Everything was closed today. But my parents have weights in their basement. So I made my wife come downstairs and video me while I did a few dozen reps with the bar in various positions.
The coach was right. I am a born low-bar squatter. My low-bar squat – at least with the bar – is a thing of beauty. My high-bar looks like someone demonstrating how NOT to squat. My low bar squat is the Pax Romana. My high-bar squat is the Crisis of the Third Century.
Sometimes I think about going back and editing old statements that I have since learned to be incorrect: “I’m going to squat high-bar from now on” “The Braves will win the World Series this year” “My girlfriend is a stripper – but she really loves me.” “The fuel light is on but I can go another 25 miles” “It’s not even loaded”
But then I realize that I’m right 99.7% of the time, so I will leave my mistakes so that future generations can realize that even great geniuses are sometimes wrong. Ha.