Lifting for 9-15-9

5/3/1 – Cycle I
3-rep Week
Deadlift Day

Deadlift:
5 @ 135 lbs
3 @ 185 lbs
3 @ 210 lbs
10 @ 235 lbs

BB RDL:
5×10 @ 135 lbs

One-legged Back Extension:
6, 6, 6, 6, 6 @ BW

Broke the rule of not lifting three days in a row. Boo hoo, I say. Neurotic, but I like starting my weeks on a Sunday or Monday. Tomorrow, I rest. Then I have Thursday, Friday, and Saturday to get in my bench day and squat days. Already, next week is the third week. So quickly!

Admitedly, I was a little tired this morning. Not 100% ready to go. Still pulled my triple for ten. Woo. Last rep took some mental motivation, but all repetitions felt solid.

Chest is finally not sore anymore. That took a while. It was oddly sore near my sternum, never felt that before.

My dad is at his mom’s right now. My grandma on his side is one of those grandmas who you want to hit with a frying pan. For years, she’s thought I needed to “Get a job and cut your hair”. Naturally, it’s turned into, “Get a better job and cut your hair”. Funny, and she’s the democratic grandma. My mom’s mom, a republican, doesn’t give a shit about my hair, or what I’m doing, so long as I’m doing something and that I’m happy.

See, I know not all republicans are evil. It’s just too easy to rag on republicans in general.

And since my dad has no spine and can’t really think for himself, my mom’s informed me that his solution to getting a better job and cutting my hair is for me to move out. I’ve spent way too many years kicking myself through an education. I’m kind of taking a breath right now before I make my next move. Getting a better job is high on my list of serious things that bother me. Duh. Now and then, Candi and I talk about me being a chef. I forget whether I’ve written about that. I pause because I’m not an impulsive person, and like to think about what I’m doing before I do it.

I feel like my writing organization skills have gone out the window.

As Cliff would say, my dad comes from an eastern culture, so he’s completely incapable of saying what he actually thinks, let alone in a direct manner. As I said, my mom was telling me what he’s been telling her. My dad actually tell me something direct? Ha! My mom said she doesn’t really want me to leave because being alone with my dad would drive her absolutely batshitnuts. Okay, not her words, but she said I keep her sanity.

As for my hair, I’ve actually been thinking a lot about cutting it and going for the jew fro. I feel like I don’t spend enough time with it down. But the idea that my dad thinks I’m being held back in life because of a bunch of hair, it makes me facepalm. He was incredibly condescending when I said I was going to buy a full-size bed. He said he didn’t know how I would fit it in my room. I swear, if I were to win the nobel prize, he’d say, “I can’t believe you did that despite your disadvantage.”

I just don’t think he realizes how.. not really confrontational, but.. he comes off as an adversary, as opposed to trying to see your point of view. This kind of behavior explains why I come off as defensive sometimes.

Personally, I like my hair long, and would prefer to keep it that way as long as pragmatically possible.

As for moving out, also high on my list of things I worry about. Candi and I talk about moving out together. I forget whether I mentioned her internship. She hauled ass. And the guy she was working for didn’t even say thank you. She was supposed to get an exit interview. That never happened for some reason. So she’s in a position where she’s going to graduate with her full english degree, no job, and a buttload of student loan debt. She’s uncomfortable with the idea of moving back down to a minimal wage job for cash because she can’t get what she’s really worth. I don’t like it, either.

But. Mathematically, if we both worked shitty jobs, we could afford a shitty studio apartment.

We’ll see. I haven’t had to tap into my inner strength in a while. Kind of nice, like keeping a reservoir for when I need it. I know when the time comes, I’ll respond.