Did deads on fri. It was in line with yer prophecy: it was...different lifting off of 450 than 410. On the order of, it sucked like a black hole. 5 x 340 was easy enough. 5 x 360 was eye-opening. 5 x 385 was not in the tea leaves. Got three in rapid succession. Then i backed up, rallied the boys, and got number 4; but i nearly shot blood outta my eyeballs. (And in fact, it took a while before i regained the vision in the right hemi-field of my right eye.) M' knees actually wobbled, but i locked that sucka' out. Backed up and gave some soul-searching to picking it up again, but i was afraid i might wake up paraplegic. So i moved to p'lups. Changed it up a tiddle. Did 20x BW, then 10 x +25, but then did 2 x 6 x +45. Rest of the workout i left the same, but it felt harder. Didn't do curls. Oh, and only did one set of hanging leg raises x 30. i was taking too long, and i thought i'd dedicate a workout (or stack it in one of the shorter workouts) to a hard ab session.
Today the fam went running again. i've had a cold/bronchitis for the last two days, and i didn't feel like going, but Steph made us. And i felt way better afterward. Then i climbed, and my expectations were very low because of said cold. Not to mention, i didn't really think the back workout would be helping much so soon. i mostly went in to study. But it waren't so bad. i finally sent a v4 that'd vexed me sorely--and one of the hardest v4s i've yet run into in that gym with the rating. Seems the route setters have upped the ante a touch on a lot of new routes. And that's fine with me. Anyhow, then i went upstairs to the cave and sent a v5 i couldn't send last time i came in fairly fresh. Then i hooked up with a group of pretty strong guys, and nearly sent another 5ish thing. And one of the cooler things was several of 'em are generally stronger than i, and only one of 'em could pull off that v4 i'd got at first. Nice feeling. Then i got on this other v4ish thing i'd sent at the comp, and even though i couldn't repeat it 'cuz i was too tired, i snagged these two slopey pinches and my feet cut loose, and i took three big footless swings on these absurd slopers before i got my foot on a hold. Absolutely could not believe i held on. Wouldn't have thought it was possible 'til i did it. Might have left my finger prints etched into 'em.
Anyhow, it just struck me as funny how Monster Days can find you in spite of all your efforts to suck. i'm thoroughly sick, heavier than i've been in a while, and i fully kilt my back on friday, and i still threw down one of the best sessions of climbing i've had in a while. That's morale on a stick. And i'll take it.
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Morale on a stick, huh? I'll take two please! Good job on the deads. Hope you're wearing your belt. The 5,5,5 deadlifts is the workout that I dread and fear above them all. I typically lose half the flesh on my palms and hit an artery in both shins. Its mantastic.
Did wear the belt. It's starting to look broken in a little. Haven't lost any hand flesh, but i'm minus some layers on the shins.
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