So I may be a familiar face to some, but I know since I disappeared in August there are definitely some new faces around. So brief intro:
I joined T-Nation right around the time I ran my first half-marathon. Running at the time was something I loved and would do to work off some steam. After the race, I was waiting for my body to tell me it was ready to run again and it never did… so off to my next goal I went. I was training with ddot76 (who I think has disappeared from TN since his wedding) and decided squatting 225 was my next goal. After training for that, I fell in love with the big 3 and got into powerlifting. I did 2 meets (best lifts were 331, 181, 303, but the deadlift I missed 2 pulls since I was going for a certain total… I pulled 315 raw the next week :D).
Anyway, after those meets I moved to California to do my MBA and have been playing in the land of fun and sun since September. For a while I got back into my eating like shit, drinking too much and going to the gym far too infrequently routine, but am over that. I’m eating better, drinking less (however this whole college thing still involves quite a bit of booze) and training more regularly. I’m not currently focused on PLing but am doing some more fun stuff and unilateral work to take care of my angry body.
That said, last weekend I headed a few hours north and trained with Bartl for 2 sessions and realized how much of a pussy I’ve turned into. It’s like I forgot how to breath when I lift and definitely forgot what it’s like to train with someone. Had a few good sessions earlier this week then Friday was all day NEPA wandering around Disneyland and yesterday was fun day: 3 hours of co-ed flag football practice and volleyball practice in the sun (definitely got quite burned). Today is an off day of reading for the week and writing a paper, then back at it tomorrow morning after class.
I’ve decided to get back to keeping a log to keep track of my gym life and get some sort of “training partner” feeling (and accountability) since the 18 year old freshmen in the gym who don’t understand why I squat don’t quite do it. It was much harder to miss more than a day at the gym back home where all of a sudden I was getting calls or texts wondering where I was. So now, you guys will be my texts and calls in a way