More unthinking content produced daily
Like shark week only scarrier.
Monday:
15,12,9 of 70 Kg thrusters and chest to bar pullups
Tuesday:
As many rounds as possible in 20 minutes of 12 30 Kg thrusters, 8 pullups, and 400 M run.
Wednesday:
3 rounds of 21,15,9 of 20 Kg thrusters and jumping pullups. (yes that’s total 9 rounds)
I’ve been totally incommunicado just banging away on a project at work but this, this flushed me from cover.
You ever seen a bird trapped indoors? I don’t mean somewhere big like a sports arena or the airport but a little room with, as an added kicker, a bunch of big scary people in it? The bird starts whippin’ round like a 5 yr old on crystal meth and going for the windows without being real clear on the idea of glass. Whap!, Whap!, Whap-ity Whap!, in what has to be a headache inducing and life span shortening display the bird just keeps going for what looks like clear sky but ends up bouncing his cranium off of the glass like a billard ball. The worst thing to watch is that they keep doing it. BLAM! same result, BLAM! same result. You get the picture. THAT was my day at the gym. I’ve been working on rack pulls for just over two weeks now and tonight – after thinking I was making some progress – BLAM! same result. I’ve been working on rack pulls to fix a hole in my back squat. I even posted here about it. So with the same tone and haunted look in my eyes that a AA member has first meeting back after a bender I have to admit: I’m quad dominat. I do everything I can to cut my hamstrings out of the equation. Tuck my hips, check, lose abs, check, rounded back, check. And the rack pulls are my ticket out. My way to roll out the dusty old electro-shock machine, get a good clenched jaw wrapped around the cracked rubber mouth guard, and rewire my brain stem’s relationship with my back. But tonight I crash landed back in reality. I could barely hold it together. Had to drop weight. I some how got myself pitched all the way forward on the balls of my feet and managed to cut, you guessed it, my hamstrings out of my lift. Ok, deep breath, stop whinging, get on it again, and pull. By the end of my thrashing round I got five reasonable pulls at 115 Kg before I snuck out for home with, you guessed it, my muted hip tucking my tail behind me. No rack pulls tomorrow. Let’s just hope for a fierce cleansing fire to burn up all this frustration and self pity. It’s cliche but they say it’s darkest before the dawn. Lets hope so. Tomorrow’s another day.