alright, the training: WARNING- LONG POST
Saturday at EFS-
they call them “chain suspended cambered bar goodmornings,” i call them “fucked up in the best way.”
so i’ll list the weights as if the bar really weighs only 45lbs, and we’ll pretend it had knurling on it, and that it didnt slip off my back on the first attempt.
135x3
185x2
225x1x 4 or 5
235x1
notes- i kept doin the 225 bc i wanted to do it right… then nobody could really decide what “right” was. some of it was a bottom up squat, some of it was a legitimate goodmorning, it was sposed to be fast. Todd made a comment that stayed with me. “It’s like you’ve never learned to strain under weight before.”
Well ya know what? I haven’t. Except for the past year, all of my lifting has been in a local fitness center and despite the sporadic training partner(s), none of whom i would expect to piss in my ear if my brain was on fire much less trust to spot me. And the majority of my time at EFS at this point has been broken down weights and correction. None of this is meant to be a bitchy retort, just a lightbulb going on. I really, truly, haven’t learned to strain under a weight, give it my all, and really know that it’s ok to fail a lift.
so here’s where i tell you that the bar weighs abt 70 or 80lbs. and that the 235 was a bottom up squat, according to Pegg. so thats fucking awesome. I squatted up 270.
then some highrep death shit- I meandered over to the leg press with Ted and Steve, where they were discussing doing 20 rep sets. Ted racked the sled after 8 or 9 reps and said that he didnt think he could manage to do 20 reps. CBEAR HEARS A CHALLENGE after finding out the sled weighs about 400lbs (real weight is less, bc of the track and the angle and physics.), I climbed in and started. Steve counted with me and watched while Ted walked away, and came back after a bit to see how i was doin. I shouted “NINETEEN” and he called me a bitch. it was awesome. the second set was painful and slower than the first. of course, the boys added real weight, and i kept it empty.
i quit there and walked around for awhile bc im still a big fat pussy compared to those guys, and i wanted to make sure i could drive home and stand at work when i got there.
thought itd be a good idea to lay down prone draped over a box… felt so good, kept waiting for my back to finish stretching and pop. then i tried to get up, and my erectors wouldn’t fire. i was seriously stuck. Ted giggled at me and so did Pegg. Took me a few min and Pegg’s efforts at rubbing blood and life back into me, but i managed to stand. eek.
missed sunday because i’m an asshole and couldnt get myself out of bed. the worst part? Ted came in on sunday to bench, which he NEVER does, and I missed it. I apologized, and he said it’s ok, but he’s awesome and i still feel like a tool.
so it serves me right that tonights bench efforts didnt go above 135 or feel awesome.
i have about 8 weeks to get my shit together for the meet, and about 3 weeks left in this quarter for school.
hello, crunchtime. my name is bear. you killed my father. prepare to die.