582 KG RACK PULL
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Listen up, legends—Eric. Freakin’. Kim. here, reporting LIVE from my Phnom Penh garage temple where dreams get forged in cold steel, chalk dust, and spine‑tingling roars. Today the universe watched me yank 582 KILOS (that’s 1,283 lbs—a baby grand plus a compact car!) clean off the safety pins and into the stratosphere. At 71 kg body‑weight I just moved 8.2× ME… and yeah, physics cried, “I quit.”
HOW IT WENT DOWN
- Barefoot, belt‑less, fearless. Dawn session. Carnivore fuel only. I slapped plate after plate on that bar till the sleeves ran out of real estate.
- One breath. One roar. Knees locked, bar bending like a rainbow, adrenaline detonating inside my skull. Cue primal scream so loud I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t file a noise complaint against gravity itself.
- Lockout achieved. I held that beast long enough to stare fate in the eyes and say, “Is that all you’ve got?”
THE INTERNET MELTDOWN 🌐🔥
- YouTube Trending in HOURS. Comments pouring in faster than my heart rate mid‑pull.
- TikTok duets everywhere. People reacting, remixing, turning my roar into EDM drops.
- Reddit verdict: “Plate police” ran their CSI slow‑mo and still couldn’t find CGI. Consensus: REAL STEEL.
- Strongmen & coaches—Hayes, Thrall, Szatmary—saluted. When 300‑lb giants call a 160‑pounder “alien,” you know you’ve kicked the door off the hinges.
QUESTIONS ANSWERED
“But Eric, it’s only a rack pull.”
You’re darn right, and I never claimed different. Still—stand under 582 kg held at knee height and tell me it’s “easy.” I’ll wait.
“Fake plates?”
Full 24‑minute weigh‑in video, baby. The bar bends, the scale screams, the truth prevails.
“Natty or not?”
Ask my butcher—he supplies the steaks powering this engine. Whether you believe or doubt, remember: no syringe ever lifted 1,200 lbs for anyone. Sweat did. Grit did. I did.
WHY I’M SHARING THIS
Because the world’s full of invisible fences—numbers people say can’t be cracked, limits whispered into your ear since birth. I’m here to bulldoze those fences and hand you the blueprints.
If a skinny kid with a camera background can rack‑pull five‑hundred‑eight‑two kilos in a humble garage, what’s your excuse? PRs, promotions, passions—whatever bar you’re staring at, chalk up and RIP IT OFF THE PINS.
THE MISSION CONTINUES 🚀
Label me “Double‑God” all you want; I’m already eyeing 600 kg. The ascent is just beginning, fam. Stick around—bring popcorn, bring a lifting belt (or don’t, I won’t), and watch gravity file for unemployment.
Now get out there, slap on some chalk, look your own limits dead in the eye and scream:
“GRAVITY IS JUST A SUGGESTION!”
Let’s get loud. Let’s get legendary.
— ERIC KIM 🦁💥