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A new group at work moved into our room and with them came a former strongman competition employee (editor's note: I work in IT!). He came over to help me with our new IP phones one day and he noticed my Captains of Crush grippers on my desk. I asked him to give it a go, since you know, he's a former strongman competitor. I didn't expect much to be honest because grip strength is simply something that no workout or training routine will work on unless you go specifically for grip strength - like a Crush gripper. I figured he probably stuck to benchpress. MISTAKE
So he grabbed the #1 off my desk and got ready to squeeze it. Now keep in mind, NO ONE at my job has been able to close the #1, much less the #2 or above. This is after probably 30 men have tried it.
So he grabs the #1 and simply obliterates it, to the point of it making a scraping noise as the handles grinded together at the edges. My jaw dropped.
So then he grabs the #2. I was like "ok hotshot try this one on for size. don't hurt yourself." Let me explain the #2 here for a second: most people think it WON'T CLOSE, that's how tough it is. Extremely tough and I still have issues with it to this day.
So he grabs it and GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIND, closed immediately!!!!!!! I was getting nervous at this point. Oh shit.
Then, I hand him the #2.5. You know, the one that I've been working on for nearly 2 years now. That one. 250 odd lbs of resistance for one hand to squeeze.
And he grabs it in his beastly hands and my entire world came crashing down upon me as I witnessed the handles of the #2.5 come together in unison and make contact. I ran around the room and chanted "I have a dreamed a dream, and now that dream is gone from me!!!!!!!!!" I moaned in agony. But then....
A FIT OF RAGE consumeth me, I ran back to my cubicle, grabbed the #2.5 out of his giant hands, and squeezed until my head hurt and GROUND the handles together with STRENGTH TO SPARE. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins and it seemed as if I were closing only the #2. This time HIS jaw dropped open and my fellow coworkers simply fell silent in awe. I had done it. All it took was a couple of milliliters of adrenaline and a REASON TO LIVE to close the #2.5. Today I replicated the feat, but barely - didn't seem nearly as easy as when I was high on life. But it is done.
I will put up a video as soon as my hand stops hurting