This is a 100% true story.

So I’m at the gym right now. I was doing a set of pull ups, minding my own business, when I hear a trainer yelling at their client “Goddammit don’t you quit! Don’t you quit! Give me one more!”

This gave me a burst of energy, and I honestly did a few more reps than I thought I was going to do.

Then the voice got closer.

“You have one more you son of a bitch. Don’t you quit on me!”

At this moment, I finally realize this is not a personal trainer. In the mirror on the wall I can now see this is a random 6’5” absolutely ripped black guy who has taken it upon himself to not let me half ass my workout.

As I struggle for my last rep he growls in a low, almost whispering voice, “HELL YEAH BROTHER.”

I stall out about 75% of the way up on my last rep. I’ve hit muscle failure. That’s when I feel a pair of hands under my legs, spotting me and gently lifting me up so I can finish that last rep.

He then literally gives me a chest bump, says “that’s what I’m talking about,” and walks away.