I wish today was better. I felt better on Tuesday even when I was dehydrated in the gym. Today, I feel weak.
I hate that.
I hate it so much I feel it in all of my being. The only solace that I found is that I still went. I know that it was another day that I had to go in and give my all, and I did that. But my all sucked.
Copied and pasted from the "Anyone up for a challenge?" Thread:
5 push press at 135lbs, 5 explosive deadlifts with trap bar loaded with 100lbs. 30 seconds rest in between. But my left wrist started to kill me my 2nd set of push press, then my shoulders and I bitched out. My coach dropped the weight to 95lbs. It then became 5 push press as fast as possible then explosive deadlifts.
Then 3 minutes of tire flips.
Followed by 10 deadlifts at 135lb. This is what pissed me off, because my lower back started to spasm. And I know that 135lbs is a bitch weight for me, but I couldn't fucking do it. So then we switched to prisoner lunges and agility ladder.
My coach switched the last round of tire flips out with 3 minutes of using a sledgehammer.
The sledgehammer made me a little feel better. I will always love that particular training method, even if it exhausts me or I'm doing shitty.
I imagine this is all happening because of my over estimation of the sleep I've had, my caloric intake and just lack of heavy metal. I've just restarted GOMAD (Gallon of milk a day) to help out with my calories to make sure I'm not stalling out. I also have to sleep earlier on days before training.
The best part is when I get home. I find out my grandmother had a heart attack. We found out after she was coming back from the hospital. Tough old woman. Still, I'd rather her not have had one. I love my grandmother.
I wish today was better. I'm so sad and angry.
Anyway, here's what I've just listened to. Sets the mood I guess. I hope you guys are good. I'll be better come tomorrow.
I hate that.
I hate it so much I feel it in all of my being. The only solace that I found is that I still went. I know that it was another day that I had to go in and give my all, and I did that. But my all sucked.
Copied and pasted from the "Anyone up for a challenge?" Thread:
5 push press at 135lbs, 5 explosive deadlifts with trap bar loaded with 100lbs. 30 seconds rest in between. But my left wrist started to kill me my 2nd set of push press, then my shoulders and I bitched out. My coach dropped the weight to 95lbs. It then became 5 push press as fast as possible then explosive deadlifts.
Then 3 minutes of tire flips.
Followed by 10 deadlifts at 135lb. This is what pissed me off, because my lower back started to spasm. And I know that 135lbs is a bitch weight for me, but I couldn't fucking do it. So then we switched to prisoner lunges and agility ladder.
My coach switched the last round of tire flips out with 3 minutes of using a sledgehammer.
The sledgehammer made me a little feel better. I will always love that particular training method, even if it exhausts me or I'm doing shitty.
I imagine this is all happening because of my over estimation of the sleep I've had, my caloric intake and just lack of heavy metal. I've just restarted GOMAD (Gallon of milk a day) to help out with my calories to make sure I'm not stalling out. I also have to sleep earlier on days before training.
The best part is when I get home. I find out my grandmother had a heart attack. We found out after she was coming back from the hospital. Tough old woman. Still, I'd rather her not have had one. I love my grandmother.
I wish today was better. I'm so sad and angry.
Anyway, here's what I've just listened to. Sets the mood I guess. I hope you guys are good. I'll be better come tomorrow.
robotsatemyhair:
*hugs* Don't be sad and angry. Be ad and sangry! It doesn't even make sense, so it has to be better.
crimsonpetals:
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