For the next racial slur I see with his jeans tucked in his sneakers.
Rest of the session doesn’t even fucking matter after that squat set buddy. Epic job.
Bro, are you like bi-polar or something?
Yeah man that was poetic. I’m jelly of your squat. What’s the deal with your DL though?
I used to pull good, then I got injured, now I’m pretty much better, but I’ve lost strength, getting it back is being impeded by squatting heavy. After my meet I’ll probably return to squatting and pulling heavy on opposite weeks.
As fate would have it, or maybe it’s just a coincidence, or maybe she saw me finish my set and decided to walk over at the same time. She and I arrived at the water fountain at the same time, I stepped to the side to allow her to go first, but she smiled and said to go ahead. Being the social Gordon-fuck that I still am I just smiled back, said ‘thank you’ and went for it.
She’s acquired an acronym b-t-dubs, BH. A co-worker used the song title to describe some random girl he noticed and I thought it fits a whole lot better here.
Squat: 360 x 8 x 3
First 4 were hard as FUCK, and I felt it in the piriformis big time. I’m sure the facts that I didn’t in the next 4 and they were easier had nothing to do with her showing up right after my 4th.
Press: 180 x 8 x 3
Could have been easier, but I got them all, sooooooo whatever
Farmer Walk: 325 x 2 x Some distance
I used the trap bar because the DBs bruised the fuck out of my thighs last time. I guess it’s good for something after all
Skull Crushers: 120 x 2 x 9