I’m back. I had a ton of fun in Orlando over an extended Memorial Day weekend. I developed a new appreciation for Jimmy Buffet. And I discovered that I say “oh geez!” far too often. We rode some killer roller coasters and generally just had a BL-ast.
I’m glad to be home, and it will be nice to get back to the gym this afternoon. Well, I’m sure it will actually suck but it needs to be done. Before I left for Orlando Friday morning I had my first experience with rack pulls. Those were fun. The goal was to do 3 sets of 5 at 225 after a bunch of warm up sets (135, 185, 205). 205 felt heavy so I was worried that I wasn’t going to be able to get through it. Unfortunately Ray had threatened to give me a swirly and shove me in a locker if I didn’t man up and start lifting “big girl” weights. So as much as I wanted to drop the weight…..I couldn’t. It seriously almost killed me though. I felt like my hands were going to rip right off. Each of the seventeen calluses and each hand were crying, and of course my back was screaming too. It was fantastic. The sets ended up being more like 15 sets of 1 than 3 sets of 5 because I had to spend so much time talking myself into the next rep before I could actually do it. So yeah, I spent more time hovering over the bar and having a lengthy conversation with an inanimate object than I did lifting. But…..I did it, and I don’t ever want to have to do it again ; )
I’m not sure what Ray has in store for me today, but I’m sure there will be more tears and pep talks involved. Shit.