For many moons I have seen the stories of Brodin's interventions in aiding the gains of the brave swoldiers on the Iron Road. Stories worthy of sharing in the halls of Swolehalla after we all lift our final weights in the mortal realm. Never did I think Brodin would see me worthy of a spot, at least not for quite a few more cycles of my lift plan.

I have been struggling with my leg strength and its disproportionality with the rest of me. I can press a bench more than I can lift a dead. To aid this I have doubled my prayers to the demigods of Quads and Hammies, and also Lumbar, the demigod whose wrath I fear most.

During yesterday's Prayer a mighty storm erupted, engulfing my temple. The earth shaking tremors of Brodin's bumper weights slamming on his Swoly platform could be heard. I knew Brodin had come to Deadlift along side me. I was able to Lift more Dead than ever before, and finally surpassed my Press of Bench.

Sorry if my tale is lame compared to the many glorious tales I have read here. I am just Honored to have been worthy of the Allspotter's gaze.