Though I have no first hand experience...I can't imagine a greater feeling than the birth of one's first child. That and all the "firsts" that follow must be the best thing that even happens to us as human beings.
On the other end of the spectrum. I have first hand knowledge of the lowest point in someone's life. It is when you spend $240 on a squat suit. Anxiously await it's arrival. The elation that you feel when it finally arrives (much like your first child)...and then absolute horror, after half an hour and a busted blood vessel in your retina, realizing that there is no way your fat ass is going to fit in it. The realization that is was all for nothing...because you must return it.
Bottom line....I planned to work up to my last warmup or perhaps my opener this week in my new Metal Squat suit. Two days and two failed attempts later I realized that I couldnt get the damn thing on WITHOUT briefs...so of course I have to send it back.
Ok...done cryin in my beer....mmmmmmmmm beer.
On the other end of the spectrum. I have first hand knowledge of the lowest point in someone's life. It is when you spend $240 on a squat suit. Anxiously await it's arrival. The elation that you feel when it finally arrives (much like your first child)...and then absolute horror, after half an hour and a busted blood vessel in your retina, realizing that there is no way your fat ass is going to fit in it. The realization that is was all for nothing...because you must return it.
Bottom line....I planned to work up to my last warmup or perhaps my opener this week in my new Metal Squat suit. Two days and two failed attempts later I realized that I couldnt get the damn thing on WITHOUT briefs...so of course I have to send it back.
Ok...done cryin in my beer....mmmmmmmmm beer.