The Showdown has a new album out. Pretty good so far. Diggin' My Own Grave is especially soothing.
I did a workout on Sunday I wish I could erase from history. I was tired, hungry, tired, and pissed off. But I wasn't pissed off in the good way that make your supernaturally strong, but rather in the bad way that makes your workout just suck. In a bad way. It was my 3x3 deadlift day. 395 went but sucked. 440 went and sucked worse. 475 was the final set of three. It wouldn't budge. A couple weeks before I pulled 495 for three. What a head trip. I tried it a second time and dropped it from about shin height. That was the end of that session. I've had plenty of bad days in the gym over the years, but this one really got me thinking for some reason. I realized that I wasn't having fun anymore. Lifting has become a boring job over the past year that I really didn't want to go to anymore. I dropped the "Big but Boring" routine because, well, it's boring. On Tuesday I went out and upped the intensity by around 1000%. I know. Right. That's not even possible, but you get the idea. I was slobbering and needing badly to puke when I hung it up for the day. Oh, and smiling. It was a good time all to myself.
Flat Bench:
WU
300 x 3
320 x 3
340 x 3
weighted dips: 4 x 10
DB flys: 4 x 12
Triceps Pushdowns – 5 x 20
Push ups – 5 sets to failure
Had so much fun with that one that I decided to tear down the lower extremities last night. Mission accomplished. I am now sending electrical impulses that are somehow magically stimulating bones to move in a pattern not entirely unlike walking. It would appear the skeletal muscle has been detached and lumped into squishy lifeless masses around the bone. Its a bit gross really.
Squats:
410 x 3
430 x 3
455 x 3
Zercher squats (heels elevated) 5 x 15
Leg curls: 5 x 15
Leg extensions 4 x 12
Ab wheel: 4 x 12
I'll probably have to back off at some point, but I don't care. This is a good time.
2 comments:
i smell what you're stepping in brutha'. There's a fine line between doing it for real, and making a job out of it. Much better to throw the plan out the window and do it smiling once in a while than to burn out and realize that you haven't bothered working out in a year or two. That one sounds painful. i'm doing a comp tonight that i'm gonna get my butt kicked at, but i'm planning on smiling while i hurtle like a meteor to the pads. Should be good clean fun.
sweet. let me know how that comp turns out. I gotta make it back up for one of those.
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