My gym has opened back up again! And walking through the doors were like strolling through the mighty maws of Hell.
Naturally there were a fuck ton of new faces undoubtedly due to New Year’s resolutions and holiday poundage. New people = people who don’t know what they’re doing. I tried to help a Broseph-in-training on the squat rack by dropping a bit of advice my teammate told me:
Squats are like sex. If it ain’t deep, it don’t count.
Carry on my wayward son.