Evolution

There is just something deep and mental about difficulty. It is about fighting because I can fight very hard.

Today was deadlifts, the lift that contorts the body to its most unholy look. Veins screaming under stretched flesh. Traps holding onto shoulders like hooks in the back of corpses.

335lbs for sets of 6, real slow, thinking about my hamstrings, my stomach tight and rigid.

I am not the strongest, nor the fastest, or the smartest.

I am tough and I am disciplined. I know that the time spent not improving myself is time that I am sacrificing the gift.

I’m reading Brother Iron, Sister Steel, by Dave Draper. Good book with some good routines..

I’m sitting here on my couch drinking my favorite after session shake (whole banana, 1.5 scoops whey, oj, water, ice, little bit of flaxseed, vanilla yogurt). I’m feeling some pain.

Supersets are just my staple these days. I am loving the pump I get, my quads feel like sides of beef. I am walking like a hulking frame. I had to lower myself out of the hack squat machine after my last set, i’ve been shaking for a bit. I ****ing hate training legs, and I love training legs with the same fervor.

Workin with this currently, keeping it fresh

Leg Extensions 4 x 15  

Back Squats ss Hack Squats 4 x 8-12

Walking lunges w/ 35s

Leg Extensions 2 sets, drop set starting at 115 down to 55lbs.. 20-30reps

Love the pain