This is pretty much my workout in a nutshell….
Yeah….crash and burn is really the only way to describe it appropriately. Only I think the mushroom cloud over my head was a bit bigger. It was supposed to be the “cluster” bench workout. And no, there were no honey nut clusters. Wait, maybe that’s why it went so horribly wrong?
I started out with 10 reps at 65, 5 reps at 95, 3 reps at 115. Then I went up to 135. The idea was to do one rep and then wait 30 seconds or a minute and do another one. The problem was….I couldn’t do it. I was struggling, a lot. I did a few reps just fine, but then I would lose it again. Ray kept telling me to think about being tough, but I just couldn’t….too girly I guess. So he made me stop. I felt pretty defeated. The problem, apparently is that my form is all off. Ugh. So to fix it, I ended up doing what felt like 100 reps with the bar while I practiced keeping my body tense. Yeah, that was exhausting. I felt like I was sweating like this guy….
Oh wait no, that was Ray dripping sweat on me….Again!
So my new goals are to arch my back more, pull my shoulers down, and flex everything….abs, butt, back. I also practiced pulling the bar apart as I was benching. That helped me keep my elbows in too. The last thing was to start with the bar locked out directly above where I drop it to. Normally, I start with it locked out just below eye level, then I end up moving the bar horizontally and vertically….a giant waste of effort. In case you can’t tell, that’s a lot of shit to keep track of. Oh, and by the way, you’re pushing the most weight you possibly can.
I wanted to cry, and go home. I’m pretty sure this is why women don’t flock to power lifting. Some women would cry and go home, and I’m sure most people would understand. But you can’t do that if you want to be good. My only goal in life is not to suck. So, that means Ray gets to have fun pushing as far as I can possibly go and then pushing me a bit farther while I sit there trying to convince myself that I’m really not a Nancy (sorry mom). It sucks though. My body feels so beat up right now…I can’t even describe it.
So, I thought the best possible solution would be to try out rowing for the first time at 6:00 tomorrow morning. I’m such a dumb a$$.