I have a friend who is an incredible comics autist and had a custom bookshelf made in the size aspect for french graphic novels. I will pause for you to roll your eyes now.
The time came for him to move from his walk-up apartment and the bookshelf was too big to take out the front door. It was built inside. I say built, not assembled - this wasn't some IKEA shit that could be disassembled, but about 180lb of hardwood in a floor-to-ceiling height bookshelf that was properly nailed together.
We decided to tip it over the balcony and one of us would catch it. My friend is a lanklet hungry skeleton and my wife is 4'11 and 90 lb dripping wet. So even though I am a manlet, I was designated the catcher.
With some extreme difficulty, the two of them finally were able to tip the bookshelf over the balcony railing, which acted as a high fulcrum. When the back end came down, I was able to catch it in an OHP lockout position, although I did not have the leverage to do anything past that point. There I was, holding the bookshelf end-up like a fucking caber leaning against the balcony railing, in full OHP lockout, while shouting at lanklet friend and wife to get their asses downstairs and find a way to help me safely unload this thing or I was going to let it drop and shatter right there. It took the two of them almost a full minute to get down, and then what felt like an eternity to figure out how to brace against it to provide a human sledge for this thing to slide down safely.
It was in that moment that I was euphoric in my own fitness enlightenment, because if I hadn't been able to hold that thing in OHP lockout for so long, I'd either be dead or that fine custom piece of hardwood furniture would be splinters.
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