y audience was appalled, my wife was fearful for
my well-being, and I was so possessed that -
was going to stop me getting the full deadlifts.
is was the epitome of blood-and-guts and train-till-
you-drop training. I was streaming with sweat and
there was a pool of the stuff in front of the bar.
For years I tried to make the most of a relatively poor
body for squatting, and neglected to apply myself to an
exercise I am mechanically better suited to—the dead-
lift.