I hope everyone enjoyed their Halloween. We spent our with a couple other families trick or treating across base. Kash power treated with a couple of her friends, while Hot Rod enjoyed the simple things in life like the question “why” and scaring people with his HULK mask. It was a quick affair, making sure we were back to the house in time to hand out candy to all the Japanese families who were allowed to partake in the festivities (it was also a great way to secretly get rid of some of our kiddos candy. I mean the stuff rots your teeth and is laced with razor blades and AK 47s!) While the kids did that, we sat around with some of the other parents, enjoyed some beverages, told stories, and watched Letterkenny. After the sugar high, the kids fell asleep and October was over. The focus is now on Thanksgiving and all the food that will be wrecked in a few weeks. Friday was a bore and Saturday the kids had a sleepover. Sunday was becoming lazy, so we kicked into medium gear and made it to the gym.
It was a simple set on Sunday. Sunday is church. Church means deadlifts. Deadlifts are life. Well, mostly. There is also pizza, Kurt Russel, socks with sandals, Reese’s, late night snacks, shorts and long sleeve tee weather and of course love making with the wife. But anyway, onto the boring workout stuff.
I always bring my weight belt to the gym. Whether I am pushing, pulling, or squatting, I keep it handy. It’s a staple. Today though, I wanted to test myself. I wasn’t going to use it. It was a pull day, so deadlifts were on the agenda. I only had a short window while Krissi and the kids in the MOM Gym.*
*The MOM Gym is the worst. They threw a couple treadmills, an elipticle, some dumbbells, maybe a bench (if it isn’t moved back into the main gym) and an arena for your kids to play in. Good idea, with poor execution. It’s like they only expect mom’s to treadmill and lift some light weight. While you should always make the best of what you have, at least give moms some better tools to become the smoking hot cougars’ young men want. Rant over.
I warmed up with 3 rounds of 5 deads at 155 lbs and 5 pullups. The music started to groove with Eminem and Dr. Dre. I began to work up to a heavy three. The last time I deadlifted without a belt, I pulled a single at 365. Today would turn out much different.
I threw 245 on the bar and pulled it for 3 reps. Then is was 335. Then 345. Then 355. Then 365. 365 was as smooth as butter. As I was finishing that set, one of my favorites came across the headphones.
Ooh, baby, I like it raw.
Yeah, baby, I like RAW!
Ooh, baby, I like it raw.
Yeah, baby, I like RAW!
I found it fitting as I added a quarter (25 lb weight for you noobs) to each side of the barbell, totaling 385. I placed my worn chucks under the bar and set my hands. My hips dropped into position as I took a deep breath.
“PULL!” I told myself. One rep down.
“PULL!” Two reps down.
“PULL!” Three reps done.
My body had felt every single one. Those reps weren’t as smooth as butter, but they had me feeling there was more in the tank. I threw on a 5 kilo on each side and pulled 2 reps and then 1 for good measure. The last pulls were at 407 lbs. I was satisfied where I was and moved on to finish the rest of the training. I stripped the bar down to 155 and did some reverse grip barbell rows for 8 reps. I added another 50 lbs and finished with two more sets at 5 reps. Not wanting to be done with barbell rows, I used the regular grip on the bar and busted out 3 set at 5 reps at 227 lbs (all the odd looking lbs come from adding the small, yet solid, 5 kilo weights). I cleaned up the rack, put my weights away and moved over to a bench for some dumbbell rows. The bench I wanted was being used by some shmuck to hold his cell phone and wallet while he did standing EZ bar curls (the same guy had also used the reverse hyper extension as a place to stow his phone and wallet while he was using the smith machine. His actions really chapped my ass that day). It was a simple flat bench I could roll the weight under to the other arm after a set. I decided not to douche it up and settled for a different bench. I snagged a 125 lb dumbbell and went to work, turning out 3 sets of 5 reps for each arm. I wrapped up the gym sesh with a super set of reverse hyper extensions and EZ bar curls at 8 reps each.
I wiped everything down and started to head to the MOM gym. I turned the corner and there was my awesome family with smiles on their faces, ready to roll. It had been a solid day all around. The wife told me the kids argued the entire time while she was working out, so she just turned up her music and kept on keeping, letting the kids figure their life out. We dropped our towels in the bucket, told the gym staff to smell us later and blew that popsicle stand waving our hands in the air like we just didn’t care.
Do Work, Be Rad