Karma must have got me, because i cried at the gym today. I really suck at power cleans, and while having a trainer (the good one) observe my efforts I just started crying. That is what happens when someone is nice. So, I am going to try to be kinder to everyone, no I am going to be kind.
Today's training session went as follows: Squats 1 x 12 x air, 1 x 10 x 45, 1 x 5 x 65, 1 x 5 x 95, 12 hyperextensions trying to wake up my back, 1 x 3 x 115, 2 x 3 x 120, 3 x 3 x 125, 3 x 5 x 115. Power cleans 2 x 5 x 45, this is where the help and the crying happened.
Clean and press 1 x 5 x 45, 1 x 5 x 55, 1 x 3 x 65, 1 x 1 x 75, one fail at 75. Back to power cleans 1 x 1 x 75, 5 x 3 x 75. Power snatch 1 x 5 x 45, overhead squat 1 x 5 x 45, 1 x 5 x 55, 1 x 3 x 65, one fail at 75, 1 x 3 x 70, 3 x 4 x 70.
This session was done fasted other than some orange juice in the morning, after in the locker-room I bonked. I sat on the bench for at least ten minutes just unable to move. On the way home I stopped at Subway where the hottest guy I've seen in a while was in line behind me. Muscular, tattoos, pretty eyes, broken nose, JESUS. It was so hard not to just stare at him moronically.
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