A bad place for diarrhea

Today it was 3/3/3 for back work. Started with deads. 370, 395, and 415. i got a 4th one with 415, sampled a fifth well up my shins, and decided it wasn't worth the prolapsed rectum. But i got a couple of guys in on it cheering me on. That was a nice touch. Then it was p'lups. Here the tendonitis was a real limiter. Basically got 3 with 90#, but it was sketchy enough to know 95 and 100 weren't gonna happen, so i dropped to 80, and 85. Still hurt. i climbed yesterday, so i don't feel too terrible about a poor performance through the biceps. Then did bent o'er BB rows: a set of 12 with 135, then 2 x 6 x 185. Then good-mornings: 4 x 12 x 115. Presently i don't show that i'm crippled whilst walking if i keep my spine balanced perfectly over my pelvis and take little steps.

Yesterday (as noted above) i clumb. This was a bad idea for many reasons. i did send that v6 again, but i couldn't get anything else. Very sad session, and it added greatly to my inflammation pool. Should'a just gone home. Anyhow, no more climbing planned 'til sat or sun.

Monday was shoulders. Good sesh, really. 3/3/3 day with 130, 140, and 145. Got 'em all. i threw around the idear of a fourth rep with 145, but as it got to the bottom of numma 3 my shoulder said Nopers. That'll 'bout do it. So i racked it. Then supersetted DB militaries and lateral DB raises. Quick session. Got the job done.

Now i'm working on my thesis, and'm generally up for doing anything but putting more effort into the daffy thing. i think i'll go have a beer now. That should make me feel better about accomplishing nothing.