ME Upper

Or "Training in a gym that has a health club mentality"

Warmups
Floor press-medium grip: work up to 275x1, 290x1 then 3x5 w/ 215 (75%) last set 10
Chest supported rows: 5x10/ 90, 135, 145, 155 (2)
Incline Tate press: 4x15/ 30, 35, 40, 45
Pushdowns w/ straight bar: 2x15-20/ 120
Face pulls: 3x15/ 80
Standing DB military press: 3x10/ 35, 40, 45
Standing crunches: 3x15/ 100

4Board (aka "The Golddigger") and Shawn (or "Tank") came in to do shirt work. Golddigger worked his way up through an old school towel press to a pr w/ 405 off his chest. Very nice.

Shawn brought his multi-ply Metal Viking shirt (it didn't have the cool little Viking dude on it however). 500 was about 2-3 inches off his chest. 545 was a 1/2 to 1 inch off. Same with 585. We adjusted the shirt all the way up but needed more weight. So he called for 610. (For some reason he couldn't restrain himself from adding those pesky 2.5 pound plates to everything he did today.) So we get him all strapped in and he's wrapping his wrists. The new "dude" who manages the club, er, gym, now (he calls everyone "dude" so he'll be, "Dude") walks up to me as I'm getting ready to hand the weight off to Shawn, er, Tank, and says, "hey dude are you busy?" WTF ?!?! "Yeessss," I said. So he just stood there. And since he was just standing there I told him to side spot Tank, er, Shawn (maybe he'd learn something). Shawn smoked the 610, which was a pr for him in that get-up, and was very happy. (After which I addressed whatever crap Dude wanted me for and we called it a day.)

The Wildman was there, saw the whole thing and declared "that's what happens when you run a gym like a health club." Sho' nuff. Like Alicia Silverstone, Dude was clueless.

I almost forgot. Big Auto came in for something in the middle of all this (I did forget what). The way he was dressed we thought he was trying to sell us insurance or something. He was recruited to help w/ some of Shawn's board work. Auto likes to be acknowledged when he lends a hand so, in the interest of giving credit where due; Tanks, er, thanks Auto. (And kudos to Little Auto, his newphew, who was in the newspaper last week for being such a stud ball player!)

Ain't no fun (waiting around to be a millionaire),
Ed T.