There's a cagey tiger pacing around in my gut just looking for an opportunity to strike. Feeling lots of different things from all corners of my life and my only hope, my only salvation is the iron. It releases me in ways nothing else can. As I'm under the bar trying to drive my heels through the floor it all flashes through my mind, work, co-workers, family, money, hell even assholes I went to high school with. That tiger is on a killing spree. What's that? Fighting back? Then I'm adding plates to the bar bitch. There's plenty for everyone.
Squats 135x10 225x5 315x3 365x1PR 225x9
Hack squats 225x10 315x7 365x5 225x10
Leg curls 110x12 130x10 150x6 130x8
Leg extensions 150x12 170x9 190x7 170x6