Funny Hull
Bicep Challenge
30 Apr 2009
After a lad’s night out night round Hull’s Old Town, me and some mates went back to one of our houses for a few more beers.
Spotting a pair of dumbbells in my mate’s living room, we embarked on a macho bicep curl competition. The format we devised was similar to the rules of high jump in you were eliminated if you couldn’t hit and ever increasing target of 10, then 20, then 30 and so on.
Most entrants dropped out around the 40 or 50 mark; leaving me and one of my mates to put pride above pain. We soldiered on to a point where we had to 100 and then 110.
At this point, I declared that I would not attempt the 120 genuinely concerned that my back felt as though it would break and arms would burst.
My friend took this as a victory and bragged that I’d bottled the challenge.
It turned out that I was glad I did when I found out that he’d awoken the next day with his arms completely seized up in a bicep curl position. He had to take the week off work whilst he gradually regained the ability to move.
He hasn’t learnt his lesson and still rises to challenges regardless of the physical damage.
I reckon he’ll be dead before he’s 40.
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