Last friday i posted. i went to the climbgym that day to start a kind of downward spiral. The power steering went out on the van as i was pulling out of our street, but i drove it across town anyway. Kinda like steering a very old tractor. Good workout. But the power steering pump had seized up, and we had to replace it. So we spent big swaths of the next few days doing that. And a cylinder is out on the other van. That's why it kept dying on the way home from your place. Spent a load of time diagnosing that, and it looks like it'll only cost about 1,500bones to get 'er fixed (if we do it ourselves), so we're down a van 'til i'm gainfully employed. But at any rate, i climbed that friday, and the thursday before. i think i climbed on sunday--day 1 of the year. That was a li'l much, but i didn't feel like running. It's funny, but the worse i climb (or do anything else for that matter) the more i feel compelled to keep doing it 'til i get it right, and (of course) the worse i keep doing. So i went for over head presses monday: 5/5/5 day on the shiny new max. 120, 130, and 140. That stung a bit. i was squealing up the last two reps with 140 (which was my max a couple of cycles ago) and i didn't wanna break knee and drop under the weight, so i ended up subconsciously standing up on my tip-toes and dropping heels so's to drop through the 90deg point. Then i "supersetted" DB presses with 40s and lateral raises with 20s and 15s for 4 sets of 12ish. i put finger quotes around supersetted 'cuz i think by the end i was taking 3 or 4 min rests between 'em. Shoulders were torched. And i felt kinda dizzy and nauseous from the toxin release.
Yesterday i went back for some more unexpected left shoulder action at the climbgym. Wasn't climbing spectacularly, but i ran into some friends who gave me some motivation, and started working a v7 with 'em. my hands weren't even sorta healed for that, but i put down some good growls. Then we started making up routes, and when we stopped the tiny crimps and started on the heinous slopers the power juices started flowing again. i tried doing a direct finish out of this stupid hard v3, which would skip over half the holds on the route (and which i think would turn it into a stiff v5) and it required this crazy gaston onto a slopey crimp. i didn't snag the finish, but i tried it prob'ly 7 or 8 times for a sick left posterior delt meltdown. i think it'll go if i can heal. i'd like to set a symmetrical version of that move up on a system wall--be a ver' nice workout.
Today is 5/5/5 day on deads. i didn't get 460, but i think i'm'a recalculate my numbers off of 460 anyway...see if i can do the workout without crying. i'll post up when that's done. At any rate, it's nice to be near my gyms and at least looking at getting on a track even if i haven't figured that out completely yet. And i'm with you: i need to gun for <200lbs. i think taking 6 weeks off and loading up on weights has been beneficial, 'cuz i'm locking off one-arm hangs at 208, but i can't help but feel like things'd go better if i were to drop a stone.
On that note, i've stumbled accidentally onto an astonishing discovery: it turns out the less i drink, the better i seem to be able to stay motivated and the easier it is to lose weight. i ran outta sauce the other day, and i felt like a million bucks for the subsequent days.
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...And the deads
Did indeedy manage to go in for deads. Still trying to figure out how to break the workout up into a deads day and pullups, but it's basically working so far. Deads was 5/5/5 day, and i did 345, 370 and 400. (S'posed to be 395, but that's a gay place to end). On that last set i got four, tried the fifth (even had some dude cheering me a "C'mon man!), but i failed. My knees seriously were buckling. So i walked away for a few seconds-long vision quest, came back and saved face. That friggin' hurt. Then i did 4 sets of 12 with 115 on good-mornings. Oh, and 3 x 30 of straight leg raises. Then i went home for protein.
Praying for yous.
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Good job finishing the sets. I once tore a 2" hunk of callus out of my right hand on a 5/5/5 day on about rep three of the last set. I took a second to lick the dirt off the flesh, tape it back in place, and then finished the set. I've always felt like the last reps are the ones that make you stronger.
i feel the same way. If a big chunk of getting stronger is being mentally tougher, then you gotta train through pain. But you don't start pulling apart those deep muscle fibers 'til you've exhausted the first-to-fire.
Preach it!
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