I Promised Two Posts

I promised you two posts.

This one will both confuse my regular readers, make my dad guffaw, and get me kicked out of the "Brotherhood of Iron".

Squats, I'm done with you.

Let me propose first.

I can't get over the knee pain that I'm experiencing when I squat heavy.  Granted it gets better every week as I progress in weight, but it still hits right around the 350 mark.  It's the right knee and I want so bad for it to be some kind of strange disorder if nothing else so I can save face in front of my friends on the internet.

Which is strange.

This is the part where my dad gets to chuckle and it's in reference to not doing squats...

I was in highschool once.  My dad used to come home and he likes running.  He says he experiences runners high.  I've never experienced anything from running other than I was being punished for something that was probably Mitch Dee's fault.

Lifting, yes, sir.  I like lifting a bunch and I know that high.

Dad would run and I remember one time, he came back and he may have complained about his knee hurting.

Being a smartass, I told my dad, you probably have a weak knee.

There was a moment that passed.  It looked like a convergence of a storm cloud and a hurricane, as he took my measure.  "I don't have weak knees," he said.  His voice sounded like Gandalf with his confirming presence, trying to enforce the inflection and make me scared.

Testing the waters I said...

"Dad, you have weak knees."

He looked at me and said in a gravely voice "I don't have weak knees."

I knew I had him.  I knew I had him because my father never refuted the same way.  It wasn't his way...he refuted based on logic.

I also know that I wounded him and I don't think I fully understood until I had a child...or as I get older.

We are Superman!

I'm glad I can't tell you a story about a cold father and mother, or tell a story about how it all broke down in that moment and my dad who never hugged me was suddenly gregarious with love...

It wouldn't be true.  Dad, and mom, were always sharing their love.  They loved each other and they loved me.  I never doubted.

It was just funny that it took me until my late teens to get my dad's goat.

Thing about goats....If you let someone know where your goat is tied, they'll get it when they want.

Dad said that.

So here's my proposed lifting schedule 5/3/1 style

Bench
5/3/1 protocol
Incline dumbbell 5x10
Pull ups 5x10
Face Pulls 5x10

Deadlift
5/3/1 protocol
Front Squats 5x10
Leg press 5x10
Calf Work

Overhead Press
5/3/1 protocol
Pull ups for weight
Face Pulls 5x10

I will also be doing sets of rowing for HIIT after each workout.

I use lots of dad maxims and my dad's maxims, when dealing with my daughter, but I've invented a new one...feel free to use:

"It wasn't a question, it was a statement."

Now we're getting angry.