[quote]Modi wrote:
05/17/07 - Recovery day
A) Sat on my ass doing nothing all day
05/18/07 - Recovery day 2
A) More of the same
Ok, I’m bored. I’m ready for the meet. I went to my gym today to weigh myself. Holding pretty steady at 241.2 lbs. I should be fine for tomorrow.
Squat racks were empty. Looked quite lonely, not a single curler in sight, but they are used to it.
All the benches were empty, just sort of calling out to anyone who passed by…I looked the other way.
The whole place was eerily quiet, just a few cardio bunnies on the elipticals.
Would have a been a great day to train, I could have had the whole place to myself, but noooo, can’t touch any weights. I just walked around for a minute like a caged animal, and walked back out. The girl at the front desk gave me one of those “did you really just come in to the gym, weigh yourself, walk a lap around the gym and leave” looks. Yeah, you know the one.
Alright, I’m going a bit crazy, I’m ready to lift some heavy shit. Can someone please post their workout, so I can live vicariously through you?
Arrrghh, I’m so ready to tear this meet up, it’s killing me![/quote]
I know the feeling, Modi. I haven’t lifted a weight in 6 days. Except when I demonstrated a rack pull to one of the friends of mine that I’m training with 185lbs. And then I benched the bar a few times and felt like I had mental blue balls.
Luckily, there is a heavy bag right in front of the benches, so I could let out a little pent-up aggression.
I’ve really been antsy and anxious this whole week. I just hope that I tapered well.
If you will, please let me share a little piece of my passion for lifting heavy shit, Matt Kroc style (for those of you that have seen his poetry in his lifting logs).
“You take all the love you’ve ever felt, all the hate that’s built inside you- fear, rage, rejection, frustration- and you plant it deep within your heart like a deformed seed. You wait until that seed grows in the moist, red soil, and then the whole heart turns black. Like a washed up seal covered in oil, drowned in the clinging substance… only this is much more alive. Your heart beats faster and harder, adrenaline pumps this scalding oil through your veins until it drowns your brain, permeates your every organ, until there is nothing left that is pure. You grip it so tight that the bones in your hands bend and bow under the pressure. You teeth are biting down so hard that the enamel begins to crumble. Pressure building in your chest cracks the breastplate and the hot smoke billows out until your eyes and face turn black.”
See you tomorrow morn, Modi.
-Matt