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vicarzShowed my boss the wonderland video today.
Hawman. Only I care because only I am this high on endorphins. I've cut my lifting to 2 days a week due to a maybe-back injury, my stupid elbow issue(s), and being a creaky wrinkled old fuck. Monday I had a great but odd lift squat day. My weight was 265. I set it up, but...did one rep, then failed on the 2nd rep. I dropped the thing down to the safety bars and argued with myself about a reset. Winning and losing the argument, I then managed - barely - to get 3 sets of 5 at 265. I cheered myself for overcoming, and ragged on my stupid lazy fuck self for failing when I was strong enough to do the lift. I was my own disappointed friend - What the fook man?
Today I had minimal aspirations but a little dream that if I could just somehow dig deep and hit 270 that ... I may lift but I'm lazy. 270 is 2 plates AND 2 dimes on each side. That's a pain to rack, having to run around finding 4 10 lbs and not letting others grab them for their sets. 275 is just 2 plates and a quarter - minimal setup time (and the warm-up weights are easy to rack too). So I hoped I could do it - even sloppy - just so if I was going to fail, I could do it at a weight that I wouldn't mind doing for a couple weeks (since it's easy to rack).
I also revisited where my feet are on my warmups. It occurred to me that my toes were getting pretty far out; perhaps my stance was wobbly.
I warmed up, waited longer than average, and hit 270...it felt surprisingly easy. The bar wasn't heavy on my back. The weight went up and I wasn't leaning or shaking. I was happy after 5 - went up ok. I waited a full 3 mins, hit set #2. The last one took a real struggle, but when I slowed I fought through that shit. The last set was looking like a struggle - but I was happy I hadn't failed or flailed early on. So the last set. I put it down and it still didn't feel heavy, but I was slowing. I watched, the bar was going beneath the bar (a point where I know I've dipped below parallel, not ass to ankles but deep). Rep #4 it...I had to force it up. I barely made it - dropping was an option, but I just cussed my way through it. Knowing I was about to keel, I did the unthinkable - paused and took a breath or 2 before rep 5 (which means it wasn't really a "set"). However, I stuck my ass out, dropped, and made it back up. 3 sets of 5 at 270.
My last reset was after failing at 265. I dropped to 225 and twice a week upped my 3 sets of 5 by 5 lbs. Today I earned the right to do 275 and rack lazy. I've done 275 in the past, but...well I'm back there. I passed a hurdle. I overcame a stopping point.
I am pleased.
Hawman. Only I care because only I am this high on endorphins. I've cut my lifting to 2 days a week due to a maybe-back injury, my stupid elbow issue(s), and being a creaky wrinkled old fuck. Monday I had a great but odd lift squat day. My weight was 265. I set it up, but...did one rep, then failed on the 2nd rep. I dropped the thing down to the safety bars and argued with myself about a reset. Winning and losing the argument, I then managed - barely - to get 3 sets of 5 at 265. I cheered myself for overcoming, and ragged on my stupid lazy fuck self for failing when I was strong enough to do the lift. I was my own disappointed friend - What the fook man?
Today I had minimal aspirations but a little dream that if I could just somehow dig deep and hit 270 that ... I may lift but I'm lazy. 270 is 2 plates AND 2 dimes on each side. That's a pain to rack, having to run around finding 4 10 lbs and not letting others grab them for their sets. 275 is just 2 plates and a quarter - minimal setup time (and the warm-up weights are easy to rack too). So I hoped I could do it - even sloppy - just so if I was going to fail, I could do it at a weight that I wouldn't mind doing for a couple weeks (since it's easy to rack).
I also revisited where my feet are on my warmups. It occurred to me that my toes were getting pretty far out; perhaps my stance was wobbly.
I warmed up, waited longer than average, and hit 270...it felt surprisingly easy. The bar wasn't heavy on my back. The weight went up and I wasn't leaning or shaking. I was happy after 5 - went up ok. I waited a full 3 mins, hit set #2. The last one took a real struggle, but when I slowed I fought through that shit. The last set was looking like a struggle - but I was happy I hadn't failed or flailed early on. So the last set. I put it down and it still didn't feel heavy, but I was slowing. I watched, the bar was going beneath the bar (a point where I know I've dipped below parallel, not ass to ankles but deep). Rep #4 it...I had to force it up. I barely made it - dropping was an option, but I just cussed my way through it. Knowing I was about to keel, I did the unthinkable - paused and took a breath or 2 before rep 5 (which means it wasn't really a "set"). However, I stuck my ass out, dropped, and made it back up. 3 sets of 5 at 270.
My last reset was after failing at 265. I dropped to 225 and twice a week upped my 3 sets of 5 by 5 lbs. Today I earned the right to do 275 and rack lazy. I've done 275 in the past, but...well I'm back there. I passed a hurdle. I overcame a stopping point.
I am pleased.
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