Tuesday 7/21/15
BW 303
5/3/1 Cycle 10 - Phase 3 - 1’s Week
Squat
135x5
225x5
315x3
365x3
405x3
455x1
Deadlift - TM 570
135x5
225x5
315x3
365x1
430x5 set 1
485x3 set 2
545x1 set 3
Press - TM 205
95x5
115x5
135x5
155x5 set 1
175x3 set 2
195x3 set 3
155x5 FSL
Really happy with 195x3. Last rep was a real grinder, right leg cramped up but I pressed the barbell.
Time for a tale of young blood gym dumbassery. The two kids who work the front desk were LOUDLY announcing the weight they were loading on the bar at the bench press station as they were working up in weight on their…
…spotter-assisted weighted elbow bends, I guess you can call them. Imagine the bare minimum one might bend their elbow while in a position normally used to begin a bench press. Now add a spotter. You get the idea.
“What do you call those?”, I asked.
“Bench press”, he said.
“That’s not a bench press”, I said.
“I use these for strengthening my chest”, he said.
I nodded and got back to work, doing my best not to think of all of the hapless fools this gym employee has advised in matters of muscle and strength development. Shortly after I hear the gym crier announce “TWO AND A QUATAH PLUS SEVENTAY. FIVE MOAH IS THREE HUNDRED POUNDS ON THA BENCH PRESS!” I had to watch, and I’m glad I did.
The elbow bend didn’t end so well, and his spotter was unable to do much besides prevent the 300 pound barbell from rolling onto the kid’s wind pipe and look at me for help, which I was very ready to provide. Me and another guy pulled the bar off and fortunately the kid was alright.
Just about every grown man in that gym proceeded to give him shit for trying something so stupid, but he stands by his methods and even commented how he finally had a good pump in his chest.
That’s why part of me is glad that I did not begin lifting weights until I was in my mid-30’s.
Notes:
Only lifting twice this week. Bench/Squat on Thursday.
I’m getting fatter again, but I’m also getting single-er. She moves out at the end of the month, bringing a long relationship to a close. We had a lot of good things going together, but it is unquestionably time to move on after spending the last year in a very shaky, very stressful state that had us trying to move in different directions. We are parting on good terms, or at least as good of terms as you can imagine. I’ve used these recent stresses of life as an excuse to do less work and write myself a ticket to Fat Boy Heaven, and now I’m back up over three-hundo again. My body comp hasn’t changed all that much, but 300 is a number I never wanted to see on the scale again.
I am looking forward to the single life and everything that will come along with that. A lot of time is going to land in my lap very soon. I need to use it wisely.