TBD skrev:her er squat digtet. Hvis du kan bruge det!

Squattin, by Dale Clark

Way down this road in a gym far away
A young man was once heard to say
Ive repped high, and Ive repped low
No matter what I do my legs wont grow

He tried leg extensions, leg curls, leg presses too
Trying to cheat these sissy workouts hed do
From the corner of the gym where the big men train
Through a cloud of chalk and the midst of pain

Where the big iron rides high and threatens lives
Where the noise is made with big forty fives
A deep voice bellowed as he wrapped his knees
A very big man with legs like trees

Laughing as he snatched another plate from the stack
Chalking his hands and his monstrous back
Said "Boy stop lying and dont say you've forgotten
Trouble with you is you aint been squattin"

JaU.DK skrev:Som en af mine gamle trænings t-shirts så sandt sagde:


"Friends Don't Let Friends Lift Light"

JaU.DK skrev:Tilbage? Har da aldrig været væk, har bare ikke været så aktiv - og slet ikke her. Bruger min tid på at coache og vejlede andre i deres træning i min lille Geschäft.