So after being hurt 4 weeks ago, still sore, still in pain a lot of times I needed to start to test the waters of getting back to working out. If I said I missed it, that really wouldn’t be doing it justice.
I was going to help Jake clean up the gym a bit and thought we should at least work out some… Lets try the bench.
Workout of the Day
Find your 1 rep max.
Find your 1 rep max.
225 As many as Possible
135 As many as Possible
45 As Many as Possible
10 Wall Balls
It started out on the bench and we were chatting and lifting, and it was going pretty well.
We got kinda heavy and were able to complete a set or two… Then I had an idea…
NO breaking at all 225 until fail 135 until fail 45 until fail…. This sounded awesome… until we did it. Ever seen two dude that can bench over 300 failing to push up a 45lb bar, well you would have if you were there… Jake of course went second and DID beat me… Lets be honest, he’s stronger. I did 14 then 9 then 21, I think jake did 17 14 26.
Then after that I as testing things out on how it felt and decided we should do a workout. Look above for that workout. Well. I won’t say I did a great job, because I didn’t. But I learned a few things about myself in this workout.
After the first row I felt pretty good. Then I hit the pullup bar. On the way there I thought lets be aggressive, one set of 10. Then I thought nah, two sets of five, I mean its been awhile. Did one pull-up… Did two pull-ups… let go of bar and was SHOCKED that I couldn’t bust any out. And wow they were hard. Push-ups in sets of 10 are fine, no worries there. Wall Balls weren’t my best, that squat has me nervous a bit. But I get em (I did use a lighter wall ball) and I do them all pretty easy.
I’ve never quit a workout, no matter how hard no matter how shitty, I’ve just never quit. I’ve been in some bad places in my head during workouts, usually ones that include over head squats. But I still have never quit. At 14:48 3 pullups into my third round, I wanted to quit. Now I’ve said that before many times, but this time was different. I was dizzy, I was in pain and I was about to throw up, everywhere. I told jake I was going to stop, I said I’m done and walked over to the door. Thought I should throw up outside.
Jake was dealing with his own personal hell that is 1) coming back from a bad injury with his leg. 2) coming back from a serious influenza sickness that had him down for 2 weeks. He was coughing, he was struggling, I felt so bad for him, but I was in my own bad way.
I went and collapsed by the door, head spinning, sweat collecting in my eye sockets, those little stary things around the lights in the ceiling. To say I was tired would not be accurate. Then I remembered this feeling, I remembered how much I needed this feeling, how much I had missed it. When I was on the couch days two and three (well all the way to seven really) I remember thinking just let me get back, let me lift something, let me sweat… The clock is still going.
I picked myself up and went back at this dam thing, it wasn’t over yet what was I doing laying down. I finished those dam pullups pushed out the push-ups and wall balled the shit outta that wall and ball. I got on that rower with all the confidence in the world. Sure I had 60 seconds and I knew I wasn’t going to finish it, and I was a bit slow getting my feet strapped in but I got 125M in with the 40 some seconds I had by the time I started rowing. Not only that I rowed up to 250 and stopped.
Oh hello there ceiling, I haven’t seen you in awhile. Nice to see you again. Really missed you.
Jake thanks for the text, you have no idea how much it meant to me, and just how much I needed it. And for those of you that I do workout with, the BP’s, the Kari’s, The Whitneys, The Brents, the occasional Pats and of course the original … Jake. And the other 20 or more people that I didn’t mention… Thanks for putting up with my shit, thanks for being supportive, thanks for pushing me beyond what I thought my own capabilities are. Thanks for lifting weights off my chest, standing behind me when I squat, telling me when a lift is ugly, helping me fix stuff. Telling me to relax when I’m tense trying to do double unders. Going to the gym with me and being excited and having energy. Thanks for letting me try to motivate you, in turn motivating myself. Thanks for working out with me.
My Score 3rds + 125M