Here we are at another Friday, and this week I’m nursing yet another lower back injury, much to my considerable irritation, especially given how well my workouts have been going of late.
I was in the gym last Saturday, in the Church of the Iron God, paying full obedience to His mighty Commandments of Steel. (Those few of you here who are novice lifters – give respect to the Iron God, and it shall be returned to you a thousandfold.) I was able to squat 315lbs for the first time in about 8 months – it’s genuinely been that long, I’m a very far cry away from the days when I would start my work sets with that much weight. And for the last few weeks, during my deadlifts, I’ve been hitting 445lbs at max weight, which I duly performed that day.
Verily, it was a good prayer session that day.
And the funny thing is, my body felt fine for the next couple of days. My back was OK on Sunday, and while I definitely felt a bit tired on Monday with a bit of soreness, it was nothing serious – I’ve worked out with much worse.
But then, on Tuesday, the gym was like a damned railway platform in India at rush hour. And my regular squat rack was clogged up by some numbnuts doing upright rows – which are both ineffective and dangerous, by the way. So I had to go over to the squat racks on the platforms, which I don’t particularly like.
Let me tell you, if you are serious about lifting, having a setup that you are familiar with and which works for you is very, very important. You need to have confidence to execute lifts properly, and if you are squatting in a rack where the liftoff doesn’t feel good, or if the bar is rolling around on your back because you don’t quite know where to put your feet, then you need to bail out of those lifts and do them again another day.
My back wasn’t really in great shape that day either, for reasons that I can’t quite figure out.
So there I was, squatting 255lbs for a final set of three, when I felt something go in my back on my second rep. Since I’ve had similar injuries before, I had a pretty good idea what had happened. And so it came to pass that I’ve had to suspend training of pretty much any kind other than bench presses for a while.
Nothing short of limb amputation is quite so devastating to personal fitness and GAINS as a lower-back injury, whether it’s a muscle tear or, far worse, a herniated or bulging spinal disc.
So this Friday is not, perhaps, a good one for me. Nonetheless, time stops for no man, and the Friday T&A segment has even less respect for weak backs than the steel barbell does, so let us press on regardless.
The Instathot for this week goes by the name of Emily Sears, and she is from Australia. In her Instagram profile she claims that she is a “feminist in underpants”, whatever the hell that means. She makes a living posing in bikinis and flogging products as an “influencer”. These facts provide a hint as to why this particular edition is named after probably the scariest and most dangerous spider in the world – because, like everything else in Australia, this girl probably wants to KILL YOU AND EAT YOUR EYEBALLS FOR BREAKFAST.
Happy Friday, boys. Take it easy, don’t throw out your backs lifting heavy shit, and get some rest.
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Did you ever just look at a girl and KNOW she has a rectum like a railway tunnel?
I can very honestly say that this has never happened to me.
It is possible, however, to see at first glance that Ms Sears there is quite obviously a thot par excellence.
I think you are spot on. Those eyes scream I eat men for breakfast and not in a good way. Super hot body though so she is probably extremely effective at it to.