Saturday, May 18, 2013

Conferences With Powerlifters

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."

"Yep."

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