Beyond Brawn - The Insider's Encyclopedia on How to Build Muscle && Might

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Had I not finally pursued basic and abbreviated training I probably would
not have gotten past  pounds bodyweight and a -pound one-rep
deadlift.

. On  June I deadlifted . kilos (. pounds) for  reps, all of them rest
pause. I was ecstatic.

. ough I had been doing -rep sets, I had long harbored a thought that 
reps would not be enough and that I would need to do the “magic”  to feel
that the job was complete.

. On  June I poured it all out and did  so-very-demanding reps with
the -pound brute. ough it was summer we had a relatively cool and
breezy day on the th—only ° (or °). I could have done the entire 
reps, but held back because I wanted witnesses other than the usual teenag-
ers at the gym. Except for some local soreness and heavy systemic fatigue, I
had no negative reaction to this  ×  workout.

The peak
. Once there was around  pounds on the bar, the thought of the next
deadlift session caused me considerable anxiety, even fear. I would have five
regular days and then,  hours before the deadlift, my mind could settle on
little else except for the deadlift. My intestines literally churned in anticipa-
tion.

. On  July, just before midday, I was to peak. My wife and a photographer
were there to witness the event, and activity in the gym ceased as I got into
the set. I did not feel as strong as I was for the previous deadlift workout, and
it was very hot, with no air conditioning, and zero breeze coming through
the open windows of the third-floor gym. I was later to find out that  July
was, till then, the hottest day of  in Cyprus. e local meteorological
office reported .° (or °). All this took its toll because getting from
rep  to rep  was hellish. My deadlifting style cracked up more and more
with each rep—excessive rounding of my back and some asymmetrical pull-
ing. My style had been much better at the previous deadlift session.

. My audience was appalled, my wife was fearful for my well-being, and I was
so possessed that nothing, and I mean nothing, was going to stop me get-
ting the  reps. is was the epitome of “blood and guts,” and “train till you
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