So here I am for Bear Update time.
first, training last (wednesday, thursday, something?) went fine for my main lift, then the accessory work sucked ass. Some combination of having worked out of town, working for too many days in a row (12 this time), probably not eating enough, and the company in the gym just made me want to go home and crawl in bed and quit life.
training was deadlifts, pull singles up to what i THOUGHT i could do for a max double, and quit there. got up to 245. i knew i could have done another rep, and i was happy with that.
some time between re-racking my plates and starting pullups i witnessed some amazing (even for my local) douchebaggery, and by the time i got to my grip work (db holds) one of the “trainers” was talking to me about powerlifting, and thoroughly showing his ass. to the point where i could have counted hairs and guessed what he’d had for lunch.
“if it was up to me, no one would have bench shirts, ever,”
“oh you found a meet where you can squat, too? i know a lot of guys went strictly to push pull because squats are so bad for your back,”
“oh you’re lifting in london? what, you have a personal trainer down there somewhere?”
“wow you have a really good bench for a girl your size,”
“yeah it’s good you’re staying away from drugs. you dont wanna end up looking like a man,”
For the record, this is the guy who came up to me one day, looked at the db i had on the ground, and asked, “what are ya doin today?” --one arm, neutral grip, db floor presses. “oh, whats that?”
so i let that and some guys who were lying down doing bicep curls on the cable machine (i shit you not.) really get to me. ive also come to the conclusion that my attitude is so consistently pissy when im in there that no one notices when im actually in a bad mood.
i really did go to bed almost as soon as i got home that night. even without dinner or pwo anything.
saturday training at EFS was a completely different story. still squatting to foam (because i got there before tate did, and didnt wanna waste time sitting around for instruction) i got a foamy PR. 195 for a double, to the foam. it felt good, no one who was watching had any corrections to make, it was AWESOME. im so excited for next week to free squat and see how i do. RAWR!
accessory work was glute ham raises (back on the decline with the other GHR machines) and while i lost gas sooner than before, they all felt good. Even got a compliment about my hamstrings. “looks like you’re putting some size on em. either that or you got some saddlebags.” No way, man, the saddle bags have BEEN there, the hamstrings are alllll miiiine!
weekend GPP started about 5pm saturday, spent the weekend with pegg and his parents and his kids again. i had a blast, as my maturity is damn near that of pegg’s 5 year old son, and my attention span pretty much matches the 2 year olds. I brought my Joey this time, and he was the best dog i really could have hoped for.
He’s not used to small people, and did VERY well with being around em so much. Tried to get the dog to take his turn driving and Joey gave me some shit about not being able to reach the pedals… whatever.
but seriously, i slept so hard on saturday night, and so hard last night. I dont understand how moms get fat or have trouble losing baby weight. Those kids never stopped moving and neither did anyone else. it was great.
oh, and, we stopped for gyros on the way home again… teehee.
have today off, and getting paid for it. one of those, “use your vacation days, or lose em,” things, and my hire date is 17aug, so i really cut it down to the wire with those. oh well. darn. guess i’ll have to find something to occupy my day with…
catching up on your logs, making some vitamin D outside, eating, lifting… hmmm. schedule looks rough.