I absolutely love the internet.  In fact, that's probably why I spent my first few years out of college working in social media marketing, simply because it was a brilliant way to waste time....but a way to claim I was "working."

(And Dad, I'm sure you're happy to read that previous paragraph after shelling out the money for my expensive, liberal arts education.  But I also learned how to write....so that has to count for something?)

Anyway, as much as I love the internet, it's also the reason most attempts at weight loss tend to end up like the video below - a smooth Michael Jackson dance, turned into an aggressive bathroom(?) wall face plant.

Before tackling this week's topic, I'd feel remiss if I didn't at least touch on the two feet of snow that was dumped on New England this past week.  Of course, the perks of living in the city were on full display for us, as we didn't lose power and almost everything we need is in walking distance.  Plus, mother nature is going to have to try a lot harder to keep me from the gym - after all, it was still a squat day.  

So, despite CNN treating this storm as the actual Snowpocalypse (and it kinda was for those on Nantucket), I'd classify it as only a minor annoyance.  In fact, the most annoying aspect of the storm was almost getting run over - both inside and outside - at Whole Foods.  But, despite those select individuals (I'm pretty sure their battle cry was "Give me kale or give me death!") the storm could be summed up with this quote by Massachusetts Governor, Charlie Baker:

This isn't the first time it's snowed in Massachusetts..

As my head hurts from watching Notre Dame get absolutely pounded by Alabama last night, today’s post is mostly in video form.  In fact, I figured today’s post is pretty appropriate....as fixing your bum shoulder is going to be a lot easier for you to accomplish than Brent Musburger realizing his dream of eloping with A.J. McCarron’s girlfriend. (If you need help with that reference, just click here.)

You can't be surprised by the title.  

If you've spent at least 8 minutes with me, you know I'm a deadlift guy.  But my love for deadlifts transcends the unmatched, primal feeling of picking something heavy off the floor.  It's rooted in science.  And as I mentioned to someone earlier this week, deadlifting serves a greater purpose.

Squatting is a different beast. I've mentioned before that any type of squat is my own dose of humble pie.  One time I even said that my legs and torso were so long that I "wasn't built to squat."  As a strength coach, I'm ashamed I let those words come out of my mouth. :)

But a few years ago I realized I wasn't alone.  Most people struggle to squat correctly - for years - but can usually conquer deadlifts after a few weeks.  I had to find out why and only recently found the answer.

My relationship with squats is a bit of a love/hate.

In fact, it's a lot like my feelings towards Don Draper on Mad Men.  On the one hand, you realize that Don is an absolute slimeball who has conned together a large majority of his professional and personal life.  On the other hand, it can be just so dang hard not to like him!  You can't imagine Mad Men ever being a hit without the intricacies of his character, or his drunken antics.

(And as someone who once had a three martini lunch in my old cubicle days, how did those ad men ever get any work done!?)

Enter: The Front Squat.