I wish I'd paid more attention to this thread the past few weeks. Friday morning, in an attempt to punish myself for Thursday's misdeeds, I hit the gym. I had a great workout. My deadlift is coming along nicely. I decided to finish with some sprints on the rowing machine. I also thought I might give "6" a try.
I got out of bed this morning for the first time in 48 hours. I still can't dress myself. Never have I torn the absolute fuck out of my lumbar in such a debilitating way. My lower back looks like it has a beer-belly. Never will I allow myself to sail right into the perfect storm of fatigue, overuse, and poor form. I am an idiot.
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