Sitting there watching me lift. He was a little guy. Probably planning to crawl in one of my shoes, or get inside the power rack in order to die and be unpleasant. Or maybe dart forward when I’m squatting and get under my foot so that I squish him, but slip on his blood smear, and corkscrew around, tearing my groin, then dropping the barbell on my neck. Like a single Kamikaze fighter taking out a battleship. I coaxed him into my daughter’s plastic bucket – which ironically is green and has a frog’s face on it. I put the instruction booklet to my weed wacker on top so he couldn’t escape. And then walked him to the front door and let him hop out into the grass where he could set a PR eating the bugs that are attracted to the security lights.
Squat: 45×5, 135×3, 225×2, 295,335×1, 360×2, 365,370,frog,375,380,385,390,395,400,405×1
Medium Grip Bench: 45x10p, 135×4, 210,215,220,225,230×6, 235×4, 240×3
Sumo DL: 225×2, 315,355,375x1