From the archive :
10/20/18
~130pm Hack hack hack. Someone’s probably looking, but what’s it matter? You’re doing your work. Hauck a loogie into the trash can, with a paper towel wipe the sweat off your hands and it’s to the next set. You headbang to R-Swift “Awesome God”, Ozzy’s “I Don’t Wanna Stop”, and a few Madball tracks (“Born Strong” fit so well). Your body temperature is fairly high, the Russian blonde isn’t smiling at you today, and the Portuguese chick may be ignoring you and is talking to another guy. Then the hilariousness (see YouTube, she? smiles and you ask…social freedom is so high now), all in all it’s a crazy one movement back day. Bent over rows 3×5 @ 300lbs looser form, then 5×10 @ 250lbs pretty strict which was messing my near fasted (32oz Powerade and can of Jumex juice nector) self up. I was digging life, putting on a show, maybe solely to myself, and kneeling, spitting, drinking water, pacing, and just in general being the caged animal pulling bent rows.
(Portuguese chick is so corny. Smiles and holds up a peace sign. Likely is just a ditz with zero situational awareness. Only friendly in close proximity?)
~730pm Dinner with old friends (more easily called godparents), he talks to you about God, faith, submission to the Lord. Preaching…that felt so right.
While there I stop a girl that looks like my childhood best friend’s sister. Had to take the shot, it’d been a long radio silence, and I was in the right area. “Hey _, _? College blonde, stop, aren’t you _? No? You’re a doppelganger for my buddy’s sister whom I haven’t seen in about 5 years. You looked too similar for me not to ask.”
10pm You come close to puking by gagging on phlegm. It could be heat, dehydration, stress, the 10 eggs blended with strawberry banana Kefir you’ve just drank, how hard you’ve been training, any or all of it. Multi-whammy.
You’re nude, there’s the full body mirror, and you start to move, (I’ll admit humping the air) bouncing, kicking, hopping…it feels like childhood, joy, spontaneous movement. Oddly you don’t whirl/spin in circles, though the dancing gets the same effect.
The nausea disappears, and turns to huffing. This type of movement wipes out a heavyweight’s gas, but is the most natural thing…children do it. Quickly you realize you don’t need to be huffing, the conscious can completely control breath. To a degree you were purposely huffing at the gym. It got you more in the moment, it got you pushing harder. Amusing yourself with show mode, turning 3×10 into 5×10 with all the headbanging, kneeling, pacing, shaking out the arms, and bouncing that entails.
Just move, and dance, and breathe.
For the moment you’re alive.
The world?
It’s yours.
(jason mraz – i’m yours)
You PT a little differently after all that. Super slow bodyweight squat variations. I’d bet that I could add 50-100lbs to my squat primarily training legs like that.
Enough health from movement.