This morning and yesterday, I felt pretty good. Even been getting lots of sleep. But when I started to work out, I felt unreasonably fatigued. So rather than push through and give myself mono, or relapse, I called it quits early.
In the locker room I always have a dilemma about where to drink my protein shake. Today I didn’t deserve my protein shake but I drank it anyway because neglecting post-workout nutrition is a good way to get sick(er).
The most natural place to drink the protein shake is by the sink. That’s because after I chug it, I always have some residue, so I add more water and finish it off. Do I enjoy looking at my four-pack in the mirror, which is only visible under certain lighting conditions and when I lift one arm in the shake-drinking motion? I’m not gonna lie. Do I enjoy it enough not to be self-conscious about anyone seeing me ‘mire in the mirror? Or even think that I’m ‘mirin? Nope.
So I should leave my shirt on. Wrong. First of all, my shirt is completely soaked in sweat and stinks. That’s the first thing I take off.
Another bad thing about the sink/mirrors is that they’re right by the toilets. So I don’t want people to think I’m a meatgazer. Or to smell some guy’s nasty dump while I’m trying to drink a lumpy chocolate peanut-butter flavored beverage.
So I can go over to the old guy changing area and sit down/relax on a bench. This is a good choice, unless I’m in a hurry. Or if there’s an old guy getting changed. Old guys are always naked, at least from the waist-down, and like to ask a lot of questions:
I see you here…often. Do you compete? Were you in the service? Fine/nasty weather we’re having, eh? Hot/cold enough for you? I used to lift heavy weights but then I had the arthritis/gout/back surgery. It happens to everybody eventually…
Ugh. So I can go over to my locker and drink my shake. Then, while I’m sitting/standing there with all my clothes and gear on the bench/spilling out of my locker, a fat naked guy will come out of the sauna dripping wet, holding a soggy newspaper. Inevitably his locker will be right next to mine, even if we are the only two people in the gym.
Weight: 193.4 (-3.8)
Manta Ray Squat: 45×4, 135×3, 225×2, 315, 345, 360, 375, 385
DB Bench: 30,35,40,45,50,55 x 20
Partial Squat #9: 405, 495, 585, 610
So at least I broke one PR. I squatted in excess of the world record while sick. Yes, I know, I’d have to go 12 inches lower to hit parallel for it to mean anything. Yes, I know that if I squatted 600 to depth, I’d be able to do 1000 lbs to pin #9. Still, it’s something.
Time: 1 hour (included a lot of sitting on benches between sets)
Came home super early. Wife was naked and in bed, with window wide open. Odd.