Oh yes its squat day another glorious day of physical pain and mental anguish. When I know that I have squats on my program for the day, which at this stage of my training is just about everyday, I have a rush of emotions. When I first think about getting under a monster barbell I get all fired up but after countless wave sets of snatch and clean and jerks the doubt begins to creep in. The once positive self talk starts to turn negative. My already fatigued legs begin to give out. I look at the bar knowing the numbers I need to hit and wonder if I can do it. I walk up to the bar looking at it bending on the rack. I can feel it bounce as it settles onto my shoulders. My abs and glutes tighten as I begin to take my deep breath in. And then the toughts, can I do it, will I stand up?? Hell yes I will, I will crush this weight and the next one and the one after that. Its only temporary pain. I may fail some reps but failure is only an attempt at becoming as strong as possible. I see the numbers come up and I see them crushed whats next? 550! oh yeah, 600 you bet all in time. I am like a hunter on the prowl hunting and sleighing weights for the fun of it. All of the ice baths, bio freeze, mobility work, and soreness will not hold me back I will attack the squat rack with a furry I wont back down I will ice it, wrap it, and tape it. I want to be strong... Really strong and my day to day quest keeps me alive, keeps me hungry as I stalk through the gym hungry for my next meal.................
What goes through your head when you approach a pr squat, deadlift, Snatch, or Clean and Jerk. Do you attack and savor your meal or run back to the village with the women and children? (sorry Lindsay we all know your one of the strongest in the gym)
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