Lo, and i have witnessed an injustice under the sun: i have gas that'd drop an adrenalined lioness with cubs in tow, and i've eaten exactly the same thing for each meal for nearly three weeks. Ooo, i have a quest for you. Find me (and then purchase for me, if necessary) the song Where the Wild Roses Grow by Nick Cave with Kylie Minogue (i think). Can't find it on iTunes. Right. So anyhow, it turns out that hard bouldering just before wednesday's workout is a subgood idear. Started on this v3 i was planning to just onsight, only some chick wasn't paying attention and was gonna climb right through me, so i stopped on a hold and waited because i refused to not flash the problem. Then i botched the sequence, downclimbed a bit and re-did it for the flash. Then i got obsessed with a bloody hard, shouldery v4 gnarcrimper (which i failed to finish). All that was after i put in eight or 10 burns on a v6 i was too tired to even be on when i got there. i felt like doodoo; totally sluggish and unmotivated and [friggin] hungry. So then i went home and energized with a splash of cotton candy flavored Surge, and went for the iron workout:
WG Pullups:
3x8xbw
1x5xbw
1x8x180 (on the machine)
1x3x180
Incline NG Bench:
5x8x40
(These started out feeling like i had an ice pick in my right shoulder joint, but it got mildly better)
Deads:
3x8x215
2x6x215
1x4x215 (This sucked. i literally couldn't hold onto the bar i was sweating so bad. Almost went out and grabbed a chalk bag, but didn't want to fritter the time away.)
BB Curl:
3x8x60
2x6x60
1x4x60 (No excuses here. i just have feminine biceps.)
Hanging Straight Leg Raises:
4x8x?
1x6x?
1x2x? (After about 10 secs. rest. Did these with an indeterminate amount of weight strapped to my ankles. i'm guessing they were 5 lbs-ish. First set felt easy. Last set did not.)
i didn't get to climb yesterday, and i didn't want to go that long without. But i had a real low pain tolerance, and just no energy. i feel like some pizza and a coldbeer'd cure that, but i'm gonna stay on the Ethiopian wagon with you blokes. 'Cuz i like yas. Now the cats are chasing a fly aobut the house, and they sound like those hippo ballet dancers in Fantasia, but without the soundtrack. Hopefully they'll get bored before i have to end their lives. Nastrovya.
2 comments:
Hang in there man. My intestines have been doing the opposite of what I would like for them to do for some days now. I just keep telling myself that I'm pooping out the toxins I've been storing up for several years now. Who knows? I could be right.
I'll see if I can find that song floating around out there.
Well, man, i weighed just now, and i was at 184-185. Who knows? Maybe it just works in big steps.
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