"Am I or are the others crazy?" - Albert Einstein
Training this week:
Wednesday
Bench Press 212.5 lbs. 3 x 5, 1 x 4, 1 x 5
EZ Bar Curls 100 lbs. 1 x 5, 1 x 3, 2 x 5, 1 x 3.5; 105 lbs. 1 x 1; 115 lbs. 1 x 1
Thursday
Back Squat 305 lbs. 1 x 6
Overhead Press 135 lbs. 1 x 5, 140 lbs. 2 x 5, 145 lbs. 1 x 5, 147.5 lbs. 1 x 4.5, 135 lbs. 1 x 5
Bar Hangs 1 x 50s
Friday
Bent Over Row 185 lbs. 5 x 5
Deadlift 310 lbs. 1 x 5
Close-Grip Bench Press 195 lbs. 5 x 5
I think that even though I got only 4 x 5 and 1 x 4 on the bench press (I missed that last, fifth rep on the fourth set), I'll bump it up to 215 lbs. next session. To quote Arnold Schwarzenegger again, "You must become obsessed with adding weight to the bar!" I was surprised to get a 50s bar hang on Thursday. If I keep at it, I'll be on to the next step, soon turning that "shotgun muscle" into "artillery cannons." It felt very satisfying to nail those reps on the close-grip bench press.
Believe it or not, I almost got in a fight coming off the bus on Friday. There was a guy on there on the phone talking very angrily (he may have been on drugs), and when I got off, he followed behind me and went, "Why are you walkin' away?" I wanted to turn around and throw a few punches, but I determined that something so trivial was not worthy of getting into a fight over, and I just kept on walking and lost him. Some guys, even though they appear to be stupid, can still be pretty tough I've learned. Were I to have fought, I could have gone to jail or even lost me life.
Just say "no" to violence. It's never worth it. So what about last night's dreams? There's an old guy I used to see when I'd walk into Walmart. And last night I dreamt that he mysteriously disappeared without a trace, and that this other guy I've seen had a guilty smirk on his face, as if he were responsible for the disappearance, yet no one seemed to notice.
I also dreamt something about a certain something which I will not go into detail about here (okay, here's what it was: I was lying in bed with my clothes off measuring the extended length of my p3n0rz, oddly enough). Weird, huh? What else? I talk to the people in the home here some. I feel pretty good about myself today.
There's one guy who hears voices. I don't "hear voices," per say, but there are times I'll hear distracting dialogue and need to remind myself that it's not real--it's just a voice--and that it's all in my head. Then I'll refocus and it'll go away. There's a really skinny dude here (a pencil neck, a "maggot") who was making conjecture on what would happen if he and I got into a fight. He said that it'd be him on top of me and that he'd probably kill me.
Well, little does he know (actually, it might have come up before in one of our conversations), besides some other martial arts I've practiced, I know wrestling, which is also considered a martial art in the present day now. And according to the "experts" on modern-day MMA, wrestling is the superior martial art to all others, hands down. I think I could take the guy down and pound the snot out of him! I've done it before to other people.
But here's the thing: I don't think (or at least I hope) that he'll ever try me, as he knows that I know "something," that being what I know (I forget how I wanted to word that). So my martial arts training has done its job. The ultimate goal of practicing martial arts is to make it so that you don't have to use them. Anyway, the "Warmakers Guild" on GO has been seeing some activity lately. And that's about all the "exciting" things I've had going on in my life to date, at least that I can remember in the present moment.
It's now time for 2:00 coffee again! One more month and I'll be going home for Christmas. "Carpe diem." I'm now going to attempt to seize the day....
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Current Mood: pensive
Current Music: "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider
Wednesday
Bench Press 212.5 lbs. 3 x 5, 1 x 4, 1 x 5
EZ Bar Curls 100 lbs. 1 x 5, 1 x 3, 2 x 5, 1 x 3.5; 105 lbs. 1 x 1; 115 lbs. 1 x 1
Thursday
Back Squat 305 lbs. 1 x 6
Overhead Press 135 lbs. 1 x 5, 140 lbs. 2 x 5, 145 lbs. 1 x 5, 147.5 lbs. 1 x 4.5, 135 lbs. 1 x 5
Bar Hangs 1 x 50s
Friday
Bent Over Row 185 lbs. 5 x 5
Deadlift 310 lbs. 1 x 5
Close-Grip Bench Press 195 lbs. 5 x 5
I think that even though I got only 4 x 5 and 1 x 4 on the bench press (I missed that last, fifth rep on the fourth set), I'll bump it up to 215 lbs. next session. To quote Arnold Schwarzenegger again, "You must become obsessed with adding weight to the bar!" I was surprised to get a 50s bar hang on Thursday. If I keep at it, I'll be on to the next step, soon turning that "shotgun muscle" into "artillery cannons." It felt very satisfying to nail those reps on the close-grip bench press.
Believe it or not, I almost got in a fight coming off the bus on Friday. There was a guy on there on the phone talking very angrily (he may have been on drugs), and when I got off, he followed behind me and went, "Why are you walkin' away?" I wanted to turn around and throw a few punches, but I determined that something so trivial was not worthy of getting into a fight over, and I just kept on walking and lost him. Some guys, even though they appear to be stupid, can still be pretty tough I've learned. Were I to have fought, I could have gone to jail or even lost me life.
Just say "no" to violence. It's never worth it. So what about last night's dreams? There's an old guy I used to see when I'd walk into Walmart. And last night I dreamt that he mysteriously disappeared without a trace, and that this other guy I've seen had a guilty smirk on his face, as if he were responsible for the disappearance, yet no one seemed to notice.
I also dreamt something about a certain something which I will not go into detail about here (okay, here's what it was: I was lying in bed with my clothes off measuring the extended length of my p3n0rz, oddly enough). Weird, huh? What else? I talk to the people in the home here some. I feel pretty good about myself today.
There's one guy who hears voices. I don't "hear voices," per say, but there are times I'll hear distracting dialogue and need to remind myself that it's not real--it's just a voice--and that it's all in my head. Then I'll refocus and it'll go away. There's a really skinny dude here (a pencil neck, a "maggot") who was making conjecture on what would happen if he and I got into a fight. He said that it'd be him on top of me and that he'd probably kill me.
Well, little does he know (actually, it might have come up before in one of our conversations), besides some other martial arts I've practiced, I know wrestling, which is also considered a martial art in the present day now. And according to the "experts" on modern-day MMA, wrestling is the superior martial art to all others, hands down. I think I could take the guy down and pound the snot out of him! I've done it before to other people.
But here's the thing: I don't think (or at least I hope) that he'll ever try me, as he knows that I know "something," that being what I know (I forget how I wanted to word that). So my martial arts training has done its job. The ultimate goal of practicing martial arts is to make it so that you don't have to use them. Anyway, the "Warmakers Guild" on GO has been seeing some activity lately. And that's about all the "exciting" things I've had going on in my life to date, at least that I can remember in the present moment.
It's now time for 2:00 coffee again! One more month and I'll be going home for Christmas. "Carpe diem." I'm now going to attempt to seize the day....
--
Current Mood: pensive
Current Music: "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider