I started working with 315 and adding one rep a week in July. The goal is 10 reps. Until today, I was not sure that was possible. #6 flew up. My spotter said he thought I had 8 in me. #5 was a little rocky and he tried to grab it. I yelled at him and said, “One more.” I must have been so pissed it gave me a little boost.
September 17th is always a great day for me. I died on a car crash 22 years ago today. I stopped breathing for an estimated seven minutes and was in a coma for three days. My family was told if I lived, I would be in a nursing home the rest of my life. Two things saved my life. God was with me that day and brought me back. Second, the gym. I was in the best shape of my life at the time. I was 199 pounds with a solid “three pack.” I was in a time of my life when I could train daily like a mad man.
Remind us yearly of this. Your lifting then protected you as it has since through lesser stuff. What a motivation for lifting weights. 3 pack then, 700+ club now.
It’s all about the gunz. I wore a muscle shirt to Costco last might and my wife about flipped. Everyone else was wearing jackets. I told her I was plenty warm.
I was sick most of the week. I think I got ahold of some bad food on Tuesday. My gut is still not right. I even called in sick at work for day and half. I can’t recall the last time I called in.
I had zero strength today, so I made it a deload. I figure something is better than nothing. I hope tomorrow will be better.