Me and Pop-Pop Bob are like two women who live together and have their menstrual cycles all in synch. We work together, we train together and today we both had the same low grade stomach bug. I didn’t give a damn that my stomach was churning and I had already pooped like a fire hose five times before 9:00 in the morning, I was going to train anyway. I took a handful of Immodium AD and at least I knew there would be no major sharts when I was deadlifting. I convinced Bob to stick it out and train by promising him we would only do three exercises.

Deadlifts: 375lbs plus heavy band resistance: 8x3 with short rest

Pop-pop . . . OUT! Bob was smoked after that and was done. I was just swooning from nausea a little but kept going.

Hyper-deads: 250lbs plus 80 in chains- 5x5 This exercise is just so harsh but I’m addicted to it. I’m going to keep doing them heavier and heavier until the inevitable double hamstring blowout or the deadly brain aneurism that I know is just lurking below the surface. Because I’m stupid hardcore, beast mode, under the bar, Juggernaut, mountain dog like that!

Barbell shrugs: 275x4x20

I’m not a doctor but I’m pretty sure my appendix ruptured during those hyper-deads. Is that bad?

Have an explosive weekend everyone.

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