Tuesday before the meet, my last day in the gym before Hudson. It’s amazing the psychological effects that this week has on me. It’s the one week of my life that I would benefit most from me being in the gym….but I can’t. I have to “rest”. And by rest I mean run around frantically like a chicken with head cut off worrying about the meet. I realize that I have nothing to worry about. I’ve trained my butt off, but there is just one little thing that I can’t train for. My big….thick….noggin. In most cases, it’s typically a good thing to have a sizable and adequately functioning brain. (Side note- I actually have a pin head. I frequently make hats for my bf’s toddler neices and nephew and I use my own head for a model….perfect fit). But in this case…..it makes me a bit of a head case. Training can only take you so far. And then I need to break out the double ended light saber to fight off the demons in my head.
May the Schwartz be with you….(I’m secretly more of a spaceballs fan than a stars wars fan…don’t tell the bf). I do know that Mordor is in LOTR and not Star Wars though…give me some credit.
I use my last workout as a confidence building experience. I have to lift because in my one day off, I manage to convince myself that I’ve lost all abilit to do so (I told you…head case). The goal tonight was to warm up (meet like) and then lift my openers for squat and bench. I was still debating on what my openers should be so there was a bit of “discussion” between Ray and me. I think he was about to unload a Texas Power Bar on my head tonight though. He wanted my squat opener to be a bit lower than what I wanted to open with. So I tried to prove him wrong and bust out the opener that I wanted like it was super easy….but I totally botched the lift. Oops ; ) So I HAD to try it again. I think I saw a few veins bulging in his forehead. But I got my way, and did the lift no problem….just like I planned on doing the first time. Tehe.
Next up was bench. I don’t worry about this lift nearly as much. I warmed up and then did my opener, 135. It’s 10 pounds over my opener for my last meet, but it feels easy. I’m hoping this is a good meet for my bench. After seeing a female bench 170 at the meet last weekend, I’m a bit more motivated. I know it’s possible….just a matter of all the planets aligning….and another training round, or two ; )
I toyed around with trying out the ammonia capusles that all the super gigantor hard core lifters use. I don’t know if I’m hard core enough though. And maybe the world is just not ready to see the sheer awesomeness that will be unvailed. Maybe all my jokes about attacking the bar Karate Kid style will actually come to fruition.
Or…..maybe not. Yeah….defintiely not going to happen.