I'm the demo model for the deadlift. As I'm setting up, a guy the size of a La-Z-Boy yells, "It ain't right 'til your shins bleed."
I figure this is as good a time as any to ask for solutions to this very problem, which I'd been having.
"What do you do about that, by the way? What do you wear--shin guards?" I ask.
"Nothin'," he says.
"So just... hamburger."