“5 more, bro!” my spotter yells at me as I lay on the bench, eyes bloodshot, blood pumped with adrenaline, and clothes drenched. “UP, UP, UP!” The final rep grinds to completion, and the bar clunks back into its hooks. Bro fist. Handshake. We swap places and the carnage resumes. “You got this, man! Nice! … Continue reading Dude, the church needs you