Anyone that engages in any sort of mental or physical challenge on a regular basis knows that there are days when you didn’t bring your A game. If you’re at all like me, you try to figure out why it is that your body has betrayed you. Was it something you did? One too many cans of Keystone last night? Serious lack of sleep? I’ve even heard that sex can interfere with physical performance (but is it too much or not enough that causes the problem?). My point is, there are a plethora of possible explanations for poor performance. But, without fail, the same one always pops into my head. “Maybe I’m pregnant?” And this goes for pretty much everything in my life. If I forget something….must be mommy brain (not a complete and utter lack of concern for what I was “supposed” to remember). If my belly looks pooched out….twins (definitely not the 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies that I ate over the weekend). And if a lift doesn’t go well, without a doubt….pregnant. Don’t ask me to explain it because it truly makes no sense to me at all. It’s not like I’ve ever been pregnant or have even had an actual close call. Not once. Maybe it’s wishful thinking? I don’t know, but it’s seriously got to stop. I can’t keep blaming every failed rep on a fictitious baby Stewy.
What do guys fall back on when they have a bad night in the gym? I’m guessing pregnancy is out…well, for most of them. So the options are severely limited. Bad form, shrinkage, lack of drive, hot girl in seriously tight shorts (with absolutely zero interest in said guy) serving as a major distraction? Like I said….the options are limited.
Fortunately, my fall back plan was in full effect last night. My bench workout was the same as last week- 5×10 at 95 pounds. And it came with an equally nagging amount of shoulder pain. I don’t know what is causing all of this (besides the pregnancy). I’m debating a doctor visit, but what I really want to do is win the lotto so that I can have a full time massage therapist. I also did some barbell rows, pull ups, and tricep pull downs. Once again, my pull ups were less than stellar. I did 20 reps in 4 sets. I only got 7 reps on the first set. I can see with the extra baby weight that they might be a bit harder, but 7 reps? I know this is an improvement over the 5 reps that I’ve been stuck at the last few times, but it’s still disappointing.
Speaking of disappointing, Uncle Jeff (a trainer at IST) sets up this crazy ab torture contraption every now and then. I had another chance to play on it last night….ooooooo, is it hard. It’s really just a barbell with a bumper plate on both ends. Then rubber bands are hooked to a squat rack and then looped around each end of the bar. The easy way to use it is to kneel down in front of it and roll out so you’re laying almost flat. The hard way is to stand up in front of it, grab the bar, and roll out into a fully laid out position. Oh my goodness. I am a complete failure when it comes to this one. Stewy puts up a serious protest as soon as the bar gets a few feet out in front of me. Inevitably, I just collapse onto my belly (sorry Stewy!) instead of expertly rolling the bar back to the starting position. Fail.