Squats can be a lot of things. They can be that friend in the room whom you have wronged or owe money and as such you don't want to make eye contact with. A lot of guys enter the gym, make brief eye contact with the squat rack, only to proceed to the leg press or preacher curls. Denial is a strong modality, but you can never fully shake the guilt.
Of course, once you embrace the squat, it takes you in its loving embrace. At first it hurts you and you wonder why you're in this violent relationship. But over time, as your physique changes from the diaphragm down, you realize it was a worthwhile endeavor after all.
At any rate, yesterday was my first day doing squats since returning from a month of PTO in which I did no squats, or much exercise of any kind. I was dismayed at how much strength I lost, but I also anticipated it.
Treadmill tabata
8 mph, 13% incline, 20 sec running, 10 sec rest, 10 sets (five minutes)
Half mile cool down run at 6.5 mph
Back squats
220# x 3, 5-5-5
210# x 2, 5-5
Strict Press
Such an ego destroyer. 110# x 3, 5-5-5
100#x3, 5-5
Pull-ups
body weight, 12-12-10-8-6
Leg day calls for whiskey consumption that night. This ensures more soreness the next day. Splendid.
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