-Sumo Deadlift: 465 x5, x5, x5. No belt.
-Mid shin rack pulls: 620 x2, x2, x2. No belt.
-Lying abs with cable: 70 x10, x10, x8.
-Wide grip pull-down to the front: 180 x6, x6, x6.
Done. Hot today. Next week I need to wear shorts and bring the deadlift socks and baby powder. On the rack pulls my sweat pants were bunching up at the top and it slowed the bar movement down a ton.
Suddenly there are a number of "trainers" in my small town. This week alone I have seen two in the gym helping clients. The bullshit that comes out of their mouths is one of the reasons I got away from this profession and one of the reasons personal training gets a bad name. Neither of these guys knew what they were doing, both looked like shit themselves, and the advice and exercises they had people doing were fucking terrible. Today the "trainer" had a kid squatting, his knees were buckling on him and he was bent way over with a bowed back. Ugh. It is unfortunate that anyone with $200 can get a certificate that labels them a trainer. It is a sick business were ill informed fuck ups get to take people's hard earned money and offer them the promise of being fit and healthy, strong, or a better athlete. Give me a pile of rocks and I could make that kid stronger then this "trainer" was with a gym full of equipment.
On the sunny side, work is going well. Almost a month in and I haven't been screamed at or cursed out by the top dogs. I am pretty happy with that. It is funny how when you put a tie on to go to work, people who normally put their noses up in the air at you want to talk to you and always say "hello". Good thing for me I am a psychopath and I never forget....That was a joke. Maybe. The rumor is my boss likes me, and the only man with more pull then him is the warden, so I am in good company at least. One day I would like to run my own institution. That will require a lot of years, a lot of work, and keeping my nose clean. Good thing I have lifting and I don't spend my off time drinking beer and slapping my wife around. I cant understand the people who spend all night bellied up to a bar. Seems like such a waste of life. Course, they probably can't understand why I beat the shit out of myself for a PR. It takes all kinds.
The EFS seminar is right around the corner and I am stoked. Should be a great fucking time! If we go out, I can be the DD because I am officially on the wagon. Lifting hard on Saturday and Sunday morning kinda threw a wrench into my Saturday night six pack, and I am up at 5 am Monday-Friday, so I guess I have to give it up. It is all good, I will find other things to replace those empty calories. Like Pop Tarts.
Well, I have to make my meals for tomorrow and take my sleeping drugs. Tomorrow it is supposed to be sunny and 77, YEAH! Bring on the global warming!
-Rick
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