WELL Fuck. i had written down my Entire Thing and i accidentally hit some button combo when i meant to Alt/tab and it deleted my entire post, so i have to retype this shit…Gdi…
OK
WEEEEEEEE IM BACK! And so begins my new routine!
DB press (being my first exercise back, i decided to ease into things, using slightly lower weights for slightly higher reps)- 15/40, 15/55, 12/80, 12/105
Incline close DB press- 12/30, 12/40, 12/50, 12/60
Dips( i cut this one short. I felt it good, and found myself bumping and bumping. unfortunately, being the out of work, bored, and eager beaver my Triceps are, they tried jumping into the exercise. So, to show dominance, i had to step in and stop the movement)- 10/bw, 10/+25, 8/+45
HS incline press- 15/2 plates, 15/4 plates, 12/6 plates
Cable Fly (began high, ended low. youll see)- Starting high and coming down- 12/30, 12/40 -Switched- Starting Low and coming Up (for bottom outer focus)- 12/40, 10/50
Seated Calf raises- 15/90, 15/135, 15/180, 12/225, 10/275
Standing calf raises- 15/495 x3
Db Pullovers- 15/40, 15/50, 15/60
Unfortunately today, i left my ANACONDA/Surge flavoring at home. So i was frustrated to hell with myself even before i set foot in the gym. I ran to Vitamin shoppe, and picked up some shady during workout replacement, since i had not eaten for a couple hrs prior; but, after i put my ipod on and in place, as drastic as a night to day switch occurred. I Began my workout, utter confidence in myself, feeling each stretch and contraction, savoring each movement.
My ipod, blaring music that was easily recognizable, synced with my memory of recently watched AMVs. The power of Anime flowed through me. The Undying determination, the ungodly strength, and the unfathomable fortitude were all channeled in my being.
Every couple exercises i would pause to pose. Looking at myself in the surrounding mirrors, judging, critiquing, all the while constantly lip singing the song playing in my head, no man daring to mock me, no man daring to chuckle in my direction. My chest- The top, it jutted out, easily holding my chin up, while still protruding several inches out. My full pec, round and full, felt dense and thick, as if muscle had been replaced with concrete. My calves, ballooning with blood, swelled. I looked, easily noticing muscles that most didnt know existed, pointing at my Tibialis Anterior and fully noticing it, as if cut into on my leg. The bulk of my calf, The Gastroc, Full and bulging at the sides, while the soles, edged out beneath it. I felt good…i felt great…I feel amazing. But i know…i know not to allow myself to become content, blinded and eventually deterred…For Success is not final, nor is failure fatal…but it is the courage to continue that counts.