So, I watched The Grey again, I can’t stress enough how unbelievably good the end is. It’s inspiring as fuck and anyone who considers themselves a man should be able to take something pretty substantial from it. The movie is like a Deja Vu of his entire life. He lost his wife and everyone else he cared about and he has nothing. When he lost everyone in his life before hand, he became the character he was in the movie, he was depressed, hell, in the opening scene he goes off to kill himself.
The plane crash/situation with the wolves is like his second chance, in the end he’s alone with the Alpha, with LIFE, with DEATH, all staring him in the fucking face, he can give up, kill himself, run away, but he doesn’t, he glances at his suicide note and makes a decision, he remembers his wife telling him “Don’t be afraid” (I interpret this as they both knew she was terminal, and he wasn’t prepared to live without her, and her telling him we was a good, strong man and he could go on). He makes his choice, he kisses a picture of his wife, tapes a fucking knife to one hand and broken fucking bottles to the other and stares the wolf in the fucking face. He stares death in the face and says “Let’s Rock.” He might kill the wolf, he might not, but it doesn’t fucking matter, whether he dies 30 seconds after the camera closes of or 30 years later he can live with himself knowing he stared death in the face and fought it with his entire fucking being. I need to start bringing that attitude to my lifting, and the rest of my life.
Justin, maybe, maybe she was just wondering where the smell was coming from.
Joe, come on, bro.
Squat: 360 x 8 x 3
First set felt awful, rest were pretty good.
Bench: 250 x 8 x 3
Also, pretty easy
Chins: +50 x 5,5,8
Skull Crushers: 100 x 8,7
All the cambered bars in my gym are thick as fuck and give me a real phat forearm pump when I do these.