Ignorance

I got back to campus today and outside of Morton Williams was a homeless guy. Nothing unusual there are always homeless people outside Morton. However when I got closer something struck me about this guy that I just can't shake. He was wearing the thinnest jacket in 10 degree weather. He was jumping around trying to stay warm but his jump was... energetic. He was strangely polite and he had this huge grin on his face. Usually when I see a homeless person I feel bad but I tell myself that I'll forget about them in 5 minutes, which I do. After working at the food pantry in high school at observing some homeless people I'd come up with my own generalization that many of them are in the position they are because they deserve it. This sort of karma helped me justify my dismissal of my sadness when I encountered a homeless person. But this guy today... it's been an hour and I can't shake the feeling. I took one bite of a hot pocket and was so overcome with guilt about eating when this guy probably hadn't eaten in god knows how long that I couldn't finish the hot pocket. I realized that I used to want to make a difference in the world. Change individual lives. Now I'm trying to get an internship purely for my own needs. I hope that one day I will make a difference in individual lives. I hope... I don't know why this guy is hitting me so hard. Maybe it's the guilt of the career path I'm pursuing. Maybe it's because I haven't eaten since lunch. Maybe it's because I just got back from sunny carefree Aruba. Maybe. I hope that after I wake up tomorrow morning the feelings will be dulled. Hopefully... What I would give to be 5 again with out a care in the world.

190

I finally hit 190 on the scale yesterday. Well first I hit 188, and then I decided I could drink two pounds of water. But end result, 190.

On Friday I squated 295x13 giving me a calculated 1rpm of 422. That 405 squat is looking really doable now. I also shoulder pressed 160x7 giving me a calculated 1rpm of 197. So close to 200...

I was doing some creeping online and it turns out Jon's friend is fat, so I no longer feel inferior, but the quest to get big, or what the fuck continues.

Unacceptable

I've had some pretty decent lifts lately.

My calculated 1rpm are:

Squat: 412
Deadlift: 390
Bench: still 296...
Military Press: 195

I went out to celebrate jon's 21st birthday yesterday and he has an asian friend who is bigger than me. Unacceptable. Time to get fucking stacked.

The Big 4 O

Squatted 300x10 today. Felt real solid. That's a calculated 1rpm of 400. FUCK YES. 4 plates would be so legit.

That is definitely a PR.

This one 50 year old guy in the gym kept fucking talking to me. He was like I used to be a trainer for georgia tech, you should do this. Blah, blah, blah. Sure he had some great points and I'm sure he knows his shit, but come on I'm trying to fucking workout. And he just goes and tells me I'm doing the wrong shit. It's okay maybe you're right, maybe you're not leave the me fuck alone. Nope. He just keeps talking and talking and talking. He even went so far as to tell me what to study in school. I tried to be polite and pretend to not hear him cause my music is too loud. Nope this is one persitant mother fucker. Keeps talking to me. On top of all of this talking he accuses me of juicing and when I go no I'm not he shrugs like he doesn't believe me. I got half my workout done before I realized the only way he'd stop talking to me was if I left. So I peaced. This guy was a poster boy for has-beens. I just wish they wouldn't bother me. I could see other people in the gym looking at me like "sucks to be you".

But who gives a shit. 400 calculted 1rpm for my squat. Peace Lex.

Hurricane

So there's a hurricane that's supposed to hit New England tomorrow. Guess I won't be running outside. Sigh shame... On the plus side:
Benched 240x7 (Calculated 1rpm: 296)
Deadlifted 275x11 (Calculated 1rpm: 376)
Shoulder Press 150x7 (Calculated 1rpm: 185)

Squat tomorrow, 300xFailure. Hoping to get 6 reps.

Week 3

The camry is in the shop for the next two days so we got a rental car to drive meanwhile. I remember waking up at 8 am to drive my dad to work this morning pretty pumped to drive a new car. When I saw it was a prius I was even more excited. Who wouldn't be, hybrid, save the earth, that sort of thing. The excitment was short lived. The prius is a huge bitch. It doesn't accelerate for shit. Hell I was on the highway this morning and got bitched by this car.



Okay so maybe the person couldn't have picked the car up, but you get the idea. The prius is for old people and maybe asian drivers. I hate that stereotype but after seeing my mom drive I am forced to accept it may be true.

Last weeks lifts were pretty solid.
Military Press: 145x8 (Probably could've gotten 9 but I hit my chin on the way up which fucked me mentally and momentum wise)
Deadlift: 260x13 (Really fucking easy. I did these slow and with total control.)
Bench: 225x9 (Had a little gas in the tank after. Emphasis on very little. But it wasn't a lift till failure which is encouraging)
Squat: 285x8 (Definitely could've done at the very least one more, but the bar was slipping down my back forcing my shoulder back so I racked it out of fear of eating shit with no spotter.)

I'm excited, this gives me calculated 1RPM of
Military Press: 184
Deadlift: 372
Bench: 292
Squat: 361
Of course I'm aware these are calculated, and that until I actually lift these weights they're not actually my 1rpm and that the higher the reps the less accurate the formula so lets not turn this into a youtube comments section. But still looking at these numbers is real encouraging. Now onto week 3 of the 531. Bring on the heavy weights.

Squats

Squats suck. Period. I need to get back in a cage to squat cause right now I'm not enjoying it at Hayden at all. Still I got 270 for 10 reps, I feel like I'm not breaking 90 though, def in the ball park, but not having a mirror to watch myself in sucks. I did good mornings for the first time in my life and my hamstrings KILL. I feel like I'm on the constant verge of cramping up all the time. I walk around like I've just had a colonoscopy.

Went to Jon's moms new house last night. It is baller. Huge yard, sweet man cave room where I played mario cart naked, Jon just played uncomfortably as I sat there with all my glory. We ate at this bbq place with unlimited fries, beans and other side dishes. The beans were amazing, I destroyed Jon with my farts later that night.

On the way back to boston my bus was an 1.5 hours late, and broke down half way to boston. Transportation has just not been my thing this summer. I really need to run tomorrow. I'll probably do some conditioning whilst (pretentious word) I hit the driving range tomorrow.