Friday, week three.
185 x 5 (Something felt off from the first set.)
205 x 5
225 x 5
260 x 5 (Grindy and awful.)
280 X 3 (This was the heaviest 280lbs I have ever squatted. Suuuucked!)
315 x 1 (I don’t remember this rep.)
315 x 1 (Grindy, but the fucker came up.)
315 x 1 (This was scary. I only did it because I was scared to do it again. Fear is to be conquered so fatty got back under the barbell. However, coming out of the bottom it almost felt like it wasn’t going to happen.)
Deadlifts: (From a deficit.)
290 x 5
280 x 5
270 x 5
At this point my cohort and I called it quits for the week. We were both beat to shit at this point and mentally drained from the squats. It was just one of those days were not every cylinder was firing, unfortunately. Shitty due to the fact that every other day this last week was fucking awesome. PR’s were shattered and we did a ton of work. All in all, after reviewing the footage, the squat form was on point despite my head not being in the game.