Rhapsody. There’s no other word for it. Because there’s nothing like pulling heavy deadlifts alone in your garage.
The rapid thumping of your heart as you approach the bar, you’re not really sure the bar will even move. The strain in your legs, hips and back; the immense pressure in your skull as you lift the bar each time are indescribable.
That’s when the thoughts start.
“Is it even moving yet? Did I misload the weight? Ah! There it goes! Stay with it, just keep pushing the floor away, don’t stop, made it! Hamstrings back, stay tight as you lower. Yeah baby!”
Oh! The feeling when you complete a set and your fingers slowly, painfully uncurl. When your vision clears and no one is around to congratulate you.
Just you and the iron in a dimly lit garage gym. You can’t wait to do it again.
Rhapsody in deadlift major.