Exerbabble for 3-10-6

Ah.

This is how it should be. I like this. I’ve been awake seven hours. I could binge on water, but I think I’ll sip some cool, refreshing orange jews for now.

I said seven hours. It’s not even 1 PM yet. That’s right, I woke up naturally before 6 AM. Somehow, slowly waking up at that hour is always better than waking up slowly at any other time of the day. I’m not sure why. I immediately donned my bathrobe, and downed 700 mL of water. Hey, I’m estimating. I didn’t feel like having a full liter of water first thing in the morning. And a slice of bread. Not breakfast, just something to prime my system.

What surprised me is despite downing all that water, I don’t think I’ve peed 700 ml of urine at all. Not even close. I’ve had maybe two 10 second pees, and a 6 second pee. Yes. I’ve been counting out how long my pees are, out of morbid curiosity. Isn’t it funny how sometimes you feel like you really have to pee, then it’s so little. Then other times, you vaguely feel like you need to pee, and you end up peeing for a long time?

I’d swear I’ve had a forty-five second pee, unless I was cheating with my watch, as claiming I’ve had a forty-five second pee sounds like something I’d like to claim! We’ll see. In the past few days, I haven’t gone over fifteen seconds. Mmm, beautiful urination!

I waited twenty or thirty minutes, and had my oatmeal, and some instant ass. Waited a little longer, as I figured I should let it absorb into my system a little. I was a little nervous before leaving, as I don’t think I’ve ever actually done a full workout like this before. (Okay, I almost did it once. See, THIS is why I type up my workouts!) I’d already set my goals, and there was wondering in the back of my mind whether I’d have the stamina to last the workout. I knew it would take a while.

(Oh yes, it did.)

So, today’s workout, as it happened:

Squat: 3×9 @ 135 lbs
Standing Calf Raise: 3×10 @ 135 lbs
Deadlift: 3×6 @ 115 lbs
Shrug: 3×10 @ 115 lbs
Pull-up: 8, 5, 5, 4 @ BW
BB Shoulder Press: 6, 6, 6, 5 @ 65 lbs
Back Row: 4×6 @ 50 lbs
BB Bench Press: 3×6 @ 85 lbs
Decline Twist Sit-ups: 3×10 @ 10 lbs

I decided to go with the “large muscles first” philosophy. Legs, then arms, then torso. Oh, and I gave myself a five-minute cardio warm-up so my heartrate was already up. Heartrate shooting up too fast during lifting = extremely fast. Better to gradually raise it.

By the time I was doing calf raises, my entire back was covered in sweat. Seriously.

To think I’m deadlifting what I was a month ago. I don’t know, I don’t feel like I’m any stronger in that regard. I don’t feel fully in control of the weight. I’d rather stay at the same weight rather than increase weight when I’m not fully confident.

When I was doing shrugs, I couldn’t help but notice my SWEATY UNDERARMS rubbing against themselves. *smirks and twirls his finger* Shit, all that by itself is a workout in itself, should one want to treat it as such.

Pull-ups were the midway point of the workout. I’d been careful about my rest periods, literally counting out thirty seconds. I realized I may have been cheating myself before. By thirty seconds, my heartrate typically calms down a little. Pull-ups are no different than any other exercise, even though you’re hauling your own body. That is, form. Control the weight, that is, yourself. I’m far better about activating my body as I go through the range of motion, to bring myself up. I wasn’t sure what I did last week, but I knew aiming for 8-5-5-5 would be good. Five pull-ups on the fourth set? That’ll be a milestone! : D I wonder if I should stop my first set at 6, and see if I can hit 4×6, so I can actually start writing my pull-ups like that. When I can hit 4×10, I do believe I’ll try a wider grip, as that is HARD.

I recognized how tired I was, but I knew I’d used neither my triceps nor my deltoids yet. Right before I started, I decided to aim for 4×6, rather than 4×7. Makes sense to hit one before the other, right? I do believe in two days I can hit 4×6 – THEN I can try for 4×7. I bet I could have really struggled for that one last rep, but I know better, especially without a spotter.

I’m just assuming that row bar on a hinge is 20 lbs by itself. I could do then freeweight, as bent-over rows. But then I’d have to do it when my back was fresh. This is good, for now.

