Clank... Hey WHAT THE....
Had apretty good workout today. Went to push a little more in some areas, and had a mishap.
I went in this morning with one thing on my mind. Increasing weight on squats. That is pretty much it. Everything else was going to be a bonus.
Chest - 55 db fly/db bench superset combo 3 sets I got all 10 of both exercises for alll 3 sets. A strength improvement.
Seated cable row, wide nuetral grip. 120 lbs Pull to hips, extend and pull to ribs, extend and pull to chest, that equalled 1 repetition, 10 reps. 3 sets
Shoulders - Seated lateral raise - 100x6, 120x6 130x5>110x6>90>5>60x3
DB Front raise thumb up to lower tendon stress 40x5, 50x5>25x8
Bentover Lateral raise 25x10
Triceps/Chest - close grip push ups. Set 1 50, set 2 dive bomber pushups 15, set 3 diamond pushups 25
Squats, okay the time is here. I ready myself to push some weight. Getting my joints warmed up, lowering the reps on the second work set so I could push a little higher.
135x15, 225x10, 315x5, 335x5 375x??? what am I going to get here, 10 pounds up from last weeks efforts. This is going to be some serious pushing here. However 335 felt like it was nothing. I wonder... am I going to be able to get 3, or maybe even 5. I turn the mp3 player up, exploding in my ears the sounds of Disturbed, and they want me to Get Psycho!!!! I am all for it. I do my mental prep, get myself worked into an intense and controlled frenzy. My adrenaline is pumping now. Time to unrack the weight. I take 2 steps back, and drop down slowly and far below parralel. I am in total control of the weight, this is going to be better than I thought, 5 reps is almost a guarantee. Just before i change directions and explode up, CLANK!!!! all of the weight shifts to my left leg and I almost lose control. WHAT THE FUG??? I think as my legs go into survival mode and drop down bringing my backside back under the weight so not to extend my lower back. I go to lower the weight to the safety catches and that is when I realize as the bar gets much lighter on my right side and does not go any lower. I have caught one side of the bar on the lowest peg in the squat rack. I bet you can imagine the string of obscenity that escaped me after I was able to safely get out from under the weight. Intensity spent in a burst of anger and frustration, i feel my adrenaline subside into the inevitable weak feeling that follows every adrenaline rush. I sit on the closest bench ready to walk out with my hands in the air. Knowing I could not get that intensity back if I tried.
And then... the power of the support of a good woman. My wife starts stripping the bar and puts it back up on the rack while I unwrap my knees. I think that is nice of her. Then to my dismay she proceeds to put the weight back on the bar. I told her it is really no use, I am spent, toast, the adrenaline rush did me in. I just don't have anything left now. She smiles and says, okay Honey, then she continues putting the weight back on, pulls the support pin out of the bottom position so I can't get hung up on it and says. You can do it Honey, you might not get as many as you would have but you can do this. Now that is a good woman! Knowing she is right, I do my best to psych myself back up and I get under the bar. No adrenaline this time, just determination and the desire not to let her down. I unracked the weight and pushout 3 solid and very deep reps with 375. Even with being exhausted I got 3, I still would like to think 5 was in my grasp, but I got 3. That is not a PR for all time, but it is a PR for anything I have done in the past couple of years. The most I have ever done is 455 for 1 rep. I have at one time managed to get 405 for 3 reps however those were 10 years ago at least. Anyway just wanted to share the story because I thought I was done for. My wife believed in me and forced me to believe in myself. Pretty Awesome, even without the PR for recent years.
