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SO let’s see here
Quads/ass
Squats SS DB plie squats
95lbs/32.5lbs
x 20/ x 20
105lbs/32.5lbs
x 20/ x 20
115lbs/32.5lbs
x 20/ x 20
120lbs/ 32.5lbs
x 20/ x 20
125lbs/ 32.5lbs
x 20/ x 20
barbell hip thrusts
95lbs
x 15
x 20
x 25
hack squat machine
35lbs per side
1 and 1/2 reps
x 8
x 8
x 8
x 8
1 drop
25lbs per side
x 21 (not 1 and 1/2 reps**)
ass machine
90lbs x 15ass
130lbs x 10ass
90lbs x 15ass
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90lbs x 15ass
130lbs x 10ass
90lbs x 15ass
seated leg press machine
120lbs
x 50
x 40
x 30
x 20
x 10
leg spreader
70lbs
x 10 *slow neg + 10 normal + 10 partials
x 10 *slow neg + 10 normal + 10 partials
leg ext. (holds at the top)
70lbs x 10
75lbs x 8
75lbs x 8
partials
90lbs x 10
75lbs x 12
55lbs x 15
step mill intervals x 30 minutes
There. Another leg day completed
Another 129024809328530 to go before I die…
Thinkings:
So I’ve started at a new bank right, and I’m fairly miserable because I dislike banking. And by dislike I mean hate…
Took some time to “find myself” or some shit and then settled on the realization that I’ve pretty much been a glorified cashier my whole life, and I don’t know how many opportunities there are out there for a sign language interpreter program drop-out.
Like everyday I’m reminded of the fact that I’m not at all where I want to be job-wise, relationship wise, life wise, but there are bills in the mail and this is all I could get.
I dunno, it’s depressing I guess.
I met a girl who works there though and I could just tell she feels the same way I am. I’m a sensitive person and I am also very sensitive to how other people are feeling.
I have a sensitive sense.
So I started talking to her and she said “the sad part is…I actually went to school for this”
Oh gawwwwwd girl
I said to her
“I thought that I would matter”
And she said something that really made me think, she said
“Well it depends on your definition of what it is to matter. You could be famous and matter to millions, you could matter here, at this bank to clients, you could just matter to your family. There is no one way to matter.”
I know I matter to Gabe.
I guess I just thought that I was entitled to amount to something. Like, well, I have to be plagued with being batshit crazy and being different my whole life, so it should lead to something other than excessive windexing and workouts that make me cry.
Not the case, obviously.
Anyway, reality sucks, I guess is my point. I’m typically pretty good at avoiding it or ignoring it, but when I’m less manic all I see is reality…
K enough bullshizzz
BYE