So after a long, stressful day, involving shitty customers, hours of public transportation, and spending a boatload of $$$ on my car (and then discovering a new problem with my window), I got to the gym with 40 minutes left before the cleaning crew would show to clean the floors.
Today was Tate's 20x3 box-squat day.
I walk into the gym, do my mobility warmups, turn to the squat rack... there are two 20-something guys doing barbell curls.
I smile, Unleashed's "Midvinterblot" playing on my iPod, walk right over and say, "Hey guys, I'm gonna squat now. If you want to curl somewhere else, that'd be great."
They said a quick "Ok, man." And left the area.
Ahhhh... I feel better now.
