Originally Posted by J_Byrd
I got home from work and let my dog out. Someone had opened the gate on my fence and he escaped. After about a 1/2 mile run I finally caught him. Then was forced to carry his 80lb ass back to the house. Two things I know from this, 1. I am fat as hell and out of shape, 2. I will be able to squat on Sunday.
That would be equivalent of the Dinosaur 80 lb sand bag carry according to Brooks Kubik!
Best Gym Lifts...Dosen't matter....they don't count!
Best Meet Lifts:
Squat = 325
Bench = 210
Dead = 353
Total = 888
The iron is there during my times of happiness, sadness and anger. The iron is there available through the 4 seasons and inclement weather. The iron is there to either comfort me or motivate me. The Iron manages to show me how strong I am or how humble I need to be. The iron does not yell, but it always demands respect. The iron is not a disciplinarian, but when disrespected, I feel it for a long time. The iron does not love or hate, but we definitely share a strong bond. And no matter how far I stay away or for how long, the iron is there, waiting to be lifted.