Winter - Lumberjack Mode
Between Christmas and New Year’s, most guys were winding down—snacking on leftovers, watching replays, dodging resolutions.
Not Wells.
He and Alton were holed up at Wells’ family cottage, way out in rural Ontario. The kind of place where the Wi-Fi was weak but the snowstorms hit hard. Firewood wasn’t just for vibe, it was survival.
That morning, Wells stepped out onto the porch in nothing but black boots, gold compression pants, and a thermal long sleeve stretched tight over his chest. His breath fogged the air. Axe in hand.
“Rise and chop, bro,” he called back inside.
Alton emerged a minute later, bundled like a tourist. “You serious about this?”
Wells tossed him a second axe. “Dead serious. Welcome to the Lumberjack Workout.”
Out back, snow crunched underfoot. The firewood pile was laughably small.
“Cabin won’t heat itself,” Wells said, squaring up. “Every swing’s a rep. Every log’s a set. Stay cold, stay weak.”
Alton rolled his eyes but peeled off his jacket. Soon both were stripped to compression gear, arms flexing, shoulders pumping as they worked in rhythm. Each axe swing cracked through the air, thudding into frozen bark. The forest echoed with impact.
“Not bad for a city bro,” Wells smirked after Alton split a thick log clean through.
“Not bad for a guy who hates winter,” Alton shot back.
Wells grinned. “Hate’s got nothin’ to do with it. I still dominate it.”
By midday, both were glistening, steam rising off their bodies like smoke.
The woodpile had tripled. Muscles pumped. Axes leaned against the wall.
Alton exhaled, stretching out his arms. “So we good now?”
Wells stepped closer, wiping sweat with the back of his wrist. “One more rule of the Lumberjack Workout.”
Alton raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Wells nodded toward the cabin, firelight flickering inside. “You chop enough wood, you earn your heat. And trust me…” he grinned, pulling the door open with a flex of his forearm, “…nothin’ beats stayin’ warm on a cold winter night… when you’ve earned it the hard way.” 😏
Inside, the fire roared. Muscles thawed. Winter raged outside. Inside? Gold standard heat.
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