Friday, June 28, 2013
This is the weight room at my YMCA. In a dark, dirty basement.
Someone wrote on the bottom of this wooden step that I use. It has inspired me to push hard more than once:
There must have been an emergency at the gym last night, because no one could seem to find the strength or time to pick up their weights! Even the 30 lb dumbbells were left on the floor haphazardly.
I mean, honestly, if you're going to lift the weights over and over, but can't seem to find the umph to lift them one more time to re-rack them - well - something must be happening!
And here, someone started to unload the 45's from the barbell after deadlifts. See, on one side, they took off the collar and one of the 45's. But the others were left on.
And here I am! This is mere moments before I deadlifted 130lbs!
By the way, yesterday we went to Bob Evans for breakfast ("down on the farm") and I had biscuits and gravy. I ate the SH*T out of them. And today I kicked the crap out of my workout. I was impressing myself left and right. Indeed, to get stronger, I must eat. They're not making that up.