Wed., 3/28. 217.2#. Back still pumped from my ill-advised Saturday cray-cray.
Squat: 45x..., 135x8, 225x6, 275x3, 335x5,5,5.
Rev. Hyper: 45x8,8,8,8,8.
Wrist Roller - 20x4,4.
Crispy Pork & eggs, while we binge the rest of Jessica Jones. Damn.
Fri., 3/30. We tear down the kitchen closet, removing several hundred pounds of plaster, making a whole lotta room and exposing the chimney.
Tools required: framing hammer in the right hand, prybar in the left hand, and about half a bottle of Redemption bourbon, applied at intervals.
spinach & cheese samosas with eggs. Yes, the project went so smoothly, we were using the kitchen that night. Boo-yah. I'm counting this as back day.
Sun., 4/01. 220#. Yeah, that's two hangovers and a literal shitload of carbs later.
OHP: 45x..., 95x8, 135x3, 155x5,5,5.
Pullups: 5, 4.5, 2, 2, 1, 1.6.
Wrist Rollers: 30x2,2,2.
Rev. Hyp: 35x12, 45x12,15.
Dips: 10,10,10.
CoC holds x... a bunch, I lost count.
DB Curlz: 20x12,12.
To the garage for conditioning. I invent a totally new thing that no one ever thought of before, I'm certain.
There's a pile of Ironmind sandbags, some 40#, some 50#, some 60#, and one 80# mammajamma.
There's also two ankle-breaker boxes. Um, you know, those wood boxes that you jump on and off of between max rep deadlift sets? whatever those are. put one at each wall, 48' apart.
Load half the bags onto one box, half on the other. Go to the box with the most bags on it (there's always an uneven number - or just pick a box).
Now, clear your mind, and your schedule. You are ready to begin.
1. Pick the bag from the bottom/front of the pile, hork it to your shoulder, and WALK to the other box.
2. When you get to the other box, pick out the bag at the front/bottom of that pile, THEN put down the bag you were carrying at the back/top of that pile. Hork the bottom bag to your shoulder and WALK to the other box. You can't let any bag fall to the floor at any time.
3. Repeat 1-2 until you no longer have thoughts. You are now warmed up. Continue.
4. Keep repeating 1-2 until your father's voice speaks in your head: "You have to learn the value of real hard labor, so you won't skip college." I lasted about 25 minutes. (And yes, I did go to college. Didn't prevent me from doing real labor, though.)
Okay, I could have run with the bags and collapsed after two minutes, but I didn't want to be that guy.
So, sure, these are just sandbag carries. But I call them Summer Jobs. After last weeks' episode of Riverdale though, I should call them Cheryl Blossoms (Dark Betty in the house, yo!).
Crispy pork gets some BBQ sauce, put on toast with cheese on top & broiled. Guac & pickles on the side. Mmmm.