Today is Rex’s birthday. We gave him Minecraft yesterday so he could play bc we went out of town today. I played the tutorial for 5 minutes, What is the point of this. I’m supposed to dig sand. Why are the graphics so bad. I am in a hole. How do i get out. I quit.
The wife decided that I should work out this morning and then we’d leave after instead of me going to powerlifting team practice tonight and missing birthday cake and etc. Which I was glad of. Even though I had a rushed, guilty-feeling workout. Not really rushed, it took me 2 hours. It’s fine. My wife can pack the kids’ and her stuff. i’ll come home, take a shower, and rush around throwing my crap in a bag while she frowns at me. Preview of a few years from now when she throws me out of the house.
Mostly didn’t talk to anybody today because needed to fucking lift and GTFO. Porter started telling me something about sunday squats i.e. the same shit every week and I just raised my hand, said “not gonna be here then” and brushed by him.
One exception was a 6’5, 250 lb 1-A college football player home on spring break or some shit. Shitty Hang Cleans up to 175×5. Asks me if the hook grip is good for cleans. I said “i dunno, Olympic lifters use it and they know something about cleans” & showed him how to do it in 3.4 seconds His S&C coach should be fucking fired.
Weight: 190.6 (+1.6)
Low Bar Squat: 45×5, 135×3, 225×3, 315, 345, 370, 390, 400, 410, 420, 425,430, 435,
Manta Ray Squat: 300x6x2
DB Bench: 30×30, 35×35, 40×20,20, 45×25,20, 50×20,20
BTN Press: 45×8, 65×4, 89×3, 94×3
Mil Press: 99×3, 135×2, 165, 175; 165x2x3
Sumo + Avg bands: whatever, set some 30 lbs pr with bands, 5 sets total, 195 lbs of bar weight on 2″ deficit on my top set.
Time: 2:00 took me too long to warm up on squats bc my outer thighs are so sore i feel like two guys wishboned me, like the kid in my 8th grade class who had to walk on crutches for 3 months (incident caused a letter sent home saying that pro wrestling would not be tolerated during lunch).