That moment in a deadlift
You load up the bar, step back, and stare down at it, thinking, “I’m gonna lift you”. You take a few deep breaths, step forward and adjust your stance, then bend down and grip the bar.
You straighten your back, apply some tension and then … GO! But there’s a fraction of a second, just a moment, when nothing happens; the bar doesn’t budge; your veins are popping; and your mind is screaming, “Move, you fucker!”
And then it happens. The bar comes off the floor and slowly moves to lockout.
You drop the bar and feel like a conqueror.
That’s why I deadlift.
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