at first I was like, this feels relatable
and then I was like
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LMFAO!!!
So it was this guy,
https://www.openipf.org/u/gilthompson
Strong son of a bitch! This was back in my day where, well just to be real, I was kind of using dancers as sugar mommas. My baby momma was an exotic dancer and I later found out she was cheating on me, and was telling all of the staff there that I was abusive so they wouldn't befriend me and let me know what she was doing. Well, Gil was the owner of the nude bar, and his daughter was working their as the bartender. I had been sitting there talking to her some nights waiting for my girl to get off. So when it came out she was cheating we were up there for New Years Eve, and the guy she had been cheating on me with had ended up sitting down with me and talking and he realized I wasn't this abusive psycho, and felt bad when I told him I know she is sleeping with someone up here she came home with a hickie. So he tells me, it was him but she had been telling everyone I was super abusive and everything so he didn't care about sleeping with her until he realized I wasn't that type of dude. So she comes up and tries to sit in my lap, and I told her to sit in his, we weren't a thing anymore. So I went to the bar sat down and told her what I just found out. Then we pretty much immediately started flirting, by the end of the night during the fireworks we were kissing on top of the roof and my baby momma was balling and having a fit.
Anyway, now you can guess what Gil's impression of me was, especially since I found out she was also telling him all of that. So next thing he knows, this guy he thinks is abusive, and knows doesn't have a job is now moved in with his daughter within 2 days of that point. Add to that he was kind of running a prostitution ring from the club, he was a big time steroid dealer, (like he had an apartment just for all of his steroid supply) and sometimes ran some guns. So a nefarious dude. Well he really didn't want me to be with his daughter, and honestly now, I say that is 100% understandable and appropriate. How he chose to handle it, not so much.
One day we get a call from her Uncle, another not so great dude. He told her that her Dad just let him know that he offered his guys a couple grand to break my legs if I was still with her after this warning. So, he passed that along to us. Well, when I heard that I lost my sh*t, and we drove up to the club and I called him and his security guys out right then and there. Raging, begging any of them to give it their best shot. Got in his face and asked why his big ass was too afraid to do it himself. I begged him to do something. I was like a rabid pitbull. They basically had to have the cops threaten to arrest me to get me to calm down. Oh yeah his security thugs were to like 6'3 350-400 pound fat dudes who were really there more to sell coke and beat people up than be security. I was going off on them, calling them fat asses and pu-cies. Doing anything to get them to get mad enough to do something. C'mon, break my legs now MF'rs!!!
Realistically, I could have got myself shot, beaten severely or worse. However, to a man who lives his life trying to intimidate and show power, I earned a little respect from him by stepping up and not cowering. His daughter also told him anything happened to me she would never speak to him again. We ended up getting married, and in some ways I think it was more to spite him in some ways than her love of me. We stuck together because it was us against him, but after 2 years of that she told me get a job in 2 weeks or get out and be divorced. I had it coming, I had only been dealing weed during that time, no job. I hadn't stepped up to be a man like I promised. I got a job that next day at Wendy's and never turned back. As I got my ish together we became more cordial, and could even hold a conversation but we didn't really like each other. I knew what he had done, and I had explicitly told him what I wanted to do to him. So that kind of creates a permanent wedge. LOL
It's funny at the time, my friends and I all thought I was the man because I had sugar momma's taking care of me, and didn't have to work. Then I became a man, and realized what a loser I had been.
So, that is the story of the time my ex father in law tried to have my legs broken...
Yesterday's session was simple, just hex bar work.
20 minutes of warm up - McGill Big 3, TRX Alphabets and Rows, DB Suitcase carries
Performed with intent, and tempo adjusted to create a lot of tension in the target muscles while focusing on bracing.
Hex Bar Dead Squat - 135x10, 155x5, 175x5 x 3 sets
Hex Bar Deadlifts - 175x5 x 3 sets
I wanted to step up a little on the intensity here. I am still testing capacity and trying to figure out where my working tolerance is for these lifts. I tested the 155 for a 20lb increase and it was super easy, and no real challenge on upper back. So, I decided to give 175 a shot, considering a trip to 185, but I felt that 175 was enough work to stimulate without pressing my luck here. I am going to go to the gym here shortly and finish off my legs, and toss on some beach muscle fun.
Oh yeah, I got the rest of the week off to spend with my MIL, unfortunately I think I am in that being fed too often and the wrong things state again due to family visitors. How do you say no to someone who's love language is service and they want to feed you all the time. Especially making homemade cinnamon rolls, meatloaf and mashed taters, all kinds of comfort foods to try to spoil us. I adjusted this morning by having a cinnamon roll, and 2 scoops of Hexapro protein blend.