I generally don’t lift on Mondays because I have an hour of dodgeball and 1.5hours of volleyball, however I had one of the worst days I’ve had in a very long time and needed to lift heavy shit and blow off some steam.
I called one of the guys I have fun with when we train together this afternoon and I believe the exact words out of my mouth were “I’m going to the gym for 5. I’m in a fucking livid mood and need to lift heavy shit!” So he went for then too and we were bitchy together 
I deadlifted heavy on Saturday, but after warming up and starting with some squats, I decided I was too pissed to have to wrap and I couldn’t move enough weight raw to get over my horrendous mood, so I deadlifted again
I knew I wanted to pull a single at 275, so I basically just did a bunch of singles.
Sumo Deads
135x5x1
185x3x1
205x1x1
225x1x1
255x1x1
275x1x1
285x0
After I pulled the 275 (which was slow off the floor, but then flew up), I was debating between throwing on 2.5s or 5s. Scott made the executive decision of “go big or go home” so we went with the 5s. Apparently the entire weight floor stopped and watched me as I went to pull it. I pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled and it didn’t even break the floor. I fell back on my ass, leaving 2 nice hand chalkmarks behind and laughed (similar to after my 3rd bench attempt at Niagara for those that were there).
Then I moved on to bench because I still had 45min before I had to leave for dodgeball.
Bench:
45x10x1
65x5x1
80x1x1
95x1x1
105x1x1 (still flying up)
115x0x1 (I pretty much gave up as soon as I brought the weight down)
115x1x1
Scott wouldn’t let me off the bench after my pathetic attempt with the first 115. Actually, he called me a vagina and told me to man up. He said I gave up and if I gave up again, he was leaving me pinned under the bar and would fight anyone that came to help me (I may have given him a similar threat earlier)… It was an ugly as hell single, elbows flared…ugh. I need to learn how to bench again.
I’m heading to Niagara to play with those guys Friday morning and plan on squatting in my suit and remembering how to bench.
Oh and my dodgeball team lost in the semis (only the 2nd game we lost all year) and I saw my life flash before my eyes at volleyball when the guy I carpool with hit it down the line. Apparently without my catlike reflexes it would have hit me square in the face and he would have had to take me to the hospital to get my nose reset (say my team and his team)… that would have been the killer end to my day!