#smith machine squats

[muscleobsessive]

Dani does some gym posing to point up the details.

[muscleobsessive]

The Herculean Brandon Beckrich on an ‘off-day’ for legs. Ass-to-grass in compression pants and what a fuckin’ ass. Wanna feel the head of my cock just popping past that twitchy little hole as I slide right up against that wall of rock-hard glute-meat.

[janessamondestin]

Time to Lift Sh!t...HEAVY

Okay so it's Wednesday night, day 2 of this lift heavy shit massacre. Me and the homie are headed to the LA Fitness to make it happen. Today it's leg day but not like the woosy machines stuff, keeping you confined to proper form; oh contraire, it's the olympic bar and plates leg day. It's time for the action, the "if you have no control and no core, you don't need to be here" game play. I love these kind of days because I get to play in the yard with all the tough boys. Often time, playing just as hard as them. 

So we pack our gym bag in our locker and pull out the Dot Fit amino's, wraps and super bands. We are going heavy tonight baby. Mind you, neither one of us have lifted heavy in over a year, so this bravado is just excitement and curiosity of what's to happen tonight. We scope the metal yard, it's a lighter crowd in here than Monday, to find our bird cages. It's fight or flight in bird's den tonight. But each one is crowded by young teens and 20's repping out for bragging rights. We just want to lift for our sanity. It's been a rough week already and it's only hump day. 

Settling for the Smith Machine, I jump in first. My goal tonight is to squat and dead-lift my own weight in metal. We park a bench between my feet just inches away to catch me if I lose myself or get handcuffed under the bar on descent. "Rack 45's on that" I state so confidently. I just need to make parallel, I keep telling myself. I have never squatted this heavy even in my prime days. I attribute my leg strength to years of volleyball, lawn-mowing and no car as a kid. I've been told I look like a sprinter but my lungs usually give out way before my muscles do. 

With my purple  jacket layering the bar to comfort my already stressed high traps, I assume a wide position, locking out my traps, lats and rhomboids to prevent injury to my t-spine, slowly I descend... and then I rise. 

1. Taut lips breath out a sigh of relief. 

2. I look up to my right, thinking sh!t this doesn't hurt

3. I adjust my feet to ensure I am pushing out with all my external rotators might.

4. Keep the core tight, back rigid.

5. Look to the horizon, don't look down. Focus on the clock in the mirror.

6. Yeah! That's it!

I rack the bar and look over to my partner and he's amazed. He remembers when I couldn't even squat to 90 with no weight. He nodded his head in confirmation and said "do it again!" 

And I did.

Wednesday's workout:

Smith Machine Squats - Back loaded, 4 sets: 6x 90, 6 x 100, 6 x 120, 6 x 140

RDL - 4 sets: 6 x 90, 3 x110, 1 x 110, Failure