Then went furniture shopping. With Jennifer’s impending surgery, we needed a recliner. Ended up with 2 new sofas with recliners on each end. That was unexpected…
Thanks, biker. But my bench has some issues.
MP is respectable. But my bench should be much higher given my MP numbers. I just can’t seem to pinpoint where the issue is.
Didn’t feel like going. Back was bothering me. I was tired. whine, whine, whine… In the end, going won out. It usually does.
Face Pulls alternating grip
115x10x4
100x12 - 1 count pause at top of each rep, swapped grip at halfway point
Military Press
barx20
95x10
135x10
185x5
225x10 - most at 225# since I’ve been back at it. If my legs had held, might have hit 12
240x5
250x5
After rep 5, at 225# and starting on the 3rd rep of both the following sets, my legs began to wobble and give, as the load pushed down on my back. I got Lexie (my daughter) to watch my legs and she said they looked like something out of a cartoon…wobbling, jerking. buckling. It is an interesting thing to have 250# mid rep and have your legs start to buckle, only to catch them and finish the rep.
I probably need to scale back on the weight, but dammit, I hate to top out at 225#. It feels like a wasted workout, even though I know that isn’t the case.
Once Jennifer’s surgery is done and we get her back, solid, on her feet, I guess I have to go see the doc.
May have to just keep it light until you figure out what’s going on. The last thing your wife needs is for you to fuck up over an ego issue. Sorry. We all know you da badass MP guy!
CL - No doubt part of it is ego. It is also not wanting to have to start back over again. It took a full year, once I started lifting again, to get my MP back to where it was. And I am not sure it is fully back. While I have hit my 1RM, there are a few other PRs I haven’t gotten back to.
My bench is not back, yet. Not even close. The idea of going backwards, before I go through any sort of treatment/surgery that might be required, just makes me cringe.
I am trying to be very mindful of it, while being bull-headed. On this one, level-headed needs to win.
Hey! Well, not really. She has a membership. She went with me, yesterday. But she sat against the wall listening to music and helping change weights.
She is going through that 15 year old identity / purpose / capriciousness / I have no idea about anything stage.
Yesterday, she decided the old couches needed to go ahead and be taken outside, since the new ones come today… She managed to get both of them out of the house, by herself!
She is strong as an ox, but has no focus and can’t seem to set a real goal.
I am hopeful that this is a stage and that she will come around…to something, even if not lifting. As strong as she is, though, it seems a waste not to spend some quality time with the iron…
You know, my daughter (same age as Lexie) is similar. She went from being a high-level gymnast to being a bit of a recluse. Her moods have leveled somewhat, but I wish she had more purpose and participation in life.
Lexie is great when she has something to do. Like the whole couch thing. She had to take the feet off, work them through the house, get them outside and to the street, then go clean up where they were, in prep for the new ones. She was happy doing it.
In the absence of a specific task, though, she just spins, hides in her room, and seems lost.
Unfortunately, the inability to set a longer term goal, because she can’t see it as a process (or lots of short term goals), only that there is this nebulous end, with an ambiguous path thereto, leaves her flat.
Right now, she is putting together a rather large cat tower / playscape, that they bought. So, she will be great this morning. By this afternoon, who knows?
Please tell me that she will grow out of this!
I think part of the issue is that her generation, or at least her peers, seem to think that life is all about being “happy”. If you are not currently having “fun”, then something must be wrong.
I have tried to impress upon her that there is a difference between happiness and fulfillment. Fulfillment spawns happiness, though not necessarily gaiety. If one’s goal is consistent “yippee”, then one is doomed to discontent.