How do I love thee deadlift? Let me count the ways.
I love thee deadlift to the depth and breadth and height
My body entire can reach, when feeling out of sight
For picking a sh*t ton of weight off the ground.
I love thee deadlift to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, which often involves picking something heavy off the ground.
I love thee deadlift freely, as needing no piece of gym machinery;
I love thee deadlift purely, for the massive neuroendocrine response it illicits.
I love thee deadlift with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee deadlift with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee deadlift better after I go to Queerfit tomorrow morning at the usual time and place.
And then, on Sunday, J-Star takes us out for Long Run Sunday. Whether you’re training for a footrace and want to get your long runs in with a group, or you’re just wanting to shake out some cobwebs from the night before, meet up on Sunday at 10:30 in the Charis Bookstore parking lot and run like a muther. The long version of this Sunday’s long run is 9 miles, but there are going to be folks taking the 2 mile and 6 mile options as well.
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Oh Overhead squat – a dithyramb | Queerfit queerfit May 17th, 2013 at 15:06
[…] royal to the death, the overhead squat would emerge as slayer of all other exercises. Even my beloved deadlift would be left in the dust, destroyed by the overhead squat’s superior demands on kinesthetic […]