Squat Til You Puke

[bufbiker]

I had some simmering anger that was stewing into an uncontrollable rage Saturday morning. So went in the back yard, loaded up the bar and began squatting. Starting at 495 I began doing sets to failure (yes I warmed up first DPH). When the thought of 495 repulsed me I dropped to 405, sets to failure. Then 315, then 225, then 135 which felt like it would kill me. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my face purple with sweat pouring down, then I felt cold all over, got that taste in my mouth, bent over and puked my brains out. I had to loe down in the grass because sitting hurt my butt and hams. But what a feeling of relief. I don't know how many sets, a bunch. Reps? Way too many to count. But all my anger was abated and my oldest son goes on to live another day....just anywhere else but here.
Best leg day ever! But I hurt so bad today it's unbelievable!

 

[Guest]

Sounds like a hell of a lot of rage redirected.

 

[Dawgpound_Hank]

Hell yeah brutha Buf! Respect for still using those heavy weights man. There's nothing like the relaxing "I-don't-care-about-anything" effect from a bust ass leg workout.

 

[choke]

Sounds like a very good thing for your son that you have a relief rack at home...

 

[ozzy69]

This post made me smile. Glad I am not the only psyco on the board. I still tell my mother if it wasn't for a weight room or a wrestling mat I would've been in prison.

 

[bufbiker]

Prison is just more added stress every day. It's where I got serious about weight training in '84. If not for weights I would have eventually killed someone inside. But instead I could focus my aggression and anger on the weight pile.