Why are front squats so scary? Seriously. I dread them. Not the most graceful movement for tall people, at least not for me anyway.
Tonight’s workout started with a 1.5-mile warmup run with the dog, half of the running sandwich; even if it is muggy out there and bugs fly in my eyes and nip at my ankles and there’s some wild, sour aroma that permeates a patch of woods down the road.
A running sandwich is a WOD sandwiched between two runs with the dog—one run to warm up, the other to cool down. It’s a blast to run with the dog, and it gets us out to see the world together.
After the warmup, I somehow pulled off the following:
Front squat 3-3-3-3-3 reps
Started with the 35lbs. bar. Worked my way up to 70lbs. Having not FS’ed in about a year, I’ll take it. Onward.
Here’s a pic of the dog thinking, oh no, not this shit again.
Tonight we only completed the first slice of the sandwich run.
Some days you get it all, some days you get half.