My great aunt died last week. She lived to be almost 99 years old. She was a feisty, good hearted old lady who was mentally sharp up to the very end. She wasn't afraid to die and bravely passed on to the next stage existence free of fear. Aaron and I went to her funeral this morning, which was very draining for me. I couldn't miss squats, but I did scale it back a little. Here is how it all went down.
~I probably could have gut out something heavier... it just didn't feel right. I worked on hitting depth without going too deep or too high.
~still hate abs