I’m tired of hearing “I pulled 495 today which is basically 500.” Like, no mother fucker, it’s basically 495.
Ha, yeah. You can’t just round up to 500, gotta earn that shit.
500 happens to be my favorite weight to see on a bar. All those 45’s and then those little 2.5’s going along for the ride.
One of these days (hopefully this year) I’ll be sure to pull 5 and post it for you.
"Pulled 5 today! New PR, Woo! (trails off)…5 plates. "
Heavy clips, bro.
Confession: Today there was an “appreciation” BBQ at work, so I did some smart eating with the plan to have a stack of burgers and some potato salad today. Go up to where the BBQ is, massive turnout, so many people, yuuuuge amount of people, can’t sit in line as I am still on the clock and need to man a desk. Confession is that I got so righteously upset that they stood in the way of my gains (planned to have my deadlift day today, to fully utilize the burger gains) that it is a bit ridiculous, so this is a rant/confession to help soothe my scorched feels. But shit, man, hanger is somethin’ I feel in my soul!
I’m letting a facebook video of a six plate quarter squat in wraps get to me way too much. It wouldn’t be so bad if the guy didn’t make an Oscar speech in the post too, acting as if his three red light in any federation on the planet squat attempt was something special.
He needs a squat intervention.
Fucking engineer won’t send me an electronic copy of a drawing he will give me in person, because he had to do a public records request for it, and thinks I need to request the electronic copy. Otherwise, he’s “taking on too much liability”.
I can’t stand nervous nellies who follow the letter of the law to a ridiculous interpretation, especially when they claim moral superiority.
Fucking engineers man…
My confession: I’m doing an engineering degree.
I’ve found one engineer I like and one architect I like. Sadly the architect is retiring and the engineer is too busy.
Just don’t be a navel gazer.
I had to look that one up.
Engaging in self-absorbed behavior, often to the point of being narcissistic.
I meant navel not nasal. lol
I was on a conference cll while typing my above statement. Had to (possibly rudely) interrupt them to say: “We don’t have the money! Put that in your equation and make it work”
For god’s sake, I can only hear about equations and optimization so many times before I snap.
EDIT: I think the 2nd UA definition is closer: “A slang term describing the act of taking a long period to think about one’s thoughts & feelings, or focus on one specific topic.”
Greek Myth - Omphaloskepsis

Started watching New Girl with the wife, and I really fucking like it.
Gilmore Girls too.
Oxygen deprivation masks are one of the dumbest gimmicks ever created. You’re in such phenomenal shape that you need to simulate training at altitude? How about you lift weights like a normal person and do repeat sprints for conditioning? Once you’re in better shape than a track athlete we’ll let you have your mask back.
When my wife and I went into Academy the other day to get her new shoes, she saw one of those on the mannequin and said “Wow, Academy is starting to carry BDSM masks. Good for them.”
random shit
that keeps me up at night.
I am looking really hard at bright pink squat shoes.
pretty sure I have crossed the threshold of
‘that I might have looked capable when younger’
If I dont hear freebird for the rest of my life I am good.
if I never do a lateral raise again - Im good.
been randomly putting music on my phone and training to that
I am somewhat fascinated by the creatures at the family-commercial gym I go to
I don’t mind the 2.5# plates, but I hate loading the bar with 130, 180, 220, 270, and 310.
Same here.
New Girl had the wife and I in stitches during the first few seasons. Enjoy.
Every year I fight the urge to take up tap dancing lessons. I might not win this year.