Pasta is the devil. I had a lunch meeting yesterday and this incredibly nice lady served me a giant vat of spaghetti. It was tasty, don’t get me wrong. But it left me feeling full and disgusting the entire rest of the day….especially during my workout.
I had a 2 rep max for dead lifting on the books for last night. I started out at 135 and made 20 pound jumps until I got to 235. Then I strapped on my belt (still pathetically loose because I’m not tough enough to tighten it), and started doing 10 pound increments. I got 2 reps at 255 (which was my gym max before my last meet). I almost got 265, but alas…I couldn’t lock it out. Sounds like some one needs to spend a little more time torturing the upper back. Then I did 9×2 of box squats for “speed” and some heavy front squats. Those were actually kind of fun. I remember doing heavy front squats leading up to my last meet and they were insanely hard. However, I felt strong when I was doing them yesterday. Somewhat reassuring.
I was seriously exhausted by the time I got home. The thought of getting up in less than twelve hours to head back to the gym was nauseating, but I did it. Fridays bring a glorious morning of “speed” benching. I did 3×3 at 125 today and then tried some incline benching. That was slightly more on the pathetic side. My shoulders were kind of aching, my back was really tired from dead lifting, my wrists were hurting. Poor me. Next I did some dumbbell rows to redeem myself. I got up to 45 pounds in 3 sets of 6. And lastly……Dips, my new favorite exercise. I got twelve reps in my first set….yay!
And now I’m looking forward to having the weekend off, even more so than normal. I feel like I’m getting to that point in my training where my body is just beat up. I’m tired, everything hurts, and my whininess factor is pretty much off the charts.