Entry #710
My delts are completely fried. I thought it was a skin rash or something at first, but it's actually just very concentrated soreness. This bodes well for MP next week.
This will be the first Thanksgiving in years that I'm eating dinner with anybody. I'd rather go out and train, but I'm forcing myself to attend at my father's invitation. At least there will be food. I plan on bringing The Oxford Book of Modern Science Writing to indulge in while everyone is talking after dinner. I don't speak Farsi, so I'd end up just sitting there and being clueless anyways.
I plan on doing HIIT when I finally get back.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Entry #709
Renovations continue at the gym. Look no further for the futility and wastefulness of human nature. The walls don't need painting, but they get paint. The equipment doesn't need reorganizing, but they get reorganized. The rooms don't need to be switched, but they get switched. Maybe they're just artificially trying to create jobs. In that case, I salute their patriotism.
I was shaking my head yesterday and muttering, "Too many machines", and one of the employees laughed and said, "Yeah, someone like you doesn't need these things." They got rid of the basketball court to fill it up with useless exercise machines. How many leg curl stations do you need? The answer is zero, for the record.
Today was pretty badass, though. They're moving everything into the other room, so everything was a mess. Sure enough, though, the power rack was in its usual spot. I did squats amidst what looked like a warzone. Machines and benches lay piled in heaps around me, and I stood the victor.
DE lower
Speed front squats:
10 x 2 225 lbs.
Good mornings:
2 x 8 220 lbs.
I ran out of time here, so I went to the high school and finished up in the grass.
Strict crunches
Crush gripper
Renovations continue at the gym. Look no further for the futility and wastefulness of human nature. The walls don't need painting, but they get paint. The equipment doesn't need reorganizing, but they get reorganized. The rooms don't need to be switched, but they get switched. Maybe they're just artificially trying to create jobs. In that case, I salute their patriotism.
I was shaking my head yesterday and muttering, "Too many machines", and one of the employees laughed and said, "Yeah, someone like you doesn't need these things." They got rid of the basketball court to fill it up with useless exercise machines. How many leg curl stations do you need? The answer is zero, for the record.
Today was pretty badass, though. They're moving everything into the other room, so everything was a mess. Sure enough, though, the power rack was in its usual spot. I did squats amidst what looked like a warzone. Machines and benches lay piled in heaps around me, and I stood the victor.
DE lower
Speed front squats:
10 x 2 225 lbs.
Good mornings:
2 x 8 220 lbs.
I ran out of time here, so I went to the high school and finished up in the grass.
Strict crunches
Crush gripper
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Entry #706
I'm raging over the renovations that my gym is going through. They've replaced all of the rusty metal plates with these wimpy black rubbers that aren't even as thick. It doesn't really make a difference, of course, but it's the principle of the matter. Luckily, last week, I smuggled four of the old 45s out of their shipping area and into the weight room. They've since been left behind, and I use them on every occasion.
Now, on the bar, that makes for only 225, so when I was doing squats today, I was looking for something else to use besides the new plates when I thought about going with the Soviet-style Olympic ones they have marked in kilograms. They're also rubberized, but they're thick and scarred. Nobody ever uses them. Perfect.
Also, it's worth noting that I've started doing standing ab work with the bands at the advice of EliteFTS. My midsection is still shredded from Tuesday's session. This should translate to better control on squats.
ME lower
Squats:
7 x 3 135, 185, 225, 275, 315, 365, 395 lbs.
> Very easy.
Side lunges:
3 x 8 135, 185, 185 lbs.
> This was a new movement from the pages of Hatfield's book.
Reverse hyperextensions:
1 x 8
Crush gripper:
3 x 5
For dinner, I made this:
Fatal to mortal men, the Manwich is more than mere food - it is an experience.
An experience mostly of anger as the entire thing falls apart on the first bite.
I'm raging over the renovations that my gym is going through. They've replaced all of the rusty metal plates with these wimpy black rubbers that aren't even as thick. It doesn't really make a difference, of course, but it's the principle of the matter. Luckily, last week, I smuggled four of the old 45s out of their shipping area and into the weight room. They've since been left behind, and I use them on every occasion.
Now, on the bar, that makes for only 225, so when I was doing squats today, I was looking for something else to use besides the new plates when I thought about going with the Soviet-style Olympic ones they have marked in kilograms. They're also rubberized, but they're thick and scarred. Nobody ever uses them. Perfect.
Also, it's worth noting that I've started doing standing ab work with the bands at the advice of EliteFTS. My midsection is still shredded from Tuesday's session. This should translate to better control on squats.
ME lower
Squats:
7 x 3 135, 185, 225, 275, 315, 365, 395 lbs.
> Very easy.
Side lunges:
3 x 8 135, 185, 185 lbs.
> This was a new movement from the pages of Hatfield's book.
Reverse hyperextensions:
1 x 8
Crush gripper:
3 x 5
For dinner, I made this:
Fatal to mortal men, the Manwich is more than mere food - it is an experience.
An experience mostly of anger as the entire thing falls apart on the first bite.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Entry #705
Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Things started to go awry at around the end of October. The gym was closed on Halloween (which is a stupid reason), so I went back on Saturday to squat. My left knee was giving me problems, and I didn't get past 355. For some reason, the last thing I wanted to do was acknowledge weakness even more by recording it.
Fast-forward through some more mediocre sessions, and I'm back where I need to be.
Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Things started to go awry at around the end of October. The gym was closed on Halloween (which is a stupid reason), so I went back on Saturday to squat. My left knee was giving me problems, and I didn't get past 355. For some reason, the last thing I wanted to do was acknowledge weakness even more by recording it.
Fast-forward through some more mediocre sessions, and I'm back where I need to be.
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