5/3/1 & Bodybuilding - c18w3d3
Tuesday - 29 November 2022
Workout: Back, 0520-0645 (85 minutes)
Indigo-3G - 0500
Surge - 0530-0642
Warm-up
Throws + jumps
Begin: 0544; End: 0643; Duration: 59 minutes
Deadlift - 180x5, 220x5, 260x5 | 300x5, 340x3, 380x0, 380x0, 380x0, 365x0, 330x0
Bent-over row - 125 lbs - 12, 12, 12, 12
Chin-up - 10 lbs - 10, 10, 10, 8 + 2
Good morning - 135 lbs - 10, 10, 10, 10
HLR - 12, 12, 12, 12
Incline scap/trap - 2x55 lbs - 12 + 8, 15, 15, 15
Semi-fasted: black coffee upon waking, then Indigo-3G and Surge as above.
Yes, that’s right: 380x0, 380x0, 380x0, 365x0, 330x0. I have thoughts, but not time. I’ll revisit this post later today to get them down…
Edit: Okay, folks, I’ve finally got a few minutes on my hands, so:
'cause it’s about to get real up in here.
Or something like that…
Slept like crap last night, woke up more tired than usual today. Got moving and was doing alright until my guts starting talking back—felt nauseous when I headed down to the weight room, and I had that sick-sweat going on before I was even really moving.
No worries, we power through. Started the warm-up sets, everything was moving well and I was feeling pretty good overall. Threw on my belt and the straps for the work sets, 300x5 was great—moved quickly, felt strong, form was good—and 340x3 was hard but solid. I was a little anxious about 380—that’s still a lot of weight for me—but I wasn’t too worried about the PR. Set up, got ready to pull, broke the floor to about mid-shin, and it just stopped moving. Absolutely wouldn’t budge!
Okay, no problem, that’s happened before. And, like before, I just reminded myself: “Now you know how hard it will be.” Set up, got ready to pull, broke the floor—this time just a few inches, not as far as before—and it just stopped moving. Again.
Wow, okay! Didn’t expect that. I was mentally ready, I was not anxious, I was not hurt, I was not scared of getting hurt. My mind was willing my body to move, but my body wasn’t moving.
Fine, third time’s the charm: Set up, got ready to pull, failed to break the floor, and the bar just would not move. At all. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero.
Well crap! Is there a weight I can lift? Let’s strip some plates and see what I can do. 365 is convenient, how about that? Nope! Okay, 330? No, not 330 either. Okay, I’m done. I thought about working down to a weight I COULD lift, but I was running out of time, so no, I’m definitely done.
Again, I was mentally ready, I was not anxious, I was not hurt, I was not scared of getting hurt. My mind was willing my body to move, but my body wasn’t moving… In fact, it was a very out-of-body kind of experience from the 3rd attempt at 380 onward: I definitely felt like I was watching someone else try to deadlift, cheering them on, hoping they’d get it, and then seeing them fail. It was a strange feeling, VERY strange indeed. I’ve never felt that way on a lift before—soul escaping, maybe, dead or dying, definitely, but not out-of-body.
So that was that. I don’t know enough about how all of that stuff works, but I’m pretty sure something in my CNS just shut down and wouldn’t pass the signals through. Maybe one of those “governors” that I’ve seen @T3hPwnisher and @atlas13 talk about? Not sure what the trigger was, but something in my subconscious did not want me deadlifting after 340x3 today.
Luckily, I could still handle 125 lbs: I was able to deadlift the bar when it was loaded for rows as I got into position! And we’re gonna call that a win for today.
Warm-up sets in 6 minutes, main work and all the failed attempts in 18 minutes, supplemental BB rows in 7 minutes. The assistance was solid, and whatever was hindering me during the work sets cleared out quickly enough. Pretty happy with the weighted chins today, though the last two reps on the 3rd set were probably a bit sketchy: didn’t get my Adam’s apple above the bar on rep 9, and I might’ve been kipping a bit on rep 10. (I was kipping a bit on rep 10.) Decided to rest-pause the last set rather than blatantly cheat just for the sake of numbers.
Good mornings were still pretty hard, but not like they had been. Guess that’s good, because I barely did any deadlifts today—I would’ve been pi$$ed if the good mornings had been as hard as usual.
Anyway… That’s the story of today’s “380x0, 380x0, 380x0, 365x0, 330x0”.
If you’ve made it this far, you win!