So I was doing my 5x5 routine at the gym today. I was midway through my 4th set of 255 deadlifts when all of a sudden something amazing happened. I popped my first callus off. As satisfying as it was to look down and see the bloody hole in the middle of my palm I was unsure what to do. Then it occured to me, the fucking thing is already off I might as well finish. So I finished up my last 2 sets and then spent 15 minutes doing palm flexes in front of the mirrors admiring my own manliness.