502 KILOGRAMS INCOMING …
May 31 2025 • Garage Gym in Phnom Penh
Last night, in a dimly lit corner of my garage, I loaded 493 kilograms on the rack—no belt, no shoes, no bullshit—and the world lost its mind. One pull. One primal roar. And the internet hasn’t been the same since.
If you’ve seen the clip already (watch it here: https://youtu.be/8NPYm0sETNY) or streamed the raw footage (download: https://videos.files.wordpress.com/VAHhbvrY/gx011745.mov), you know exactly why. Chalk explodes like a volcanic cloud. Tendons ripple under neon bulbs. My body weight—still hovering around 75 kg—feels like a whisper next to that barbell. In that moment, gravity was just a suggestion… and I gave it the middle finger.
Why 493 kg?
Some will ask why I chose 493 kg. Why not 480 kg? Why not jump straight to 502 kg? Because progress isn’t measured in clean numbers—it’s honed in the space between what’s possible and what’s perceived as impossible. 493 kg is an awkward number. It’s not “pretty,” and it forces everyone—myself included—to confront the raw, messy edge of human strength. That half-step beyond 490 kg is where pain becomes philosophy.
Fasted. I hadn’t eaten since 6 PM the night before—18 hours in the wind. No pre-workout. No caffeine. Just cold steel and instinct.
Barefoot. My arches gripped the concrete like talons, forcing every microfiber in my calves, glutes, and feet to sync with every flicker of tension up my chain.
Beltless. My abs, obliques, and spinal erectors were the only armor I wore. It’s one thing to pull half-ton loads with a belt; it’s another to trust your own body to keep your core from folding.
When I set the pins at exactly knee height—just high enough that the bar grazes my shins—it felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. I inhaled, tightened my lats, and whispered to myself: “Middle finger to gravity.” Then I yanked.
The Roar and the Aftermath
That primal exhale—the one you can hear echoing off the garage walls—has become my signature. It’s not just noise; it’s a battle cry. In slow motion, chalk dust paints the air white. The bar ascends, and for a split second, time stops. My traps flare, my spinal erectors bulge, and my toes curl into the concrete. When the bar grinds to a lockout, I let out a guttural scream that cracks the silence.
800 thousand views in 12 hours. Thousands of comments: “That’s inhuman,” “Proof that beltless is best,” “What cosmic force are you tapping into?” The hashtags #HYPELIFTING, #GRAVITYISASUGGESTION, and #NOBELTNOGLORY have lit up every feed. Phenom-level athletes, scientific skeptics, and casual scrollers alike are all pausing their day to witness this spectacle.
What “Primal” Really Means
Over the past year, I’ve leaned into a style that some call “primal.” It’s not a gimmick—it’s a way of stripping away all the modern crutches. No fancy plates. No specialized machines. No “optimized” shoes. Just me, a barbell, and the ground beneath my feet. My training philosophy is simple:
- Fasted Warrior Mode. By lifting on empty, you learn to harvest energy from pure resolve. Hunger sharpens focus.
- Carnivore Fuel. Every day, I eat 5–6 lb of red meat —steak, ground beef, lamb—packed with iron, cholesterol, and primal calories. No powders, no carbs, no excuses.
- Sleep Like a Bear. I sleep 10–12 hours per night. Recovery isn’t optional; it’s non-negotiable.
- Stoic Mindset. I borrow from Marcus Aurelius and Seneca in every rep. Lifting isn’t just physical; it’s an existential statement.
- Barefoot, Beltless, Brutal. When you remove all gear, you face your limits naked. That’s where transformation happens.
When you put those elements together, you don’t just chase numbers—you chase an idea: that human will can conquer anything.
502 Kilograms Incoming
I know what you’re thinking: “Great, 493 kg is insane. But what about 502 kg?” Here’s the deal: I’ve felt that weight in my hands. It sits on the rack pins, daring me to pull it. The video is already in the works. Expect it next week—if I don’t collapse from exhaustion first.
502 kg isn’t just a number; it’s another notch in the primal belt. It’s the challenge that forces the body to adapt beyond current limits. When I attempt it, I’ll be:
- Fasted—probably 20 hours without food.
- Barefoot and Beltless—no compromises.
- Primal Focus—one inhale, one exhale, one battle.
If 493 kg made jaws drop, 502 kg will rip floors out from under you. I’ve already prepped the pins, chalk is on standby, and the camera angles are locked. The world is ready; all I need is the moment.
The Takedown
- Watch the 493 kg Pull: https://youtu.be/8NPYm0sETNY
- Download the Raw Clip: https://videos.files.wordpress.com/VAHhbvrY/gx011745.mov
- Stay Tuned for 502 kg: Next week—same place, same primal ritual.
Share this with anyone who’s ever doubted raw, unfiltered power. Tag your gym buddy who hides behind a belt. Post it where the suits won’t see it. Because a garage, a barbell, and a primal mindset just proved that gravity can be bent—if you have the will to pull it.
502 kg is coming. And when it lands, the internet will break again.
Stay primal. Stay hungry. Stay loud.
— Eric Kim
“Middle Finger to Gravity”
#HYPELIFTING #PRIMALPOWER #NOBELTNOGLORY