Remember that naughty song you used to sing when you were a kid? A giant string of curse words that was only funny or entertaining because you weren’t supposed to say them? Never in my life did I imagine that I would willingly put myself in a situation where each and every one of those words were not only necessary, but completely appropriate. Yeah, that was my work out today.
The idea was a squat workout. I knew it was coming, and I was scared. I got a peek at what Ray had in store for me and quickly decided it would be better to just wade through it in ignorance. First set was 10 reps at 95. I guess my days of warming up with the bar are long gone. Second set was 6 reps at 115, then 6 reps at 135. And it was hard. Now here’s where the tourettes started. The next task was 5 sets of 6 reps at 155 pounds….keep in mind my max is 187. F#%k. Seriously? I did the first three reps in the first set, and I was already feeling like there was no way. Ray was ever ridiculing me in the background “encouraging” me to get it done. I felt the flood gates fighting to open, but I toughed it out and finished the set. I don’t even remember the second set. I think I blacked out a bit. The third set almost killed me though. I got a few reps done, but then I felt like I was going to die. If you remember in a previous post, I said that girls sound like they’re having sex when they grunt. Well, I’ve officially passed that point. I tried for the third rep and on the way back up, I failed utterly. I was straining so hard, I think I sounded like a large breed animal giving birth. It was insane. Ray had to rescue me from sure death. Luckily he didn’t sweat on me this time ; )
The first thing he said after I racked the weight was, “wow, you got further than I thought you would.” What????? He put me through that KNOWING that I wouldn’t get 5 sets done? Evil.
Here’s Ray chillin while I suffer through my sets…only substitute the little white box for his iPhone.
Since I was suffering so much, he took ten pounds off and had me finish out the last two sets at 145. The fourth set wasn’t too bad. I think he made me push through 8 reps in the last set though. Again…my memory is a bit blurred. When I was done, he was trying to tell me I did good, but I was seeing stars. I leaned over to try to catch my breath, and through a sneering grin I hear Ray say- “what….. are you going to puke?” The joy in his voice was unmistakable. And for the record, I was not about to puke. Pass out….maybe.
Seriously though, it was a great workout. It felt good to work hard. After the squats, I did some back extensions, stiff leg dead lifts, and some ab work. After complaining yesterday that I felt like my abs were turning to mush, I actually felt really strong doing the ab workout today. It was awesome.
Mind you I did all of this in “fake” shoes. Otherwise known as tennis shoes which are apparently garbage in the weight lifting world. Thankfully my new shoes will be coming tomorrow. I’m expecting all my reps to feel like there are rolled up sleeping bags stuffed on the ends of the bar instead of plates. Wishfull thinking….I know ; )