Gas… I no haz it.

Injury work

• Work Set – Bench Press
  • 45 x 5
  • 45 x 5
  • 95 x 5
  • 115 x 5
  • 135 x 3
  • 155 x 3
  • 185 x 3
  • 205 x 3
  • 225 x 3
• Face Pulls (superset with the bench press warm-up sets)
  • 45 x 15 x 5
• Close-grip Bench Press
  • 135 x 10
  • 135 x 10
  • 135 x 10
  • 135 x 8
  • 135 x 7
• DB Rows
  • 50 x 10
  • 50 x 10
  • 50 x 20

Again, just winging it until I find out what’s up with my injured ankle.

Worked my way up doing triples. It was hard. Close-grips, hard. I realized I forgot to superset my back work, so I opted for a little faster/shorter and did some Kroc-style rows. Grabbed a 50, 10 reps, change hands, 10 reps, 15 seconds rest, another round of 10, then just crank. After 15 reps on one side, I was peeding out; the muscles were fine, but the gas tank needle was on “E”. Ground it out to 20, and felt like I could have done more but told myself “whatever you do here, you gotta still do with the other hand” so I stopped at 20. And boy, trying to do the right hand was killer. 10 reps and I was dying… I was running on less than fumes. The last 5 were pure sloppy willpower. I was spent.

That sucks.

I had no physical nor mental motivation to keep going. And hey, that says a lot when all that’s left is arm work. I mean, what guy willingly skips arm work! 🙂

But no gas. I guess it makes sense… today is CarbNite, so in theory I’m at my lowest point for glycogen/carb reserves. Sessions like today are better for immediately after CarbNite, which is why doing this last week worked so well. Well, I learned something.

In other news….

Tomorrow I get the MRI results. We’ll see what comes of it.

I picked up Paul Carter‘s 3 books. Been following him for a while and really like what he has to say — the powerlifting philosopher, the Socrates of Strength, the Plato of Poundages. His books have been on my “to read” list for a while, and he’s presently having a special/sale on them so no time like now to buy them.

Still feeling frustrated in my fat-loss efforts. The scale isn’t moving, but pictures seem to be telling a different story — but who knows if the camera is lying to me, or I’m lying to myself. Funny thing is as I flipped through Paul’s books, there’s some dietary addressing in there. It would seem I’m on the right track, I just have to keep at it. There are perhaps some things I could do better, and well… once I know what’s up with the ankle, I’ll see what I can do.