At some point, you’d think the guy would just take his shirt off???
I’m not even sure where to begin about yesterday’s workout. All I can tell you is that it felt like I was at the gym ALL NIGHT. It was the never ending squat workout from hell. Every single body part was wrecked when it was over. All I could do was go home and sit on the couch afterwards. I could barely even operate the TV remote.
So here’s how it went:
Back Squat 5×5 at 80% max (175)
Triset of 4×8
Front Squats (115)
Back Squat 2×15 at 62.5% (135)
In case your math skills are lacking….that’s 87 squat reps. 87 effing squat reps. My legs were absolute jello before I even got to the 2×15. I really tried to get out of it. I made a serious plea to my coach explaining that I had already had a hard work out and really didn’t need the added volume. He laughed and told me to get it done. He also reminded me that my body is capable of doing it. Out of context, that may be an odd statement to process, but it made perfect sense to me. It’s actually what convinced me to suck it up and do it. He was totally right, my body could handle it just fine. It was my mind that was struggling. I was doubting myself and my level of fitness. I thought I was going to crumple at rep 8, but I wasn’t going to. It was 135…..of course I could do it 15 times. So I put on my big girls pants and got it done. The first set actually went fairly smooth….despite the burning in my quads. I gave myself a few minutes rest and then went after the second and final set. I used my belt just for a little added support….big mistake. The most challenging part of doing 15 reps is the cardio. Even with my belt on loose, I could still barely breathe. The second set dragged on forever. I did about 8 reps before I had to take a break. Then I had to talk myself into every rep after that. My neck was starting to burn after about 10 reps. That’s also when I realized that my contacts were fusing to my eyes due to dryness from staring up at the ceiling for so long. Seriously, I was focusing so hard on the squats that I wasn’t even blinking….wtf? It was brutal, but I did it.
In an effort to keep my foam rolling streak going, I laid down for a few minutes of roller torture after my workout. Turns out I was so dead….even my arms and shoulders from gripping that bar….that I was no match for a foam rolling session. I went through the motions for a bit, but I was worthless. I just barely got my shoes off! So I packed it up and headed home for an episode of “What About Brian” and then off to bed.
What was your most killer workout? Does squat day leave you in a puddle like it does me?