#brostrength

Chest bare under the winter sun. Gold compression pants glint against the snow. Grip tight on a weighted metal shovel, not some plastic toy. Every rep a deadlift. Every toss a clean-and-press. He’s not clearing the sidewalk, he’s training.

Drive through the legs. Engage the core. Dominate the drift. Neighbors watch. He doesn’t notice. Or maybe he does. Doesn't matter. He’s focused. Shirtless. Pumped. Snow’s not the enemy. It’s the gym.

By the end, biceps pumped, forearms tight, glutes burning. Yard’s clear. Body’s shredded. Alpha energy radiating off him like heat off asphalt.

Who needs a gym when the driveway’s covered? Wells turns every flake into a flex, snow ain’t gonna move itself, bro. Gold glintin’, muscles burnin’, neighbors jealous. Alpha doesn’t hibernate. He grinds.