harddeck242’s BodyBlog

OMG this is exactly what I’ve been waiting for.  Hammered my back and chest yesterday and my back feels like it’s about to fall off.

BB rows, 1-arm dumbbell rows, lat pulldowns, hammer pulldowns, with a deadlift finisher.  Love it!

One of my female colleagues just offered me a strawberry gummy candy.  I said no thank you to which she replied "But it’s fat free!"

There’s a lovely birthday berry pound cake in the kitchen and 3 blocks of chocolate sitting on the desk behind me so instead of taking to ANY of it I decided to write this bodyblog post instead.

And then go get a glass of skim milk.  And maybe a can of tuna.

with new program.

Holy crap - I’m spent.  This entire week has been the PERFECT beginning to getting back into the momentum I left behind about a year ago.  Weights cardio weights cardio.  I have an image in my head and it’s not gonna get away from me

Oh man - I’m sitting here on like, my 3rd day after writing my new weights program out line-by-line, rep by rep. Is that too anal? I need to walk in there knowing what I’m going to do otherwise I’ll waffle and get nothing accomplished.

Anyway I’m going nuts because I was meant to do Monday bi-tri’s, Tuesday Chest- back, Wednesday boxing, Thursday shoulders -legs, Friday 45 mins cardio but what happened is that I got an offer to go do cardio with a mate on Tuesday and then boxing this morning left me NO weights for two days.  Which is good, don’t get me wrong it’s just that i’m SO PUMPED about starting this new routine that I’m going nuts with anticipation.

It’ll be so f-ing hard and I’m looking forward to maxing it out so much that I want to do everything I can to put it out of my mind until tomorrow morning.

But I can’t.  I want to do it NOW.  I want to feel the failure of that 15th rep NOW.  I’M READY

I’ve found myself thinking very strange thoughts.  Maybe it’s a product of finally realising that if I want real results I have to give myself real expectations but over the past two weeks I’ve been thinking about all my new goals and I feel like Veruca Salt.

"I want it now!"

In the 3 years I’ve been doing this I’ve not ever thought "I want it now!". Yet here I sit, obsessing over how to meet my goals faster.  I ran a timed mile today and almost threw up.  I’ve never cared about a timed mile.  Ever.

I’ve run plenty of 5 and 15k’s just for fun but you know, 9 minute miles are pretty near to what I’d call leisurely. I’m sick of running leisurely.  I finished my 14k run in August and when i finished i thought, "i’ve still got some in the tank".

I’m sick of working out leisurely.  I’m sick of looking at my workout charts, thinking "I’ve done a thousand reps this month for all different body parts and, for what?"

What have I gained?  For so long I just thought, patience.  Just keep doing the reps and it’ll come but now that I’ve got an image in my mind i feel possessed.  Always preoccupied and just a little bit loopy with the thought of turning up to the gym one morning and know that I’m gonna walk out in an hour and a half feeling like I’ve taken it to a new level.

I’m ready to take it to a new level.

OK - started a new 12 week sched today that should see me trim in the right parts and pumped in the others before the silly season starts.

18% b/f at my measurement last week which is neither here nor there really since it’s only a number.  I’d be happy if it was lower but I know it’s a consequence of my deciding to take 4 months off over winter.

So, my new trick is to schedule the bodypart that i LOVE for a Monday. That way when i rock up to the gym on Monday i can’t help but be excited about it. That, and i know that if i blow it off I’ll not have worked my favorite part (very strict order and any swapping or skipping makes me have to re-arrange the whole week).

Blasted my bi’s this morning and went for a run at lunch which is helping me confirm that my knee injury is behind me. Patellar tracking disorder is apparently what i had and, you know, while at the time it seemed career ending (not having had much experience with injury) but a year and 2 months on and it’s like it never happened.  That feeling of running like I can’t go any faster and my lungs are gonna pop is indescribable.  I missed it like crazy and went a little depressed when i couldn’t have it to tell you the truth.  My running suffered, my mental state suffered, and my body shape suffered.  I wasn’t doing ANYTHING.  I was being a little melodramatic.

But I’m getting harder and faster and life is great. Fit is not a feeling, it’s a fact.

Either I am or I am not.  And I choose Am.

3 day split with two body parts each day. Then pick one mid-range exercise for each of those two body parts (2 total) and at the end of the session do a 10×10 for those two only as "finishers"

Oh it burns!!