Hang clean:
20kg x many
40x4
60x4
80x4
90x4x2
Deadlift:
70x8
110x8
140x8
150x8
I wanted to do a top set at 160 but I felt my thoroughly detrained back tightening up and I didn't want to chance it, given how much time I have to spend these days sitting in airplanes.
Bench:
20kg x 10
60x5
82x5x3 lolol NLP!
Voodoo elbow: I know KStarr's...er...star....has fallen somewhat these days, but his five-way shoulder exercises have been key in my continuing to lift, and the voodoo thing works too. I've had the Rogue bands in my bag for over a year now, but have only used them about five times ever, because tying up my my arm (by myself) is not my idea of a good time. Well, I decided to follow on the momentum after last week's improvements and voodoo'ed my elbow. It immediately felt better, and I got a bit of extra ROM. Not going to complain.....
We had a huge shindig on Saturday in honor of the redhead's departing. Yes, she's leaving the office at the end of the week. Officially it is because the company is expanding fast and it didn't make sense to keep on flying someone out to CA for client meetings, so they're relocating her to Portland Oregon or something like that where she can work from home and remote in daily as needed. Unofficially, she never liked the East Coast (she's from New Mexico or some shit like that) and was already thinking about leaving when Shitbag showed up and made her work life hell. A few weeks later, I arrived, followed shortly by a few other single childless people, all ready to have fun with her, (she calls us her circle of degenerates) but it was too late and the final nail had been inserted. But hey we'll still have Shitbag.
Needless to say, everyone's pretty grumpy about this development. So in response, we all (well, almost all. Shitbag did not show up, surprise surprise) partied our asses off and we knew it was, to quote the retarded species known as homo sapien milennial, "lit" when Red herself took a spill on her heels and twisted an ankle. She cinched it down hard with a bandage though and kept on getting fucked up; obviously there were lots of kids present because we are irresponsible, and one of them, the CEO's toddler daughter, called her "The Castfoot" so that's her name now.
Epilogue: Red spent most of today slapping around in a pair of HR's flipflops because she can't get her swollen and bandaged foot into any shoe she owns, and the Russian guy was of all people hung over still.