I was once told by someone wise that chicken is the power of life, and without life there could be no bacon. Without bacon there can be no lift, and without lift my muscles would never be as defined now as they never were. So I looked at the man in the mirror, wondering how he could have thought of something so prophetic, because I don't see myself reading. He simply walked away and I almost shit myself. Turns out I was hallucinating, which typically happens when doing a military after a bench. But I won't forget the day I flexed so hard that words got punch out of my brain with my mouth at the person I respect the most - my biceps.