Yeah….I’m dying over here. So this week is apparently supposed to be alternating between heavy days and light days. I’m just saying…I gotta call bullshit on this one because there was absolutely nothing “light” about the work out I did yesterday. I suppose each set on it’s own could have been considered light, but combined with everything else that I did, AND considering everything I did the day before. No…there was nothing light about it. Toward the end of my workout out, I caught myself walking around the gym with a look in my eye that would have made any innocent by stander fear the threat of flames shooting out at them at any moment. Yeah, I was wrecked.
This guy had nothing on me.
So I started off with some super light squats to get warmed up. Then did bench press. I did 5 sets of 3 at 115 pounds. I know I can easily to 115, but I was a bit nervous about doing it so many times and maintaining that one second pause that’s required in competition. Since my trainer doesn’t work Tuesdays, I had to round up my own spotter. I took a look around at all the interns that weren’t doing anything….and sifted through them to see which one I trusted to save me from decapitation. Of course, I’m going to go with a guy over a girl any day. Not that I’m biased or anything, but when it comes to lifting heavy things….it’s always going to be a guy. So….that left me one option. We’ll call him Will. By looks alone, he epitomizes the dumb blonde theory in a man’s body. His hair is always done, he’s rockin the fake tan, and his eyes look somewhat vacant all the time. Plus he’s easily distracted, rarely focused on the task at hand. Great. I was a bit nervous during my first two sets when I was pretty sure that he didn’t even noticed that I had unracked the bar. He came through for me though. I struggled a bit in the third set and he was on top of it and very encouraging. Way to go Will!
I’m just sayin.
My next set was squats. I did 5 sets of 3 reps at 125 pounds. It was tough. I didn’t have anyone to watch me to make sure I was going low enough, but I think I got there.
Next Kati through in a fun little circuit of lat pull downs (80#), chest flies (25#), and dumb bell rows (30#). I did 3 sets of eight each. I normally hate lat pull downs, but these were especially brutal given how tired I was.
The last circuit was blissful. I had to do 5 sets of 3 reps of dead lifts at 185, 185, 185, 195, 185. AND shoulder presses and some ab work. I was procrastinating pretty good at that point. It was rough……really rough. This is when the flames started creeping up. When I was finally done, I was so incredibly fatigued. Everything hurt. My triceps (which I didn’t even really use that much) were aching. My lats were dying. My stomach was sore. I felt like I had recruited every muscle in my body to pull that work out off. Needless to say, I didn’t do too much once I made it home last night. It was tough just changing out of my workout clothes.
The one bright spot of the day was that my singlet finally came in the mail. You guys ever had to wear a singlet? It actually wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. It just reminds me of a bathing suit…with legs. My only regret is that mine doesn’t have corn and a tractor on it like this one….