I almost didn't go to the gym yesterday. I'd been at a conference all day. The room had been just slightly too warm, and I hadn't eaten enough protein at lunch, and so I was hungry, dehydrated, and slightly lethargic. But I made myself a deal that I'd drink some water, eat a snack, and go to the gym, and if I felt crappy, I could do a light easy workout and go home.
Apparently, water and string cheese is one hell of a pre-workout, because by the time I got to the gym and warmed up, I felt pretty good. So I decided that I'd stick to my original workout plan and do deadlifts.
What I've been doing for deadlift training lately is doing a couple of warmup sets, and then working with 185lbs on the bar, trying to increase the number of reps per set I can do. Over the course of the past couple months, I've worked up from 3 reps/set to 4 reps/set. And yesterday, I did a set of 5 reps. So, at that point, I put 205 on the bar. And did just one rep. But it felt pretty easy.
Then I thought, what the hell. Let's try 225.
For those of you who don't lift a lot, 225 is a significant number because the largest weight plates in the gym are typically 45 lbs, as is the barbell. So 225 = 1 barbell and 2 nice big 45lb plates on each side. It just looks cool.
I load it up, and another woman walks up to me and asks, "You can pull *that*?" And I'm like, "I don't know. I've never tried before!"
So, now I'm thinking, I have to make this. At the very least, I have to break the bar off the floor. It'll be too embarrassing if I don't even budge it.
I budged it. And completed the lift. And then I rested for a bit and did it again just to prove it was not a fluke.
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