First gym day in California since I've arrived. I made plans with George without thinking and didn't want to cancel so this session was done at 1:30 AM (24 Hour Fitness) after an evening of blasting away Terminators at Nickel City.
Bench press:
95 x 5
135 x 5
200 x 5
225 x 5
260 x 10
> There's no power rack here so I had to make do with crappy benches that had the bar set way too low. Why the hell has this become a standard now across multiple chains? Who the fuck is designing these? My shoulder-pec tie-in began to hurt from pin pressing the bar up at an awkward angle to get set, so I asked someone for a lift-off on the 260 set. He asks "A spot?" and I reply "No, I just want a lift-off. I'm not planning on going to failure so I don't need any help on the reps." He nods. What does he do? As soon as I lower the first rep I notice he's keeping his hand on the bar the whole way through and I can actually feel the weight of his arm applying and unapplying weight in his attempt to move with me. Wtf? I considered reiterating that I don't need him to do that but then thought I don't want to break my concentration, which of course broke my concentration by internally debating it. I thanked him because I don't want to be rude to someone who was nice enough to help me out, though. I guess all I can say is I can't wait to be back in Portland.
Pause bench press:
200 x 3 x 10
> Pec was a little achy and this is starting to get hard just from a poundage perspective.
Dumbbell rows:
125 x 3 x 10
> Didn't bring my strap to CA.
Incline bench press:
155 x 10, 9
T-bar row:
3 plates x 10
Set of cable rows, and super-sets of rear-delt flyes + dumbbell preacher curls
Post-workout: eggs and sausages with white grape juice. Still eating at 4:52 AM, ugh.
