Right now I feel about as tough as this guy….
Ugh, I was supposed to do a deadlift workout this morning, but I couldn’t get through it. I started out warming up with box jumps which actually went really well. I made it onto the highest box which is something I’ve never even attempted before. I was nervous, but I made with no difficulty.
Next up was deadlifts. I did 5 reps at 135 for a warm up, then 5 reps at 185. Then I was supposed to do 5 sets of 5 at 205 and I just couldn’t do it. I think a lot of factors played into it. I don’t normally work out in the mornings anymore. I was rushing because I had to get to the dentist and then to work. And I was just in general having kind of an off day. So when i got really hard, I bailed. I went back down to 185 to finish out the sets. I think 205 will be a good goal to shoot for next week. It’s going to suck though.
And that brings me to the naming conventions. I realize that dead lifts are probably named for something very logical relating to the fact that you lift dead weight off the floor with no momentum to drive it. But…..I think I’m going to go with a different approach. Considering that my hands are torn to shreds, I have a huge dent in my shin, and my back is about to cry….I’m going to say that they are named dead lifts because they make you long for death. That’s how I felt this morning….being dead would easier….much easier than one more f#@cking rep of this BS. Luckily there weren’t too many witnesses in the gym this morning so I didn’t have to share my bout of temporary insanity with anyone.
Yep, I’ll take it. She almost looks like she’s smiling…..right?