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mrhtbd
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Sometimes I wonder if all this volume madness is some-type of punishment for known or unknown failings and insurrections.
Feeling particularly low today so I knew it was legs, but that wasn't enough.
I got bumped off the leg press by two old ladies and did something I never tried before:
I loaded the bar with 135 (two 25's and 4 10's to get lower), then I did a clean and press, got a wide grip, and lowered the bar to my shoulders then continued into a full squat, stopped at the bottom, then exploded out to full extension and the bar overhead for 10 reps.
I'll call them squat presses.
I did squat presses for 10 reps, then went right into straight-leg deadlifts for 10 reps.
I did these both for 5x10, brutal. Heaving between sets, grip slipping and holding the bar against my leg to take it down, crazy.
Yeah, didn't feel so hot today, as a person that is. Wondering maybe I am a loser, and maybe I don't have anything to offer anyone, maybe it's all true. Yeah, it's easy to play the victim. So I went in to prove it by trying to break-down the machine; me. Failed. Miserably failed.
The machine (me) had a few ticks, (shoulder separations) but refused to break and commanded solid sets throughout. A failure at refusing to fail. Well I didn't fail to complete 400 cursed reps today, and there was much grunting and swearing under my breath with sweat blinding me, while my fingers slowly lost their grip on the last reps of deadlifts, so a battle of wills occured between the muscles giving in and the brain refusing to be stripped of those last few golden reps whereby all growth is free. That's what rest/pause was designed for, yeah, I got those reps.
Broken refusing failure!
Now it's all growth after roast beef and provolone on a Philly roll!
Chaa
Feeling particularly low today so I knew it was legs, but that wasn't enough.
I got bumped off the leg press by two old ladies and did something I never tried before:
I loaded the bar with 135 (two 25's and 4 10's to get lower), then I did a clean and press, got a wide grip, and lowered the bar to my shoulders then continued into a full squat, stopped at the bottom, then exploded out to full extension and the bar overhead for 10 reps.
I'll call them squat presses.
I did squat presses for 10 reps, then went right into straight-leg deadlifts for 10 reps.
I did these both for 5x10, brutal. Heaving between sets, grip slipping and holding the bar against my leg to take it down, crazy.
Yeah, didn't feel so hot today, as a person that is. Wondering maybe I am a loser, and maybe I don't have anything to offer anyone, maybe it's all true. Yeah, it's easy to play the victim. So I went in to prove it by trying to break-down the machine; me. Failed. Miserably failed.
The machine (me) had a few ticks, (shoulder separations) but refused to break and commanded solid sets throughout. A failure at refusing to fail. Well I didn't fail to complete 400 cursed reps today, and there was much grunting and swearing under my breath with sweat blinding me, while my fingers slowly lost their grip on the last reps of deadlifts, so a battle of wills occured between the muscles giving in and the brain refusing to be stripped of those last few golden reps whereby all growth is free. That's what rest/pause was designed for, yeah, I got those reps.
Broken refusing failure!
Now it's all growth after roast beef and provolone on a Philly roll!
Chaa