Penultimate

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Utkatasana variation with one leg folded

My thighs were shaking. My quads were screaming for help. My seemingly insubstantial yet efficient gluteus was growing numb already.
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I was squatting or in a yogic term, performing my best utkatasana. I was not alone. With another man, I was there. In the middle of a mall. With numerous pairs of eyeballs staring at me, at him, at us, at our gruelling struggle to hold our butts off the ground.
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I had no idea who this guy was. But he was one of those guys who love to do that hardcore body weight workout. Compared to my miniscule musculature, they looked way more admirable, curvy, and manly.
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But I was not going down without a fight. Around ten of us were asked to come forward and squat as long as we could. Yes, it was a squat contest.
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I felt less than ambitious to be the longest but I couldn’t retreat so let me make my best efforts after all, I said to myself.
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One, three, seven, ten seconds, everyone seemed quite strong. And then at the sixtieth second, one or two people began succumbing. I too thought I couldn’t make it but I persisted still. This is the right time to celebrate this feather weight and flat ass as cheerfully as I possibly could, I mumbled.
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Then more and more people who I thought were way stronger and durable eventually surrendered. They stood up, panting and cursing the torturing contest.
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Until I realized the timer crawled to 120 seconds. I had glimpsed at this guy a few steps beside me still squatting strong like before. I felt I almost wanted to faint and I didn’t know my form was less than perfect until a spotter warned me. I couldn’t believe this guy still held the squat like a pro.
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It was only two of us squatting. Things were getting fierce. I heard people around us yelling and trying to provoke.
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It was a few seconds before 3 minutes of holding our squat before I gave up. I stood up and let him won and took the prize and pride. But as a penultima, I made my best efforts.