Sometime last year I lost one of the plain cotton webbing lifting straps I had been using for years and had to get a new pair. These new ones have some sort of nylon polyester synthetic whatever in the weave, supposedly indestructible and blah blah, and I hate them — though not quite enough to overcome my natural frugality and replace them. They give me strap freckles.
The medical term is “petechiae,” for whomever cares to know — pinpoint bleeding into the skin (on the back of my hands, because the straps cinch around the wrists) from increased local pressure. In my case they go away in a day or so, but it’s irritating. You can just see them in the picture.
I certainly don’t deadlift anything like some guys can handle (I once witnessed a powerlifting competitor psych up for a 615-pound triple by banging his head smartly on the power rack, but that’s another story). I do a little more of a straight-leg than this guy (who is not using straps) but not a complete lockout, and I take it down below the level of the platform, so less is more.
I can’t imagine what happens when someone hucks even 200 with these unyielding motherfuckers. Maybe guys have thicker skin. The old straps had that little bit of natural-fiber give and didn’t choke off my wrist circulation to the point of exploding my surface capillaries. Of course I can just see myself calling 1-800-STRAP4U or someplace like that and asking if the straps have a little give in em and does anyone return them because of purple polka dots, because bets no one else cares about this kind of thing.
You know what I mean, right? The design and marketing people get focused on one thing about a product and never notice the really important detail… to you, anyway?