Ok I is properly broken! The lads were up on Monday and went home on Wednesday and I haven’t been as wrecked in a long time!
There was drinking and dancing and having a laugh and beatings that left my arms in bits but the real thing that got me was our competitive nature. See whenever all of us meet up for a session we tend to go crazier then we normally are and this time it led to seeing who is the strongest and by how much. It sounded like a good idea at the time and so when we headed up to the gym and started piling on the weights it was great craic. Of course Conor and I are the strongest out of the group and so we ended up with a good high amount. He benched 65kg I did 80, he could pull 87kg (I think) I could do 119kg but it’s with the legs that we really shone. It took a few minutes but we both manages to get 213kg on the foot press one which was great apart from the fact that we have no idea if we can do more and who is actually stronger seen as there was no heavier setting! In the end we unfortunately had to settle for calling it a draw till the time we find a place that has more weights attached for us to use but it put the Lyons tea ad into my head, this one to be precise =)
Of course calling something a draw is never enough so we end up doing squats, first with Aidan on our back but seen as both of us fall, me after six and Conor after five, we decide to start doing them with Chris on our backs. I don’t know whether it’s the fact that Chris didn’t keep waving his arms about trying to stabilize himself like Aidan or if it’s just because he is lighter but it was a fucktonne easier with him and Conor got 20 while I got 24 before getting bored and just putting him down as the victor (although to be fair Conor stopped for the exact same reason…)
And so, competitive nature subsided for a bit our legs decided to get payback by screaming at us over everything from sitting down to going down stairs. I’d say the next few days shall be a lot of fun to say the least…
