So I’m in my last week of heavy lifts before the meet. I lift a total of 3 days this week and then just one day next week….eek. So yesterday was heavy squats, close grip bench, and RDLs. I started out with squats, and I was determined to improve on my pathetic performance last week. The best part about lifting these days are the new Texas Power bars that are floating around the gym. I love them. It’s like new underwear day every time I get to use them! I started my warm ups a little different. Apparently I’ve been doing too much volume in my warm ups so now I’m trying to do fewer reps at more varying weights. Instead of 45×10, 95×5, 135×3, I did 45×5, 95×3, 135×1, 185×1. And then I went on to my heavy reps. 200×2 and then 210×2! I was really happy to get 210 for 2. I tried it several times last week and could only get 1 rep. Plus I was super paranoid that I was only getting it because I was cheating the depth. Not this time! I got good depth (at least on the first one for sure), and I felt like I got good depth on the second one. I had to really push to finish the second rep. This was also pretty exciting for me because if I had been in the rack, I definitely would have bailed on that lift. But I wasn’t, so I just had to work it out and figure out a way to stand up. Having Ray there to yell “FINISH” in my ear helped a lot too. Success.
Apparently all my effort went into my squat because my attempt at close grip bench was fairly futile. I was supposed to do 3×3 at 140. Considering I had no problem doing 3×6 at 135 on Friday….3 reps at 140 should be doable…right? Well, I got the first set….barely. Then the second set was a different story. I got 2 reps in, but the 3rd one was just not going up. Eventually I had to admit that the bar hadn’t moved in the last 90 seconds and it was probably time to call it quits. Since i had no spotter, I had no choice but to drop the bar to my chest and roll it off me. Another female power lifter had told me that I shouldn’t be scared of having to do that because with the amount of weight we’re lifting, it’s not going to kill you. Sure enough, she was right. It didn’t kill me. It didn’t even hurt….well physically anyway. My pride is a different story. After checking to see if anyone saw my party foul, I stripped the weight and moved on.
At least I didn’t face plant into the big balls on national television!
RDL’s were next, 3×3. Ray had challenged me to use 225. Oh my goodnes. That sounded heavy. At first I said no and convinced him that 205 would be better. But after missing my close grip, I felt the urge to punish myself with the heavier weight. So I did. 225 3×3. I’m not saying I got the best depth, but I did them.
The best part about my workouts lately is that I’ve actually been sore. I was sore on Saturday from benching Friday and I’m sore today from my workout yesterday. It’s nice to have that feeling…like it’s all actually working.