Bring on the Big Plates, Baby

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Hubby added a little soundtrack to my last lift of the competition yesterday.

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  1. Joe MaherApril 6, 2010 at 8:18 AM

    Ahhhhh, success! Gotta love competition!

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  2. Lisa Creech BledsoeDecember 20, 2011 at 12:59 PM

    Wow. It was over SO FAST! No wonder you switched to boxing. Now you get 6 whole minutes!

    That was cool, watching you do that. I have not the FIRST CLUE what weight I could bench. I don't even know where I'd begin to see...

    You the COOLIO. Love it.

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