of it. Probably not, but I couldn't afford that and couldn't possibly force my mother to pay for a broken fellow like me.
Even when I went to the gym to do the lightest of workouts, it didn't feel the same.
With the remaining money I had, I didn't care for anything anymore as I made use of a few connections I made in the gym to buy a gun for a premium.
I looked myself in the mirror that day. With 90% of my body sunken in, I looked deformed, disgusting, and most importantly, I felt disgusted. I just wanted to wipe this miserable disgusting brat of the face of the earth.
With anger, I pulled the trigger up my mouth and a bullet must've flew out even though I couldn't really feel it with the amount of painkillers I was on.
Then, I woke up to find myself in a grass field with no physical attributes to be proud of at all.
I wasn't sure if it was one of those dreams you hear about in the stories where you live a whole life in the short span of 3 seconds in the real world. I did know, though, that the world I was in right now was completely different from the one I was familiar with. For starters, I was a completely different person.
In the distance there were some trees and when I turned around, the grass field went on for longer.
Towards the densely packed trees, I saw an opening. I instinctively almost called for help from my mother to get on a wheel chair before I sighed and stood up in trepidation.
Slowly standing up, breathing in and out with deep breaths, and walking with no fear of falling was a great experience.
I didn't think for a second before I tried doing pushups, squats, and squats.
I finished in surprise to find that I felt fairly light. It felt like I had the physique of someone who trained harder than I did in my other life.
I was really confused. This lanky fellow was stronger than I? I couldn't say that because I knew that he likely wasn't actually stronger. He probably was just lighter or weighed less. I didn't know my current bodyweight and had no measure to compare my strength to. Right now, I'd say I probably weigh 110 pounds?
I caressed 'my' muscles as I felt a smooth skin, softer to the touch than any silk I've seen and felt. The muscles weren't too developed so I assumed I must've been an adolescent.
It felt really weird to do it, but I checked down my pants. Oh! While I'm on the subject, my 'pants' weren't really pants, but I seemed to be wearing some weird robe. There was some silk strap around my thin waist that kept the robe tight enough to only reveal the top of my chest.
Along with the largely open sleeves, it was clear that either the pervious owner of this body was very traditional or I traveled to the past. I could've also went to another world and transmigrated, but I don't think that's possible. I'll keep it as a possiblility, though.
And yeah. I checked my crotch and I was right, this was definetely a very young man. I'd say around 13 to 14?
I couldn't care any less, though, since I could likely work out again. I'll defintely make sure to be a lot more careful.
With some knowledge about my current self, I no longer hesitated and tested the young man's running speed and at the same time, some of his endurance.
I ran to the opening in the forest ahead while I was at it. Just so I don't waste too much of my limited energy running around in a place where I can't ensure my safety.
I sure am not any Bear Grylls. I don't know which berries I can or can't eat. Man, I only know how to cook chicken, eggs, and how to make milkshakes. Hmm, et me check my pockets… Yup, I do not have a stove or a pan. I'll need to find civilization to rely on.
Back to what I was doing, I ran to the forest, pushing out my legs' potential to a certain extent. I flew with wind blowing against my face to an extend where my lips flapped around.
Now, when I say this guy ran fast, I mean he really ran fast. Like I'd say as fast a Usian Bolt? What was that, like 25 miles per hour? I don't remember, but it's definitely much faster than me. I remember running 20 at my peak, but this is beyond me.
I tore into the earth below me with every step, and after around 15 seconds, I stopped. I decided to walk the rest of the way. This kind of speed with this kind physique would through my stamina for sure.
I was almost at the forest I saw ahead, and getting out of the ankle high grass field which scratched at me endlessly felt great.
Sure enough, there really was a trail. I'm not sure on why it stopped right at the edge of the forest, but I didn't care as it surely meant there were people on the other side.
I didn't feel hungry or tired and even through all of that exercise, I didn't break a sweat.
I mean, this kid sure is fit, isn't he?