Thursday: Pull
Sumo DL
430x1, 460x5 (PR)
Rant Warning
Preface: I have a “400 club” tattoo on my right arm. I was 20, arrogant, and thought that a 410-pound bench was amazing and made me King Dick of Shit Mountain. Fast forward through 5 years, injury, and maturation, and now I view it as nice but a stepping stone, not the end-all be-all of gym endeavors. Still love it though, and I can always edit it to 500 :). Moving on…
If you keep up with this log, you may remember grunter from my last DL PR. Decent sized, but weak and annoying. Well, he is occupying the oly platform doing some pussy-weight rows with 2 different bars (including the oly bar) with his butt-buddy. Fine, I’ll work in. The cute couple gives me some flak for wanting to use the platform for deadlifting gasp, and acts pissy as I work in and actually throw some weight on the bar. Whatever, exercise some fucking gym etiquette. Around my third warmup, this gem: “Did you get injured or something?” Thinking he is talking about my semi-sumo stance, which is admittedly odd, I start explaining the benefits to the spine of sumo. Before I can utter 6 words, this: “No, I mean bench. You don’t look like you can bench 400 pounds.” I stop dead. It is at this time I wish I could just once respond wittily in the moment. Nope. Instead, I confusedly say, “Yea?” Luckily I was able to conveigh through my look that it wasn’t a big deal. “Well, can you still do it?” Me: “Sure. I just did 325 for 6 on Tuesday after not benching for a month.” Asshat: “Oh. Roids?” Note that his tone reached a level of condescension I’ve seldom experienced in my life. Me: “Snort No. I’m just strong for my size.” End of conversation.
OK, so I’m by no means huge. But to act like I can’t bench 400 because your weak-ass can barely bench 3 at 220 is a fucking joke. Open your fucking eyes and watch the strong people lift instead of screaming bloody murder while you struggle with my warmups. Sans the condescending tone, I would have thought nothing of this incident. Like I said, I’m not big. But a 400 pound bench at 205 is not so unattainable that you should ever doubt someone who has a fucking tattoo documenting his ability to do it. Obviously, I was seething. I finished my warmups, pulled 430 and knew I was going to kill my set based on how easy it felt.
On to the set. Doucheboys try to get a set in as I’m setting up…fuck that. I make it clear I’m going, they back off. I smoke the first rep and get a little smirk on my face as I’m sure they thought this was a single. I blow through reps 2, 3, and 4, pausing just long enough on the floor to keep the weight from bouncing, all the while hearing, “you don’t look like you can bench 400” in my head. One breath, rip 5 up like it was my third last week. Fuck you dickhead. I dare you to even try that once. Thanks for the motivation, though. I actually struggled with this last week. Then they leave, which is good, because I needed to do hang-snatches. Sooo…
Hang-snatch
Barx3, 95x3, 135x3, 145x3, 155x2
Extended my arms a little at the top to get the 2nd at 155, so quit there. Best these have ever felt in terms of my shoulder.
Weighted Wide Pullup
BWx8, +15x8, +30x8, +45x6
Feeling better, still waiting on the dip-belt though.
Wide FP on the Lat Pulldown
90x10, 120x10, 150x10, 165x10
Got my lower traps into these pretty well, felt good.
In summary, great lift, despite dealing with douchebaggery.