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Ridin' a Chicken
The daily trials and tribulations associated with thin-legged ambulation.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Day 11: Hehe! He said "snatch."
Snatch balance, really. 7 x 1, and find your max. Mine was 95#. My sister used to do 95# before she got strong. Shit.
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