Also decided to cut my bench down to 3×6, as I knew I could knock it out with no problem. I’ll just aim for 3×7 in two days.

By the time I finished my sit-ups (with a twist! so I could involve my obliques and effectively claim I hit everything on the body), I felt like I had a workout, and headed upstairs to shower naked. Actually, by that point, I wasn’t sweating nearly as much. It’s just something deadlifts does to me. *nodnod*

Showered naked, briefly dried my hair, balls, and asscrack, then relaxed in the sauna for a bit. I like how the sauna curls my hair. Or something, it dries it just enough.

I hit the diner. Didn’t get my favorite waitress (though she did smile and wave at me), but I got one of the ladies who knows what she’s doing. I really need to figure out a post-workout protein snack, so I don’t have to worry about it at meals. That’s right. I ordered cottage cheese with my meal! (Yesterday, I had a tuna salad, roast beef, and provolone sandwich at the café. Mmmhmm.)

I wrote in my journal. I’m glad I’ve gotten back into mood tracking. There have been more happy faces lately. When we’re sad, we can’t remember when we were last happy, even if it was the entire week before. I added another happy face. I glanced through the chapter on setting goals in Ye Olde Esteem book.

Oh, I forgot something. While I was showering naked, one of the guys who works out regularly (who was also showering naked), asked me if I had ever gone out on a date with his daughter Bethany. Or something like that. ..No, I don’t believe I have! He said I looked familiar. (I was kind of glad I didn’t have my glasses on.) I said I get that a lot. He asked me if I play guitar. I said I also get that a lot.

(I don’t know, I find it funny when naked people talk to each other. It was otherwise a benign situation. But, c`mon, being told “You look familiar” when you’re naked? That’s comedy. *giggles*)

So I turn back to the stream of hot water pouring over my naked body. I remember all the times in my life I thought about playing a guitar. I felt a light bulb go off over my head. No, literally, I imagined it, complete with the obligatory light bulb sound. Playing guitar is something that scares me. Therefore, I should do it. (Or, at least explore it, as it is an investment.)

When I was twelve, I thought I had no musical inclination. When I was fourteen, I thought I wouldn’t be good enough. When I was sixteen, I thought it was already too late to learn. When I was eightteen, I thought it would take forever to learn. (I’m guessing ages. You get the point.)

Just something to keep in mind.

It’s a nice day. I wore my hoodie, but still wore a long-sleeve shirt anyway, conditioned to the cold. I considered using my gym shirt to wear in the diner, as I picked it out of my dresser today. But uhhhh. It smells like Timmy. *nods* A proverbial girlfriend might enjoy it. I don’t think my waitress would. *nods again*

Almost through my second glass of orange jews. I think at three, I’ll down a liter of water and a snack. MUST INCREASE CALORIES. And uhh, make my pee clear. I love peeing clear!

Insults be damned, I like my Axe. Oh sure, I like how I naturally smell. I was laying in bed this morning, tickling my armpit hair, and smelling myself. I smelled nice. But you don’t smell like anything right after you shower. So now I do. By tomorrow morning, I’ll probably smell like meeeeeeeeeee again.

Before I left this morning, I thought about what I’d want to do with the rest of the day. Think of it like a reroll of aspirations in Sims2. I am tuggified! Yes. Still restoring my foreskin. I wonder if I’ll be able to think of a good fantasy to masturbate to tonight. Haven’t pleasured myself since Sunday. I realized I’m addicted to erotica, so I’m attempting to learn how to masturbate without any outside stimulation. This is a challenge! However, I know any masturbation I do manage will be rather good. I like good masturbation!

I’m going to toss everything on the floor onto my bed and vacuum. Which will be stupidly easy, as there’s very little on my floor. My window is open. My room kind of smelled like Timmy before, but it should smell fresher by the end of the day.

Ooh, I know what I can do. Those body measurements for weight training. It’s been a month and a half since I first did them. I doubt I “grew” much, but it’ll be interesting to see where I am. Grawr.

I made a video of my testicles dancing. I find myself doing that in the mirror sometimes, so I figured it would be rather entertaining. The things I do to amuse myself, I tell you.

That’s all for now. :: hops ::