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neutral focus
SH:SP:SR:SH:SP:SR:SH:SP:SR:SH:SP:SR:
power focus
SH:SP:SP:SR:SR:SH:SP:SP:SR:SR:
speed/reactivity focus
SP:SR:SR:SR:STIM:TEST

warm up
shoot hoops
mobility
EDIT: ankle rehab, but cut it a bit short because I realized it was dumb to be working my calves before I do anything else; will move these to the end of future workouts
sprinter warm ups

movement
10y sprint x5
DLRVJ x2x5, hit about 30" consistently on these, to my surprise  
ice skaters x2x10

work
squat 3x5x235
DL x5x285
bench 3x5x185
BOR 3x8x135
circuit x3, ~2 mins between circuits
--BSS x12x80
--sit up x15x35
--chin up x5
--dip x10

gassed, circuit was brutal

cool down
chill for a bit and drink lots of water
walk home
drink more water
lie on my bed
stretch

Ah, cool. Gotta wear EEE shoes now, I guess.

  Yep, people dont realize how dangerous that wide, unbalanced catch is.  One of the old strength coaches here was trying to match power clean reps with Josh McCown when he was here, they had 315 on the bar and when the strength coach caught it similar to what the kid in the video did, he tore both ACL's simultaneously. 

Holy shitballs. 

what?

From earlier this week.

The details of the first half of the dream are vague, but I know that in general I was with a group where people kept dying or suffering weird puncture-type wounds (including me). Very much a horror-movie feel, like, "Who's the killer?" So we were trying to figure it out and we ended up in this creepy old house owned, apparently, by the receptionist in my office. She's a fat middle-aged lady, perfectly nice as far as I can tell although I don't interact with her much. We had some theory about why the source of the evil would be in this house so she let us in so we could look around. We were snooping and opening and doors and whatnot and then someone opened a door to the basement and thousands of bats started flying out and swarming around. "Aha!" we thought. "That makes sense...bats!" And then a little creature that looked like an ewok but which in the dream was clearly called a hobbit walked out and started coming toward us. It seemed about ewok-sized as it came out the door but as it moved toward us it got smaller and smaller until finally it was about 4 or 5 inches tall.

We were satisfied with the bat answer but then we turned around and the receptionist-lady (Sharon) was standing there, kind of looming, and started to make some speech about how foolish we were and her powers and her teeth got real long and sharp and she turned bright red and she was smiling very creepily.

Then I woke up.

Then later, as I was remembering the dream, I began to realize that there were all kinds of very cinematic touches here and there foreshadowing the fact that Sharon was the evil thing. For example, there was a "shot" while we were snooping around in which she could be seen in the kitchen in the background, kind of out of focus, putting live frogs into a pot and kind of smiling.

I don't get why that's funny. I mean, the guy's form was awful but getting 425 to your shoulders ain't no joke...

I feel like I've seen video of Troy Polamalu doing that kind of shit. Just goes to show you that, in order to be an elite athlete, it's much, much, much, much, much, much more important to be great at your sport than to train in any particular way.

Alright then, here we go.