So the kids have the week off school. I try to workout in the mornings most days, but since I was there for a while, they began to arrive in droves as I was finishing up. A different, scrawnier, group took over the squat rack.
I leave my chalk on top of the trash can. Sometimes if I vacate the squat rack (I was doing deadlifts on the floor in front of the half-rack), I take it with me, other times I don’t bother and just walk back over there to chalk up. When I went to get chalk, this kid who weighed about 85 lbs was struggling to squat 135. I mean he was bent over, the left end of the bar was practically touching the ground, the right end was way up in the air, and he looked traumatized. Meanwhile, his friends were yelling at him. “Come on dude, don’t be a pussy!!”
I stopped and watched. When the bar had finally settled on the bottom pins and the kid crawled out from beneath the wreckage, I said, “That’s way too much weight.”
“We know,” one of them said. (not in a smart-ass way, more in a chastened, we-just-learned-our-lesson-when-little-Billy-almost-got-paralyzed way)
So I left them alone. The other two did a couple more sets. Billy chose to use the lat pulldown machine instead.
There’s this guy who is the epitome of fake crossfitters. He often brings in his girlfriend/wife (looks pretty good in spandex from a distance, has gunt and hag-like face). But he may actually be some sort of trainer, as now he is coming in with extra people to workout on the astroturf area. Either way, it is a sad mimicry of the “cross-training” class.* “Here comes the circus,” I mutter to my pals when the fake cross-trainers arrive.
*The official cross-training class, led by a different trainer, is at least a reasonably safe smoke-fest. I mean they pay $20 to do chinups, squat thrusts, swing the battle ropes, flip the tires and push the prowler. Nothing crazy.
This douchebag had this 20 year-old guy with a big gut on top of the bosu ball – which was on top of a 36 inch box. The guy was doing something with two kettlebells. (Pistols? Presses? Who Knows.) He was about to fall off. I was unloading the bench press, and I just stood there gaping, waiting to see if he would spill. Thought I wouldn’t mind testifying in court. The “trainer” saw me looking and gave me the evil eye, but I just kept staring. After the kid got down, they stopped doing that exercise. I don’t bring my phone, but I should have borrowed someone else’s to tape this.
Weight: 192.4 (+0.2)
Manta Ray Squat: 45×5, 135×3, 225×2, 265, 305, 325, 345, 355, 365, 375, 385; 360×1, 380×1,1
sore and thrashed after yesterday’s extravaganza
Bottom Position Squat #13 (all the way at the bottom): 225, 315, 355
Gonna start alternating this with partial squats and only do box squats when I can’t get the rack.
Medium Grip Bench: 45×10, 95×4, 135×3, 175×2, 215, 255, 275, 295, 315, 335, 345
Slingshot Bench: 365, 385, 395; 370×3
Medium Grip Bench: 320×2,3,3
Sumo Box (0.5″): 135×3, 205, 275, 345
Sumo Box (1″): 395
Sumo Box (1.5″): 415
Sumo Box (0.5″) + monster band: 205, 275, 345