Lifting for 4-14-9

I saw a bumper sticker today that said, “Sorry I missed church. I was too busy practicing witchcraft and becoming a lesbian.” I am amused.

I was absolutely in no mood for my Sunday jog. I went anyway. Two rounds of a single loop around. I felt like my ITB was going to cramp before I even started. I stretched a little more, and thankfully it didn’t give me any shit.

Yesterday was a day off with Candi. It’s weird, whenever I’m relaxed, my legs tend to give out from under me. I’ll be walking, and it’ll feel like my legs will just collapse under me. Though, every time it’s after a heavy meal. So… We practiced the whole turn-tilt-andkiss manuever. Turns out I’m not a klutz, it really does take some practice for her to learn how to throw her air in the leg for balance while I hold her.

Was not in the mood to get up this morning. Nor in the mood to lift. Went anyway.

NROL, Fat Loss I
Day A, Workout XI

Rest: 45 sec between exercises

Alternating Sets
BB Squat: 10, 10, 7 @ 155 lb
BB Bent-over Row: 10, 9, 7 @ 110 lbs

Alternating Sets
Supine Hip Extension: 3×15 @ BW
DB Push Press: 3×10 @ 40 lbs

Alternating Sets
Rotational Lunge: 3×10 @ 25 lb
Swiss Ball Crunch: 3×15 @ 25 lbs

Metabolic Overdrive: 3 rounds on elliptical (1 minute hard, 2 minutes recovery)

Sucking wind. This workout makes me suck wind. I’m not looking forward to Fat Loss II. But I said I’d do it, so I’ll do it anyway. Doing high-rep squats just makes it feel so heavy, even though I can squat over 200 lbs. I could have grinded some more reps out, but my form was going to shit. I was fatigued and winded – mission accomplished. Kind of dropped the weight after I finished the last set of rows. One of the trainers looked at me. I smiled and said, “Sorry!” Ha ha.

This entire workout, I probably sounded like I was having aggressive sex. It’s called effort. I don’t see too many people get winded. I WAS WINDED, YO.

Push presses killed me. I was pretty much verging on eccentric failure, if I hadn’t already hit it. I could slow the descent to some degree, but fucknuts if I could control the descent. That’s the definition of eccentric failure. I just contracted as much as I could.

Rotational lunges felt harder this time, even though it was the same damn weight. Ugh. I had to rest-pause a little to finished. Winded as hell. Mission accomplished.

I barely had anything for the metabolic overdrive. Which means my workout did its job. Stretched and all that good stuff.

Thursday will be the last workout of Fat Loss I. I have three options. I can take Saturday off. I can start Fat Loss II on Saturday. Or I can just dick around in the gym. You know, staying active minus the whole masochism. I may need to test weights, too. Maybe not. I can’t fathom doing this kind of a workout constantly. Nearly one-third done. So far so good.