The short version: 606, 397, 777. Did not even get my qualifying total but still finished 2nd in the 275 open.
The long version:
The airport I took off from is on some guys farm in the middle of a corn field in Salisbury, MD. I am not exaggerating. I thought I was going to have to sit on a crate filled with chickens in the back of the airplane or pull my truck around to jump start the damn thing. After leaving the singular terminal in the “airport” I flew a pants-crappingly terrifying hour and 45 minutes to the NC international. I got on my plane to Houston and immediately fell asleep. Once the plane landed I realized I only had 10 minutes to trek, what seemed like, 50 f*cking miles to get to a terminal that looked like the one that exploded in Die Hard 2. I got there 15 minutes late, yelled profanities to myself, and went out to find someone to help me in the seemingly abandoned section of the airport. 10 minutes into my search, I realized I went through a different time zone and still had a half an hour until my plane boarded. I made it back to my boarding area just in time for the attendent to announce that they forgot to schedule a flight crew to Killeen. An hour later, I was on a plane I didn’t fit in rubbing thighs with a lady that probably needed the entire back half of the plane to inhabit her largeness. If it didn’t feel like her leg was trying to eat mine the entire flight, I would have been impressed at her swole-ness.
Got to my hotel after the cab driver got lost 100 times… it was his first day… in Texas… not kidding. Got to bed after 2 pounds of french fries and a half gallon of gatorade.
Woke up at 6 and felt like a honey badger was trapped in my spine and it was trying to eat its way out. I have a problem with my hips due to my left leg being longer than my right. My right hip is always anteriorly rotated and my sacrum is always pulling to the right. This makes some mornings/days feel like I am a 100 f*cking years old. This was one of those days. Re thought all of my openers and headed to the venue.
Weighed in at 268. Felt pretty good even though I was lighter than I thought I would be. Chugged some musclepharm assualt mixed with hydro. protein and gatorade.
Squats:
An empty bar on my back hurt so bad I almost $hit my pants. Switched my game plan and decided to crush ever posterior muscle in my body with a lax ball. After 45 minutes of crying and chewing my tongue halfway off, I could stand up with a bar loaded on me. Took 500 for my last warm-up and it felt ok.
587- Felt fine and 3 white lights
606- Same as the first
617- Felt like my back shot out through my @ss when I was in the hole. The spotters had to basically pull me back to life.
Bench:
Set-up with an empty bar and immediately had a full back cramp. Smashed for another 30 minutes, then went 45x10, 135x5, 225x3, 275x1, 315x1
396- Easy in my hands, flaming grip of Hell’s embrace on my back.
412- Buried me
scratched the 3rd.
Deadlift:
This was pretty much the only reason I signed up for the meet. After putting so much icy hot on my body that I could taste it in the blood boiling up in the back of my throat, I worked up to a very easy 610 in the warm-ups.
730- Smoked.
777- About the same
804- Flew off the floor but I was in a terrible position.
Things I need to fix:
Be more proactive about my back/hips. I need to get adjustments at least twice a month. That usually keeps the pain at bay.
Organize my sessions better<~~~ the last two meets have been too random as far as exercise selection and volume control.
Sleep more. I work too much and don’t sleep enough.
Stick to my f*cking plans.
That’s all. No idea whats next. I do know that it is going to be f*cking epic though.
