I remember when I first started working out. When I was in 8th grade or so. I was squatting. Terrible form. Putting all the weight on my back. Some guy told me I was doing it wrong and being a kid my attitude was basically fuck you. He was giving me great advice though because the next day my back gave out. I was playing football with some friends running around just fine and I literally just fell down. I couldn’t hardly walk. I literally borrowed a cane to use all day. The funny thing is I think my parents thought I was joking around or something cause they really didn’t care
I fucked myself up pretty good as a youngster. Neighborhood bench press contests , bouncing the loaded bar off my chest weird arching my back to lock out those elbows. Fucked myself up good doing heavy upright rows. Luckily got older and smarter , paid attention to form and body mechanics
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