Week 3, Day 1
Bench
1x7x110
1x7x130
1x7x150
1x7x170
1x6x190 (6th rep was a grinder)
Squat (beltless, cambered bar)
1x4x220 (50%)
1x4x265 (60%)
3x3x310 (70%)
4x3x350 (80%)
Floor Skullcrushers (EZ bar)
1x8x45
1x8x65
1x8x75
1x7x85
1x8x75
1x7x75
Lat Pulldowns (V-bar)
1x10x80
1x10x100
1x10x120
1x6x140
1x11x130
Squats (cambered bar)
1x4x220 (50%)
1x4x265 (60%)
4x5x310 (70%) [belted]
Sumo Goodmornings (beltless)
2x5x205
I think the shoulder is progressingly well, even though it is painfully slow (pun intended). It is interesting that it felt quite good today benching and I did very little upper back work last week . . . hmmmmm . . .
Now I am about to say a bunch of stuff that is going to probably sound cliche, so if you aren’t into that, probably best not to read below.
First, I want to say some things because I think of the people that have contributed to my lifting as brothers, and sugarpie if you are reading, sisters. So the purpose is not because I am fishing for compliments but rather to let people into the world as I see it. Not that I am compelling or anything, but because I figure if you bother to read my ramblings you must care a little bit . . .
The last few days have been pretty shitty. If I were mentally tougher they probably wouldn’t have been a big deal but they had really taken their fucking toll on me. A lot of stupid shit started to accumulate and really stressed me out to the point that I felt like punching a wall (of course I wouldn’t, that would mean longer until I get good at bench press). I had a shit load of work to do for school (maybe I thought getting an MPH would be easier), I got sick, dealt with the dry heaves the last few mornings, fell behind on my work, asked for my first extension in 5 years as a college student and did not get it, received my worst score on an exam as a college student (and studied hard), and still have incomplete homework that was due Tuesday that I have to finish tomorrow. I haven’t eaten as much as I should, see dry heaves, and I haven’t slept as much as I should, see lots of work. And the fact that I was going to have my third hardest session of my 12 week cycle (35 sessions in all) was stressing the shit out of me. Was I going to miss my first squat in a workout? Was bench going to be a huge clusterfuck? Was I going to hurt my hip which was tight as shit from not having time to stretch?
No, no, no, and no. I got to the gym after trying but failing to finish an already late assignment all day, and I just started overcoming. I warmed up very slowly, I got everything in good working order, then I started killing squats. I knew it was going to be exceptionally hard, but I was ready for the challenge. Fuck the sleep, fuck the diet, fuck the stress, fuck the pain, fuck putting this session off a day, I go down with the weight, then I come right back up with it.
I have trained under less than ideal circumstances before, we all have. Many have trained under much worse circumstances that I did today. But all I wanted to say is the iron is such so amazing, so compelling. You can push yourself to hit a maximal weight or a small PR, or even push yourself to be smart enough to quit an exercise when it is just too much (see 2 sets of good mornings). This was the single most satisfying session that I have had in the weightroom to date (even better than squatting 600). Not becuase I hit any ridiculous PR, but because I said fuck everything, I’m going to will myself to a good session.
Good lifting friendos!
Matt