P&FLT - c2w3d3 (c2 redux)
Tuesday - 24 August 2021
Workout: Squat, 1050-1150 (60 minutes)
Warm-up
Throws + jumps
Begin: 1102; End: 1146; Duration: 44 minutes
Squat - 110x5, 130x5, 155x5 | 180x5, 200x5, 225x5 | (180x5)x7
HLR - 16+4, 16+4, 16+4
Dip - BW - 25, 25
Chin-up/pull-up - BW - 12/(5+4+3), 6/(3+3), 6/(3+3), 6/(3+3)
Pushup - 35, 15
Band pushdown - red - 25, 25
Mentally that workout was set to crush me. In fact, it’s been trying to do that for well over a week now: I’ve been awaiting it anxiously since before last week’s squat workout. But when push came to shove, I just said, “Not today!”, strapped in, and buried it.
All the usual caveats apply: Second set of dips was tough and left me trembling, but I got them all in; chin-ups/pull-ups were tough and miserable, but I hit 60 across the many (many!) mini-sets; blah, blah, blah.
But I haven’t squatted that kind of weight for that many reps in well over a year, probably longer, so even with all the caveats it’s a BIG, BIG WIN.
Oh, and I hit all those reps pain-free, too.
Now, I’m gonna sound like a broken record, but I need to say it: I’ve been doing a fair amount of stress eating over the past several evenings. I do just fine until late afternoon or into evening, when it just seems to catch up with me. Lots of sources—some internal, some external—but none justify the comfort eating.
I’m actually beginning to wonder if I’ve started to cross my recovery threshold, such that I have a hard time choosing wisely when my body and mind are exhausted but my body still needs calories. Is that a thing, maybe? Or just another excuse?
Anyway, I said it.
Sled and BPAs later.