Yesterday I cardio-boxed 36:40. Today was deadlifts and assistance work. Keeping rickety, aching shoulders in line with a bit of Friday night training. High-rep deadlifts separate posers from the genuine.I prefer chin-ups but pulldowns are gentler on my broken body. In my twenties and thirties I routinely did 345X2X10 for pulldowns. It was a 300lbs. weight stack; I added an extra pin and hung a 45 lbs. plate onto the pile. Pathetic weight but at least I’m pullin’ ’em.I’ll be 53 this year and am nowhere near where I should be at such a young age. Who’d’ve thunk my body would betray me in my forties? I don’t accept my body’s excuses so I hammer what’s left. I’m a driven mind mounted on piss poor genetics.
Still, felt good: a bit of battle and music to fire the soul and block out crepitus. No fear: