Deadlift Day Research Paper
OUTSIDER NARRITIVE PROJECT
It all started a long time ago in the galaxy we are standing on when I, Damian Hu knew I messed up. It was an average day, regular Damian schedule. Wake up at 11 in a place only 1000 miles from Gainesville Florida, drink my daily glass of gain ultra-soft, admire the gainz, eat a lot of food, video games and chill. But it wasn’t so “regular” after all… It was deadlift day, the best day of the entire week, a day to grind through the destructive pain on your battle-scarred fingers, while a metallic, rusty bar, loaded with iron is tugged off the ground in the ultimate feat of strength. It’s the day that gainz will be made and bitches will be broken.
It was a nice sunny day where the clouds were looking like a pile …show more content…
of pillows. I was in the gym. At the lobby I swipe my “Fortius” Gym card and embark on the journey of gainz in gainz city. I danced into the change room and admired the chubby gainz in the glistening mirror. I put on my blood red “cows” t-shirt to identify I am messed up in the head. I proudly strolled past the cardio machines and the small dumbbells to the stairs of glory AKA the stairs that lead to the squat racks. But before me is the sign of death that reads “Canadian National Women’s Soccer Team Practice from 6:00-8:00pm”. “NOOOOOOOOOO, how can you place the sign of death upon young gym goers that want the gainz so bad they not only can taste it, but can feel it?” “It’s okay,” I tell myself, it is still deadlift day and I will push through this setback. So I wait with urgency for the sign of death to be removed so I can soar to Gainzville. For a whole 30 minutes I did some warm ups, without any real knowledge of how to.
Once the death sign was lifted like the gates of heaven, I bolted down the stairs, almost hitting some random Soccer players I’ve seen on TV, to make the glorious gainz. Quickly I place the bar on the ground and do 2 sets of warmups. Soon after I run to one of the four squat racks I’m in and pull of two 45lbs plates and joyfully load the beauties onto the bar. I stand back and admire the precis symmetry of the rubber lathered weights and shed a single tear of uncontrollable joy. I do 3 more warm up sets of speed reps and decide to add another two plates. I was still in the kid’s pool of deadlifts for me 225lbs I’ve done this many times, it’ll be easy… or at least that is what I tell myself. I slapped my pre-destroyed hands against the knurling of the bar to enhance my grip and pulled. The slack ripped right off the bar and the bar flew off the softly padded squat rack floor 8 times.
At this glorious point of time I was about ready to board the Gain Train. I decided to add two 25lbs plates on to the bar. Nothing could go wrong from hear I was having a great day, I feel great, and I pulled the other sets faster than Sam’s English mark goes up so what can go wrong? I stare at the metallic bar and its one shiny shot hits my eye just asking me to make the gainz. I look into the mirror and see my ice clear reflection stare back.
I descend towards the bar bending my knees at 90 degrees and looking at the ground. I stare at my handsome reflection once again and twist my feet at the ground so the rubbery patterns on my shoes would fuse with the bar, like a Super Saiyan fusion. Before I could compress my lats like springs or tighten my back I let out a earth shaking grunt that apparently sounds like a sleeping dog and I began the ascend. I ripped the bar of the ground and jerked it as fast as I could to the top and slammed it back down to the ground five times. It was a successful set despite the fact that I felt a slight pain in my mid back. But I didn’t care, it was deadlift day and I waited too long for this moment. Again I reset for my speed sets and began pulling. However this time that pain in my back was more than just some soreness. On the second pull I lifted up with the same rushed form and during the middle of the pull I felt the muscle fibers in my back tear apart as if you were slowly ripping a table cloth in half. The pain was excruciating. I quickly dropped the bar and backed away in pain and confusion. Leaving the squat rack in defeat I didn’t care about failing the set, I honestly thought I was screwed for life. I tried to tell myself I was okay and tried to walk it off. In a failed attempted I grabbed a foam roller, something I have never touched in my life and did what I always saw people do before they lifted, play dead on your back and put this oversized pull noodle under you and somehow lean into it.
I did what any other regular person would do in the 21st century if they hurt themselves, ask Google what the hell is wrong with you.
I found a page on WEB MD about back pain and they basically told me I had brain cancer, so I decided to check another page and I told me that it was probably due to being stupid and not warming up properly and will take about a month to heal. Ignorantly believing that it’s just a small muscle tear and will heal before tomorrow. So should have done what any other gainz adventurer would do and waited for the pain to subsided and continue to make the gainz, but I’m not just an ordinary gainz go-er, I’m Damian Hu, god of gainz. So I do what I usually do in these situations, give up on thinking about the problem and just do it. I limb back towards the bar and sadly take off the 25’s, put on a belt and begin getting into …show more content…
position.
As I ascend again I can feel my entire back knot up as if someone just slammed me with a cinderblock. At this point it wasn’t didn’t care about the pain anymore, I just wanted to keep on going. As stupid as it was, I took off another plate off each side, so that a disappointing 135lbs stood in front of me mocking me, telling me I can usually lift it 50 times. So I tighten the belt around me aching back and went down to the bar to prove something. As I pull this time there was just no motivation anymore, just anger. I didn’t care about the gainz anymore, I didn’t care about how much I can lift, I didn’t care about breaking my back, all I cared about was lifting this damn bar up. But I couldn’t the pain was too much to bare. I sadly tool the remaining plates of slowly, trying not to further hurt myself putting things away.
That night I couldn’t even pick up my shampoo in the shower without my back knotting up into a ball and hurting like hell.
Even sleeping was a challenge. The next three days were the worst because I couldn’t go to the gym, and had to sit on my butt all day. Saturday, four days after my injury, I was finally feeling better and decided to go to gym. However this time things were very different for me. I started my workout with 20 minutes of stretching and mobility. Then when I started my sets, I started very light and did a lot of warmups. I decided to do some overhead press that day, and surprisingly it was the day I hit a PR of 135lbs on overhead
press.
The following weeks were very similar. I always stretched for about 15-20 minutes before I started any strength training. It was still hard to do things like deadlifts and squats so I never went over a plate for 3 weeks. I started to enjoy stretching and warming up and treated it like sleeping and would try to completely relax every muscle I had in my body in each stretch. Some grade twelves, like Gabe, even taught me stretches for different muscle groups. At this moment in time I have built back to all my maxes and am going to keep stretching for about an hour per day, learn about different mobility warmups and of course MAKE DEM GAINZ.
It all started a long time ago in the galaxy we are standing on when I, Damian Hu knew I messed up. It was an average day, regular Damian schedule. Wake up at 11 in a place only 1000 miles from Gainesville Florida, drink my daily glass of gain ultra-soft, admire the gainz, eat a lot of food, video games and chill. But it wasn’t so “regular” after all… It was deadlift day, the best day of the entire week, a day to grind through the destructive pain on your battle-scarred fingers, while a metallic, rusty bar, loaded with iron is tugged off the ground in the ultimate feat of strength. It’s the day that gainz will be made and bitches will be broken.
It was a nice sunny day where the clouds were looking like a pile …show more content…
of pillows. I was in the gym. At the lobby I swipe my “Fortius” Gym card and embark on the journey of gainz in gainz city. I danced into the change room and admired the chubby gainz in the glistening mirror. I put on my blood red “cows” t-shirt to identify I am messed up in the head. I proudly strolled past the cardio machines and the small dumbbells to the stairs of glory AKA the stairs that lead to the squat racks. But before me is the sign of death that reads “Canadian National Women’s Soccer Team Practice from 6:00-8:00pm”. “NOOOOOOOOOO, how can you place the sign of death upon young gym goers that want the gainz so bad they not only can taste it, but can feel it?” “It’s okay,” I tell myself, it is still deadlift day and I will push through this setback. So I wait with urgency for the sign of death to be removed so I can soar to Gainzville. For a whole 30 minutes I did some warm ups, without any real knowledge of how to.
Once the death sign was lifted like the gates of heaven, I bolted down the stairs, almost hitting some random Soccer players I’ve seen on TV, to make the glorious gainz. Quickly I place the bar on the ground and do 2 sets of warmups. Soon after I run to one of the four squat racks I’m in and pull of two 45lbs plates and joyfully load the beauties onto the bar. I stand back and admire the precis symmetry of the rubber lathered weights and shed a single tear of uncontrollable joy. I do 3 more warm up sets of speed reps and decide to add another two plates. I was still in the kid’s pool of deadlifts for me 225lbs I’ve done this many times, it’ll be easy… or at least that is what I tell myself. I slapped my pre-destroyed hands against the knurling of the bar to enhance my grip and pulled. The slack ripped right off the bar and the bar flew off the softly padded squat rack floor 8 times.
At this glorious point of time I was about ready to board the Gain Train. I decided to add two 25lbs plates on to the bar. Nothing could go wrong from hear I was having a great day, I feel great, and I pulled the other sets faster than Sam’s English mark goes up so what can go wrong? I stare at the metallic bar and its one shiny shot hits my eye just asking me to make the gainz. I look into the mirror and see my ice clear reflection stare back.
I descend towards the bar bending my knees at 90 degrees and looking at the ground. I stare at my handsome reflection once again and twist my feet at the ground so the rubbery patterns on my shoes would fuse with the bar, like a Super Saiyan fusion. Before I could compress my lats like springs or tighten my back I let out a earth shaking grunt that apparently sounds like a sleeping dog and I began the ascend. I ripped the bar of the ground and jerked it as fast as I could to the top and slammed it back down to the ground five times. It was a successful set despite the fact that I felt a slight pain in my mid back. But I didn’t care, it was deadlift day and I waited too long for this moment. Again I reset for my speed sets and began pulling. However this time that pain in my back was more than just some soreness. On the second pull I lifted up with the same rushed form and during the middle of the pull I felt the muscle fibers in my back tear apart as if you were slowly ripping a table cloth in half. The pain was excruciating. I quickly dropped the bar and backed away in pain and confusion. Leaving the squat rack in defeat I didn’t care about failing the set, I honestly thought I was screwed for life. I tried to tell myself I was okay and tried to walk it off. In a failed attempted I grabbed a foam roller, something I have never touched in my life and did what I always saw people do before they lifted, play dead on your back and put this oversized pull noodle under you and somehow lean into it.
I did what any other regular person would do in the 21st century if they hurt themselves, ask Google what the hell is wrong with you.
I found a page on WEB MD about back pain and they basically told me I had brain cancer, so I decided to check another page and I told me that it was probably due to being stupid and not warming up properly and will take about a month to heal. Ignorantly believing that it’s just a small muscle tear and will heal before tomorrow. So should have done what any other gainz adventurer would do and waited for the pain to subsided and continue to make the gainz, but I’m not just an ordinary gainz go-er, I’m Damian Hu, god of gainz. So I do what I usually do in these situations, give up on thinking about the problem and just do it. I limb back towards the bar and sadly take off the 25’s, put on a belt and begin getting into …show more content…
position.
As I ascend again I can feel my entire back knot up as if someone just slammed me with a cinderblock. At this point it wasn’t didn’t care about the pain anymore, I just wanted to keep on going. As stupid as it was, I took off another plate off each side, so that a disappointing 135lbs stood in front of me mocking me, telling me I can usually lift it 50 times. So I tighten the belt around me aching back and went down to the bar to prove something. As I pull this time there was just no motivation anymore, just anger. I didn’t care about the gainz anymore, I didn’t care about how much I can lift, I didn’t care about breaking my back, all I cared about was lifting this damn bar up. But I couldn’t the pain was too much to bare. I sadly tool the remaining plates of slowly, trying not to further hurt myself putting things away.
That night I couldn’t even pick up my shampoo in the shower without my back knotting up into a ball and hurting like hell.
Even sleeping was a challenge. The next three days were the worst because I couldn’t go to the gym, and had to sit on my butt all day. Saturday, four days after my injury, I was finally feeling better and decided to go to gym. However this time things were very different for me. I started my workout with 20 minutes of stretching and mobility. Then when I started my sets, I started very light and did a lot of warmups. I decided to do some overhead press that day, and surprisingly it was the day I hit a PR of 135lbs on overhead
press.
The following weeks were very similar. I always stretched for about 15-20 minutes before I started any strength training. It was still hard to do things like deadlifts and squats so I never went over a plate for 3 weeks. I started to enjoy stretching and warming up and treated it like sleeping and would try to completely relax every muscle I had in my body in each stretch. Some grade twelves, like Gabe, even taught me stretches for different muscle groups. At this moment in time I have built back to all my maxes and am going to keep stretching for about an hour per day, learn about different mobility warmups and of course MAKE DEM GAINZ.