Work for today:
Pull-ups: 1, 1, 3, 5
JuggernautAI Week 3 day 1
SSB squat: 240x8, 225x8, 225x8, 230x8, 230x8
Press: 100x8, 100x8, 105x8, 105x8
Halting deadlifts: 285x6, 285x6
Goblet squat: 50x15, 60x15, 70x15
GHR: 15, 15
Ab wheel: 15, 15, 15
- SSB felt good, still moving well
- Form on press is just immaculate. Slow decent, explode up, don’t allow any lean. If I’m doing light weight, I’m gonna make these reps textbook
- halting deadlifts still suck in a good way
- back to top: tried some pull-ups today, first time in months, haven’t touched these at all since the elbow got angry with me. Felt great, reps were easy, going explosive up and then 2-3 seconds down, keeping form tight. Going to keep just doing a few submax sets of these while I’m doing my warmup stretches, give it a couple months and I’ll start subbing them back in as a primary movement
- did this lift at home gym, so no leg extensions, goblet squats instead
In other news: (wildly, wildly off topic, but at this point I’ve accepted that this log is equal parts a journal and a training log, so completely ignore if you only care about the barbell, no offense is taken)
Had my first “first” date in 11 years yesterday into this morning. A girl I met in college flew out and we spent the day in DC. Lunch in the city, went to some art museums, plans for a fancy dinner that we never ended up making it too…
Without question the most beautiful girl I have ever taken out. I had the most amazing time. She was so sweet, so kind, wicked smart with the cutest sense of humor. And as for the rest…. Jesus Christ…
And now I’m going to take a minute to boast, to brag, because honestly I’m just feeling pretty damn good right now, and with how life’s been lately I need to celebrate these times.
I just had one of the most spectacular experiences of my life. Romancing a drop dead stunning foreign girl, who flew across the damn country to see me. Staying in a 5 star hotel, eating at upscale DC restaurants, touring art galleries and grabbing wine by the bottle to bring back to the hotel. She may come from some serious money (note: SERIOUS money), but I grew up on food stamps. The fact that I’m able to provide this kind of an experience without really worrying about my finances is just amazing to me, it’s just nothing I ever thought would be possible for a guy whose first job was shoveling horse manure.
And then there is her. I could go on for a long time here, but not while respecting her privacy. Suffice to say, this girl is way, way out of my league, and thank god I’m funny lol.
But more so than just how much I liked her, it was amazingly… I’m not sure… I don’t want to say therapeutic because that makes it sound more clinical and intense than I mean… but comforting perhaps, some of the things she said about me, that just boosted my ego in ways it hasn’t been in a long time. I’m a pretty self confident guy, I don’t really have many things I’m insecure about, but it’s still pretty nice to have someone validate things you personally take pride in. A few personal ones I won’t share, but a few I will.
At one point she was playing with the calluses on my hands, and I was slightly worried over how scarred and rough my hands are at this point. Instead she said “your hands are so worn, so capable, they just feel like they can take on the world.” At little sappy? Yes. Hit me in exactly the right spot? Also yes.
We were walking down the street and there was a large puddle of water. Just as we were walking I put my hands around her waist and picked her up over the water. I didn’t really think about it, used to do that all the time with my ex, but it seriously caught her off guard. She was flustered in the best of ways, and commented on how effortlessly strong I was. For a meathead, that’s better than gold.
And last one to share, at one point she was rubbing my traps and just says “god you are just so masculine”. As @T3hPwnisher said, traps are the REAL love handles lol. But also, to have a 10/10 gal talk about how manly I am after I spent all day walking around art galleries and drinking wine says some damn good things about how I project myself to the world. Or, at least to her.
So yeah, it’s been a damn good weekend. Had breakfast in DC this morning before taking her back to the airport, then drove home and hit this lift in my garage. Definitely feeling the effects of the multiple bottles of wine that were emptied last night, but also not regretting a damn moment of it.
I’m feeling good, while life is terrible, if that makes any sort of sense. Work is getting bad, I can’t go a week without a sailor having a breakdown, finalizing a divorce is a pain even if I wanted it, some family is having health troubles, just a lot of negative aspects to life right now. But I am thriving. The hits keep coming, and I keep on pushing them aside. Maybe I only get 2 hours of free time a week to handle all of life’s admin, but by hell I’ll get it done. Maybe I have to work out after not sleeping for 2 days and only consuming protein shakes, but god dammit I’m gonna move some weight. Maybe my sailors are struggling, but hell or high water they will never say that I was not there for them when they needed me. Life’s a challenge, but I am for than up for it. Let’s fucking go.