I feel like I’ve been traveling for the entire month. It’s been nuts. I’m happy to say that I am now officially home for the next few months. Although, my last trip home was fantastic. I was admittedly dreading it because I had just been there and because I was still so sick. An eight hour drive by yourself when you’ve been napping all day for the last week….just doesn’t sound like a good idea. But I forged ahead. I had committed to going and it was the first holiday without my grandma so I wanted to be there. I can honestly say it was some of the best family time I’ve had in years. I think everyone had a genuine appreciation for the fact that our time together is limited, and we have to make the best of the time we have. Don’t get me wrong…we had our share of tensions, but it was still good. I’ve been mulling over this theory about the number of people in our lives that love us unconditionally. When you really think about it, there aren’t that many. I just lost one, and then my dad was questionable but he probably loved me in his own strange way. So who does that leave? I don’t have any children (yet?) so the list is pretty short. I think that’s something that we’ve all taken for granted in our lives. The older you get, the more you realize that no one is really obligated to love you. They do it because they want to, and that means a lot and should never be taken for granted. Maybe I’m the only one that has taken so long to realize this, oh well. I’ve got it now!
Anyway, I’ll get back to lifting. Yesterday was my first day back in the gym after almost of week of rest. The lightheadedness was killing me before I left and I just didn’t think I could push through anymore workouts. So I took the rest of the week off in hopes to be feeling back to normal when I got back home. Well…not so much. I feel okay, but still not 100%. It’s annoying, but at least it’s better than it was. And I still have an excuse for feeling like a giant sack of sh*t in the gym. It was squat day and I had to do 5×3 at 185 pounds. You’d think that 5×3 would be cake considering I’ve been doing 5×5 at the same weight. Um…no. The first 3 reps were slow and hard. I couldn’t believe it. I think I was just a bit rusty because the next few sets got a bit easier, but I still didn’t feel strong. I don’t know how I’m ever going to get back over 200 again, ugh. Next up were deadlifts. Oh man. 3×3 at 255 pounds. I am aware of the fact that I did 255 for 5 last week, but I have no idea how. My first set of 3 almost killed me. I was squeezing my eyes closed so hard that I honestly felt like my left eye ball was going to pop. Usually my sets get easier as I go with deadlifts, but that wasn’t the case yesterday. The 3rd rep in the second set was awful…all back. I seriously think I redefined the phrase “gutting it out”. It took everything I had to get through it. I normally focus really hard on not clenching my jaw after the pain I went through from my last meet, but not yesterday. I’d take any little bit that would help me move the weight.
The only saving grace was that there was a new guy in the gym and one of the other trainers in the gym, Jeff, was putting him through hell. It was great to watch. He had him do some standard sports specific circuit work and some Olympic lifting, but then he started winging it just to see how hard he could push this kid. He was a big football player, and he looked like he was hurting pretty bad, poor guy 😉 Jeff put together this farmer carry circuit for him at the end. He had to run 1/3 of the way down the gym, grab a medicine ball and run back, then half way down the gym and grab a 45 pound plate and back, and then all the way down the gym where not one but two 95 pound barbells awaited him. He had to grab one in each hand and walk as fast as he could to the other end of the gym. Ouch. It was impressive to watch. Especially his second time through. I couldn’t help but wonder if I could do it. After all my squats and deadlifts, I wasn’t it peak condition for a new challenge. But I at least wanted to see if I could pick them up. I’ve never tried much in the way of 1 handed work, but I gave it a shot. Surprisingly, the weight wasn’t an issue at all. I picked one up at first to make sure I could, then I grabbed them both. The hardest part was the balance. You have to find the PERFECT sweet spot in order to keep one plate or the other from tipping forward. After four or five tries, I finally got it. A 95 pound barbell in each hand. I didn’t even try to walk though…my eyeballs had had enough for one day.
See how everything is all cattywampus? That’s how hard it is. Most of the pictures I found of the farmer walk showed guys using special barbells with handles. That would make this 10 times easier! Doing it without the handles is tough!