Just got done with my Saturday lift, I was working back, my finishing exercise was strip deads with 60 second intervals… as the last exercise of the day I had to dial down and go embarrassingly lite, oh well.
I pulled 495 for a fiver, stripped the quarters and cranked 445 for seven, 405 felt lite, I did a dozen, my last drop always to failure was the tree fiddy, I usually stop at true muscle failure, when I start bleeding from my eyes and ears. Today, I dropped the bar after hitting the vomiting threshold because this irresistible craving or overwhelming instinctual sensation hit me…
Go talk shit on Sherdog.