So today I got a 315 bench press. In June 2007 I squatted 405, and in July 2007 I pulled 495, which was surprising. About 11 months ago I found T-Nation, while online searching for bicep workouts. I shit you not.
In August of last year I bench pressed 155, squatted 115, didn’t deadlift (What the hell is a Deadlift? Sounds hard.), and weighed 180. I never thought I’d be able to move the weight I’m unsatisfied with now. I mean it.
I can remember nights where I dreamed about actually benching 225, or squatting BW. But now that I’ve reached some basic goals, goals that really seemed out of reach eleven months ago, I realize that I’m still weak as shit.
Hmm, I guess this is part “Thank you T-Nation” and part “I’ll never be happy with what I’m lifting.” . . . which is another “Thank you T-Nation,” in its own right.
So I got the 3-4-5. And to be honest, it’s kind of a disappointment. Those nights I lay awake dreaming about it made it seem like so much more of a struggle than it does now. I mean, I’ve done every workout, lifted every weight and eaten every fucking calorie, clean, dirty, and in between, that it took to get to this point, so I deserve to move this weight! It’s nothing special, I worked for it and got my payment. But I want more. Much more.
I’m actually eating some cold steak right now. It tastes great. And tomorrow I’m going to eat 10 eggs for breakfast, go to class and not think about the gym. But Tuesday . . .