I will start off by giving credit where credit is due. The term Bajayjay was actually coined by my former neighbor. She had a serious problem with having to wear underwear. It just wasn’t comfortable and she didn’t want anything to do with. I, of course, didn’t realize this until I was invited over one Sunday afternoon. We were all sitting around watching TV and gabbing. Suddenly, I looked over only to realize she was laying on the floor giving the rest of the room quite a show. Once her mom noticed (oh, I forgot to mention she was only 3 at the time) she said- “go put some undies on and quit showing everyone your Bajayjay!” I was instantly a fan of the term and it has come in handy several times in the last few days.
For starters, Ray Ray apparently grew a Bajayjay yesterday when he called up to demand that I no longer refer to him as a “trainer”. He fears that the entire planet (or all 14 people that read this nonsense) will think of him as a juiced up meat head that walks around giving unsolicited advice.
No, Ray looks absolutely nothing like this. Wouldn’t it be the most hilarious workout of your life though?
From now on I am only to refer to him as a coach. He provides advice and expertise on all things workout.
I guess he’s going for the more constipated and angry look….minus the whistle and wind pants of course.
As for my workout yesterday. I was the big Bajayjay on that one. It was a rough volume workout. Like a dog….the workout smelled fear on me. I was doomed from the start. What began as 5×12 at 155 pound squats turned into 135 pound, and so did the 5×12 RDLs that followed. Then it was a pathetic round of 5×12 front squats at (I don’t even want to admit this) 65 pounds, super setted with 5×12 reverse hyper. The workout probably took me almost an hour and a half. I had to drag myself through it. I was seriously sore before I even finished the squats. Is that even possible? I could not believe it.
I know that a week of rest works really well for some people and I truly believe that it’s a good idea…for them. It turns out that my black and white personality is also present in my physical abilities. My muscles saw the week off as a complete and very permanent shut down. With 10 straight days of no lifting, they cashed in their chips and set sail for the Caribbean. So now I’m left with a seriously uncooperative body. How would you feel if you were basking on the beach being fanned by a cabana boy when some one yanked you back to -40 degree wind chill and told you to do 60 squat reps? I guess I’d be pretty irritated too. I will likely not be able to walk tomorrow. Oh joy.