Countertop Combat Drill

Lounging around like some delicate ornament is strictly for amateurs, so I marched off that sofa and scrambled straight up the island stools onto the kitchen counter for sidekick conditioning. Aden always rambles on about leverage, but brute strength gets results. Right beside a round wooden cutting board, someone had abandoned a heavy stainless steel ice cream scoop next to an overturned white ceramic ramekin. Unacceptable clutter, but ideal training gear! I dug my pink boots into the slick quartz countertop, locked both taped arms around the thick metal handle, and hauled the entire scoop clean over my head with a fierce grunt. Ten flawless overhead presses later, I racked it triumphantly across the ceramic rim.