How I got swole

Excellent piece of fiction

>>42621018
just do it dont ask

>>42621046
I fucking wish

>>42621018
Yes u fag

>>42621055
No seriously it's good a premise for a comic book.

Like Spiderman.

>In too much pain to even walk home so i get on the trolley and make it half way back.
>over the course of an hour i crawl uphill back to my house
>i get home drenched in sweat, a quivering wreck
>tell my mom i went for a run
>no need to say anymore
>still have half a liter of miracle juice left
>will last me for like a month
>this is where the fun begins
schleep
wakeup
>my legs hurt like crazy, but look just as good as the day before
>put on the shortest shorts i own and drive to school
>strut through the hallway making sure everyone can see my legs
>hurts, but wins me respect
>head down to the track after school people compliment me
feelsgood
>tell the coach i'd like to register for a race
>he's surprised, but lets me do it
>right before we start that day's run, go to the bathroom and take a shot
>start jittering a lot, so i wait a bit
>as soon as the pain fades from my legs, i head out
>if this is what drugs are like i can see why people get so into them
>get onto the track and immediately start sprinting
>my breathing is sounding weird
>shrug it off
>make it back to start before any of the varsity fags
>the coach is obviously impressed, but also suspicious
>tell him I had an energy drink before, and have been practicing a lot
>technically true
>still high, so i decide to run the track again. its about 2 miles, and I only had about 1 mile left in me
>get halfway to the end of the track.
p a i n
>collapse onto the dirt
>breathing is definitely weird
>get up and walk back
> get back after everyone else, extra sweaty
>the coach is super happy with my preformance
>says if I win the race I can get a varsity letter
>challenge accepted
>day of the race
>take 2 shots
> collapse instantly
>the feeling in my legs is so far gone i dont even know if im standing or not when my eyes are closed
>get up
>go to finish line
>win the race
in that order, at that speed
>beginning to notice severe breathing problems
>might take a break

This is the most retarded shit I've ever read on /fit/ and I'm loving every moment

second to last story

>2 weeks later
>pain is gone
>breathing is fine
>life is good
>i can run at a good pace normally without the serum now
>decide I'll just do that one last job.
>that final heist
>go out in flames, and never return
>I was goin to run a marathon, and I was going to do it in record time
>then I would stop running competitively forever
>brew up one liter of liquid life
>Tell coach I plan on representing my school in a marathon
>He is very supportive
>Live in california
>closest marathon is the Surf City Marathon in Huntington
> Register
>day of the race
>i'm excited
>hundreds of people from my school will be there to cheer me on
>My family is there too
>Theres no way i can lose
>the difference between my formula's miles per sip and the distance of a marathon is quite exponential, so i just chugged a liter bottle of it in the bathroom
>I feel immediate pain, but it soon fades away as it is replaced with pure power
> walk as naturally as i can to the start
>say best of luck to the others
>the race starts
> and i book it
>everyone is moving at a slow, steady pace
>they must think I'm a fool for sprinting at the start
>little do they know im the fuckin baws
>I made it half way
>first place
>second place is a mile behind me
> I'm mid-leap when i feel what feels like a brain freeze
>it doesnt stop
>I hear ringing
>Im scared, but i cant stop running
>suddenly, my vison gets blurred, and i stop processing reality
________
I win the race
I take home the gold medal and get interviewed by a guy with the guinness book of world records
Im a celebrity
everyone loves me
everyone wants to be me
all the girls want me
____________

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>then I wake up in a hospital bed
>I'm confused
>my dream seemed so real
>then i realize what must of happened
>i get scared
>it must have been bad
>the hospital staff must have noticed my heart rate speeding up
>two nurses and a doctor rush in
>it is explained to me that all the chemicals i had ingested caused a blood clot in my digestive tract
>thats a nice way of saying i had a minor heart attack
>well shit
>thats not fun
>I could have died
>but i didnt
>i lived to tell the tale
>with muscles as battle scars
>unfortunately i developed a sensitivity to caffeine, and cant consume coffee without having a mini seizure

Don't be like me /fit/. don't take steroids or supplements, or homemade meth. Don't take shortcuts for success. You could end up in a much worse position than me.

Or you could get fucking jacked

What in the actual hell was all this? Is this legitimate autism?

>>42621362
So everything that happened after you passed out during your first run was the drug fueled heart attack dream?