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.

20

I'm fucking old. Today I was at the dentist and for age I had to write 20... Gone are the days where people go "oh you're only 19, but you look so old (and big, at least I like to believe that's what people say)." Now I can see everyone thinking, "yea thats about right."

Went to the beach on my birthday. Waves you would not believe. I'm tempted to say these are the biggest waves I've ever been in, but I tend to romanticise my life. Anyway David taught me how to body surf. Before I'd see people body surf like 2 yards tops, so I thought whats so fun about that? You get some salt water up your nose, you almost drown, all for 2 yards of being tossed and turned? Well when David body surfs his head pokes out at the top of the wave so it's pretty freaking awesome. He also goes like 20 yards. Well he taught me and it turns out it's pretty damn awesome.

I shoulder pressed 135 11 times, calculated 1RPM is 185, deadlifted 245 15 times, calculated 1RPM is 367, benched 215 10 times, calculated 1RPM is 287.

287

Let me write that again, 287. That's 13 pounds away from 300. For my bench. Now I know at high reps the calculated 1rpm is slightly less accurate, but you know what I have to say to that? 287 bitches.

Anyway today Dadgar was at the gym. He was a senior when I was a sophomore and he was always there giving me advice when I first started lifting. He's also the fucking man. For those of you who've seen Strong, the defranco movie, he's alot like deon anderson. Fucking capital C Crazy. His energy is contagous and having him there while I lifted today, I felt like the fucking man and I could do no wrong. So I did no wrong. I even ran 3.5 miles home. Cause I'm the fucking man today. Now in retrospect I have to squat tomorrow but I don't regret any of it. Because I am the fucking man.

531

Hayden switched their whole gym up. They moved the power rack (not cage, we don't have a cage) to this random part of the gym.
Things wrong with this move:
1. The power rack isn't centered on the mirror
2. The mirror is crooked
3. The ground is uneven under the rack
4. I'm spoiled by a cage, I used to just take 2 steps back and then I'd start squatting. Now I need to take 4-5 steps (waste of energy)
All these things cause you to feel just wrong when squatting. Basically this sucks donkey dick.

The leg press sled is to vertical. When I leg press my toes slide up to the front of my shoes resulting in my not pushing directly into the sled (waste of energy) and it hurts my toes, a lot. I no longer can leg press. Good thing the mirrors still kick ass.

Running was also miserable. I did 6 40 meter sprints and wanted to die. Not to mention the 400 meter jog to warm up sucked too.

I'm switching to 531 now because I've gotten the most that I can out of my old workout/I need a change. I'm also listening to music I lifted to like 2 years ago so if you have some awesome lifting songs send them my way.

First day back in Lexington was pretty sweet. I went to Hayden, visited people at the pool, got ANNAS WOOOOOOOOOOOOO with Alec and Greg, then went to Lee's with Greg and David. Then I went to the driving range today with Lee, sliced a few balls but overall I felt pretty good. Lexington never changes. When I went to the pool it was like I had never left. Not sure if this is a good or bad thing but in my early adult life I definitely don't want to be in a place like this. I want to go out and try to make something of myself.

For all of you out there who’ve had a girl nair for you hold onto her and when you’re drunk at night thinking about it GO TO SLEEP. Don’t ever nair, ever. Stick with the buzzer, hell wax before you nair. That shit is the devil. I recently tried at and it burned my dick. Yes you read that right IT BURNED MY PENIS. If you can’t imagine what that would feel like, let me paint you a picture. Imagine a thousand needles being poked into your pubic area, balls, and penis while being dipped in sulfuric acid and somehow before all this happened you already had a really bad sunburn on your dick. Now if you think that’s not so bad, punch yourself in your nuts. That pain is only 1/1000 of the pain you’d feel from nair.