Once upon a time I was a 235 pound up and comer…I was getting stronger and starting to move some respectable weight. I had been at this pursuit for a number of years, and was finally starting to feel like I had learned some things. Then life happened.
When I left Seattle I was preparing for the State Championships in March. I was about 226 and ready to put up a 1400-plus raw total. But for a number of reasons, I knew I had to leave my life there behind and start fresh. So I threw most of what I owned into my car and trekked across the country to Richmond, Va, where I now find myself.
I took the Virginia bar exam a week and a half ago, and the MPRE this morning. (I practiced law in Washington state for two years.) This afternoon was my first day in the gym in over two months. I had not previously gone more than two weeks without lifting weights since I was sixteen.
Today in the gym, I weighed 185. I was weaker than I have been in years, but that’s not the point. It’s about the journey…a lot has changed for me, but my love for straining against the iron never will. It was a lot of fun.
I have chosen a very simple approach to get me to where I want to be. My goals are different from what they have been in the past, but the effort must be the same. I want to keep my bodyfat low, in the single-digits (this is what I consider low,) I want to be able to run, jump, and be a good athlete. But I still want to be cock strong. Can it be done?
My approach right now is the 5/3/1 that everyone is raving about. It’s very similar to how I’ve trained before, and I like the psychology and simplicity of it.
Without further adieu:
Kept the rest periods fairly short. This would have had me beet red and gasping for air before, but I barely broke a sweat and was not breathing hard at all. I am actually really looking forward to the immense soreness that is sure to hit tomorrow. Basic, simple, fun stuff. And don’t any of you donkeys make fun of my numbers!