The only time I’ve meticulously logged after high school ended was fall 2018 at the SoCal bodybuilding gym. This is a snippet of one day in that log.
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Friday 10/19/18
Deadlift
9×405 mixed grip
A conversation :
“Dude, I’d feel bad making you strip the bar I abandoned”
“Ok, you can take a plate off that side”
He looks at me funny,
“You’re going to hit 405 cold”
1 minute later…I repped because of the audience, I would’ve done a single otherwise, but put on a show for the Paul Carter lookalike and his somewhat alluring mid 30s whole back tattooed blonde.
“I can’t believe you hit 405 for 10 cold”
“9”
“I swore I counted 10”, his girl agrees with him.
“I’m certain it was 9. I stopped having left some in the tank as between reps 10-12 I’d have shit myself.”
They looked at me funny, realized I was serious, (I’d said the whole thing matter of factly, a statement), at which point they apprehensively and slowly backed away. My stomach feeling off had kept me from what felt like a guaranteed 13+ reps which would’ve been a PR, as it stood I believe it was a PR tie.