"ChampionChip Sunday, er, Monday"
Monday was Sunday because Sunday I got busy and blew it off.
a. Press embarassingly light
b1. Dips 30 reps
b2. Close grip lat pulldowns 6x8/ 150
c1. Pushups 60
c2. Wide grip straight arm lat pulldowns 2x12/ 80
Stretching/ Rolling
"A Page From The Book of Brooks"
So Monday became Wednesday and Wednesday was started with a round of "Stoopid Stuff" with my "friend" Matt 4board.
Reverse band bench-strong bands-pinkies at rings 225x5, 295x1, 385x1, 435x1, 465x1, 475x1, 505 miss
For some reason the idea of doing band benches has been appealing to me for awhile. But with my training going so well, it was hard to justify it or find a place for it. But 4board, my "friend", was going to do them so I joined him. I took a page from Brookszinski's training manual (the same one he used to set a state record in kentucky last year), using his warm-up routine; no rolling, tumbling, stumbling or any unneccessary movement, just liberal amounts of Blue Heat, elbow sleeves and a sweat shirt and a couple of singles. My first set consisted of a lot of popping and cracking coming from my wrists, elbows, shoulders, etcetera but that worked itself out after the first set. Apparently, the noise bothered Matt. He asked if I was ok. Anyway, the 475 was a misload (supposed to be 485) and the 505, that would have been a big PR for me was seized from my hands like defeat from the hands of victory, three lowly inches from my chest. Matt said it stopped. Stopped? Stopped?!?! WTF?!? Stopped. It wasn't coming back down.
In my mind, it had only slowed and I knew I just had to squeeze out a few inches more and I had it. I had it. I was this close (I'm holding my thumb and forefinger inches apart). Stopped. Sheesh. I never uttered the safe word. I was still defying gravity. Stopped. Remember the immortal words of Bluto, "Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?!?! Hell no! It ain't over now. 'Cause when the going gets tough...........................................................................the tough get going!" Stopped. Not coming back down, not sprouting blood, no popping tendons or other silliness. Just, stopped.
Oh well, I will get it next time. (And I enjoy aggravating Matt).
"Part Reduex"
Warm-up (a real one)
a1. GHR 60
a2. Walking lunges 30/ side
a3. Back raises 30
a4. Spread eagles sit-ups 60
"And now for something completely different."
A safe word is "take it". Or, if the bar unexpectedly changes direction and seeks to cause me bodily harm. Then it is also acceptable to lay hands upon my bar. A safe word can be "untie me", or "quadratus lumborum" or "tippytoe" or "help" or "get this thing offa me" or any one of hundreds of other choices depending upon what sport you are participating in. For the sake of comparison, unsafe words would be, "I don't think that's flamable", "hold my beer and watch this", "My parents won't be home for hours", "the doctor gave me something to clear that up", I'm sure you, dear reader, could come up with many more. But you get the idea.
On another note, 4board and I are thinking of starting our own weightlifting federation. If we keep the membership to only a "e-lite" few (like me and him), we figure we could trade our pseudo "world championship"/ "world record(s)" back and forth for years. Interesting idea. Unfortunately, others have beat us to it.
I'd rather be the weakest man in the room than the strongest in a two-person federation. Just sayin'...
It's shaping up to be an exciting week!
Stay strong,
Ed T.