Yeah, learned the mouth guard trick from one extremely big strongman dude who was also a dentist, he had the best developed jaw muscles I ever seen (no jokes, those things would pop while he squatting or doing deads).
Just make sure to replace them often as they do tend to get worn down.
i just went and picked up one of the self molding ones. you put it in hot water, leave it in there for a couple of minutes and then put it in your mouth and let it mold. and its pretty cheap as well.
I actually had mine made at the dentist. Word of advice, they all look at you very strange when you explain why you need it. I suggest that lie a bit and tell them that you grind your teeth during sleep. The dentist will add some extra padding to the bottom of the guard. If used frequesntly, you need to replace your guard every 9 months or so.
You know you are a powerlifter when you always get picked out for extra security checks at the air-port, and people look at you sceptically because of your size and perhaps of your beard.
[quote]stallion wrote:
You know you are a powerlifter when you always get picked out for extra security checks at the air-port, and people look at you sceptically because of your size and perhaps of your beard.
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Especially true in Europe, every little minor checkpoint. The only reason I got through was b/c I was traveling with my mother who is the most innocent looking person in the world
[quote]Most Major wrote:
When you wake up 2 hours early before work; not because of the commute but because you need enough time to cook & eat breakfast[/quote]
You’re ready to go out to a restaurant and your husband asks you which Westside shirt looks the best with his black sweatpants.
Your husband can squat over 900 lbs. but can’t lift a bag of garbage and take it outside.
Your husband gives you his paycheck and you realize that you’ve just spent half of it on milk.
Every family vacation is spent in some God forsaken town, in a chalky, loud and sweltering gym, sitting there on a hard metal chair for 6 hours, watching a bunch of fat, bald, gated men lift weights…
The last family picture you have is your wedding picture taken 15 years ago, yet on every wall in your house is a picture of your husband standing with his heroes in the sport.
Your family picture is actually the picture of your husband with Louie Simmons, who is spoken about so much that he is referred to as “Uncle Louie.”
Your dinner time conversations over the day’s events revolve around the postings on T-Nation.com forums.
Your husband’s entire wardrobe costs less than his squat suit.
It takes your husband 20 minutes to get from the bed to the shower because he is in pain from an injury but yells at you when you suggest that perhaps he shouldn’t train that day.
You watch Danny Bonaduche;s reality show and think Danny is the calm one compared to your husband.