Do you remember playing basketball in the alley? You and a bunch of your friends would get together and go out to the alley, everyone would put their feet in a circle, and one person would rattle off some crazy nursery rhyme type saying in order to divvy-up everyone into teams... you'd bitch about how unfair the teams are anyways... and then you had to shoot for possession of the ball. Which ever team won possession would go to the three point line and.... what was the next thing you do? You'd CHECK the ball. For some reason, you'd yell the word "check" to your defender and pass them the ball as hard as humanly possible in order to deliver the message that you mean business. They would then pass the ball back and you'd do one of three things cut left, cut right, or pass if your skills couldn't hack it.
My point, now drawn out, is that today I got CHECKED! I tried dead lifting 505lbs, which I have done before, but instead of driving it up and locking out at my hips all I heard was "CHECK!" and it felt like getting slammed in the face with a basketball point blank range on a cold night.
Deadlift went like this: 155x5,220x3,265x1,310x1,330x1,375x1,suit,405x1,485x1,505x0
375x3x2
395x3x2
405x3x2
Bwt. GHR 3x20
45Bk. Ext 3x6
Prowler @ 140lbs
3x20yds
Back to getting owned while deadlifting. After attempting a raw PR and failing and then attempting 505lbs with my suit and failing my mood was, to say the least, not good. I expressed my disgust with a client who then answered me with some good knowledge...
So it is his words I will leave you with:
"It wouldn't be training if you didn't have a bad day" ~ Mike Hamm
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