Oh Yea, Oh Yea.
First fullbody HIT workout for almost a year and it went off without a hitch. I’m talking great workout. Leg extensions into leg curls into uni leg presses into plate pullovers into negative chins into inverted rows into barbell curls into dips into pushups into handstand pushups into shoulder presses(because the handstand pushups went pretty much no where after everything else). 11 exercises, all taken to failure+forced reps, no rest inbetween. I loved it. I’m going to eat, sleep, and breath that session until the next one, which I can’t wait for. On top of that, I did it at a great bodybuilding gym here in Stockholm called Pro Gym. Really great place, great energy, lots of light, good equipment, everything was on point. I’ll be going there again. And maybe if I’m real nice they’ll let me film a session there, or at least take some pics.
Speaking of pics, how is it that I keep seeing the same people on the “new profile pic” section on the homepage of this website? They can’t be changing their profile pics 10x daily like it seems they are. Someone, inform me.
Back to bodybuilding: I’ve put the raw butter back in the diet for the time being. We’ll see how I respond to it. For right now, it feels good, and I’m eating a lot, to be honest. In fact, right now I am consuming a bit more than 1lb of raw ground lamb, a whole hell of a lot of butter, quite a bit of olive oil, and quite a bit of dill, green onion, and ’timjan’(don’t know what it is in english) all mixed together to make a great muscle building meal. I have been eating that 3x daily for the last two days. And after the meal, for desert, I think I’ll go with some flaxseed oil. Got to eat up though, it’s pretty late and if I eat too close to bed I dream like crazy….or I dream crazy. So give me a minute.
Alright I’m done. Anyway, I trained with a new guy today, Robert-and old collegue of mine. Good guy, pushed hard and pushed me hard. I put him through something that Tom Platz put me through when I was working with him-static holds at the end of a set of squats. I pushed him to the brink of failure and then on the last rep I had him count out 10 seconds at the very bottom of the squat-actually about 1 inch out of the pocket, so he was still pressing against the weight. I remember Tom did this to me on the 20th or maybe even the 30th rep of 300 something. I was shaking like a leaf but not ready to disappoint him. I don’t think I did. We got along very well actually, there was a good deal of respect there. And there were a couple of very intense sets done during those few months-I remember curling one time until I was seriously swinging so much that I was more lying down than I was sitting towards the end.
Strangely, letting go of that intensity, the brutal intensity, almost panics me. I feel so defined by it that letting go would feel like I am letting go of my masculintity. Maybe that’s a good reason to let it go. It probably is(I’ve got to separate myself as much as possible from things flimsy reasons for being). And I’ve thought about it and actually done it before. But something draws me back. And I think it’s the fun. It’s the fact, that I really love the experience, and the memory of the experience. And I love perfecting it. I love making it better, making it tougher, pushing harder tomorrow where I didn’t push quite as hard today. For example, I crushed legs today, but back got off slightly easy because I set up one of the stations incorrectly. I didn’t want to interrupt the tempo so I just went with it, but it got under my skin a little bit. And at the end, I didn’t have a tricep exercise handy, so I just skipped it thinking they got enough work already-this was easy to accept at the time as I was heaving for air and my whole body was shaking-more like vibrating.
Anyway, gonna have some flaxseed oil now and chat a while online with the former first lady. Take it easy.
May 21, 2008 at 10:09 am
Man, reading this blog makes me miss working out so bad