Battle On The Beach

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I don't know that it was a battle, really, except that the past week had been really difficult; I hadn't benched heavy for four months; this competition required a nap at the chest--excuse me, a pause--instead of touch and go; 2am blood sugar checks have been keeping us up at night; my back was killing me.

Yet the battle was a fun challenge. The ADFPF (American Drug-Free Powerlifting Federation) proved to be rule-ridden yet good-natured, and you can't help but be happy on a Lake Michigan beach. Here's my final successful lift of 110 pounds (50 kilos) at the Battle on the Beach.



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