My usual day off today (before the hell of the new term starts tomorrow) so I hit the gym. Before I went I did some thorassic extensions on my new torture device (two hockey balls in an old sock - which, incidentally, is awesome for torturing my calves as well) and messed around with my shoulders, so by the time I’d got to the gym and mobilised, I figured I would be OK to press.
Millies:
Bar x 10
25kg x 10
30kg x 10
35kg x 5 (PB!)
40kg x 1
Considering this time last year, 35kg was my one rep max, I’m quite impressed I got five reps with it today. Almost more impressed than I am at being able to shove 40kg over my head (which I’ve done three times now).
Next…because I was feeling brave…
Deadlifts:
Bar x 10
60kg x 10
70kg x 5
80kg x 5 (+2)
90kg x 1
Now I was concentrating on form so much that 90kg came up really slowly and felt titanically heavy. Which wasn’t right at all. So then I went for…
100kg x 1
Didn’t worry so much about the form and just hauled the bastard off the ground and it came up a lot quicker. I wouldn’t say that it was easy, but it was certainly easier than last time I pulled 100kg a couple of weeks ago.
Hang Cleans
Bar x 10
30kg x 5
My left shoulder wasn’t so impressed by the cleans so I left it there. The bicep tendon is a bit gnarly so I don’t want to make it angrier by impinging it further.
I’d actually taken best part of an hour doing that lot so I went next door (to the big part of the gym with machines, mats and fat housewives) and did a superset:
Hypers: 20, 20
Bosu ball sit up/squat thing: 12, 12
Lower back was fried enough that I didn’t go for a third superset. And I mean fried as in lactic, not herniated discs or anything.
Off to the mats for more torture. Did some bridging stuff. I found that if I shove my wrists against a wall, I can bridge pretty well (for someone with a t-spine like an iron bar). Without the wall, my hands slide back and I drop onto my head. Hrmm.
Tried some backwards rolls as well. I’m getting better at these. As long as I remember to tuck, I can get over. It’s not pretty but I can work on the pretty later.
Then stretch, and now home.
Scales at the gym are still broken but I’ve decided I am a fat cunt and need to start my diet today. I even dreamed about it last night. I was waiting to find the motivation. I think I’ve found it. Good old subconscious.