Heinous

got in some squat action last night.  It was naught more than an odious reprisal for sandbagging this entire week.  it was a weird one for sure.  for one thing, it was about 60 degrees out.  Not that i'm complaining, but I'm not so used to working out with a wind chill factor. the working sets went like this: 385 x 5, 410 x 5, 435 x 5.  The weight didn't feel terribly heavy, I just couldn't find any explosive drive.  More hydraulic than springy.  Anyhow, I was completely spent after the squats.  I tried some rack pulls but I just wasn't feeling it.  So I left.  I couldn't get to sleep until around 2am which made for a glorious run-free morning.  and I've somehow managed to pack on 9 lbs of bloat and poo over the last two days.  I don't even know how that's possible.  I don't know if true that "scales don't lie", but either way mine is a dirty bastard.