Monthly Archives: March 2012

Fuck Being a Hundred Deep

We’re trying to be a million strong.

I couldn’t sleep last night. Lying, unable to sleep on a Thursday night is pretty torturous for me. I lie there knowing every minute I spend tossing and turning pulls me a little farther away from from crushing my PR in the morning. I was lying there for two hours knowing I shouldn’t have had that Apple Blossom when I got home. The fucking sugar kept me awake, impeded my PR. Nothing I can do now, but I’m real pissed that I’ve missed this two weeks in a row. I don’t think I’ve ever been so pissed that I cut a workout short before but I didn’t row today, I wasn’t going to deadlift anyways.

Press: 225 x 0,1,1

Squat: 335 x 2 x 10

Synch-Curls to a marching cadence from Full Metal Jacket.

Lots of labs and a big project to work on of the weekend, probably some quality time with Mr. Painball as well.

Apparently my friends are worried about me being depressed over being alone. I’m fine. I mean, I’ll probably hang myself 2 or 3 times this weekend over my lack of a press PR, but I’ll be good after that.


Cro Magnon with a Crowbar

Nicole: When you two get girlfriends-And, yes, Mark, I do believe that you will find a girl who’s right for you-
Me: I won’t, we’ve gone over this, I’m dying alone. I accept this as the truth, why can’t you?
Michelle: Yeah, me too.
Me: Loneliness club.
*High five*

Yeah, it’s fine.

Man, I don’t give a fuck about her music either. She rips half of her shit from Kendrick Lamar in the first place. I meant, how does SHE make YOU feel? (imagine ‘feel’ in italics and underlined)

How am I supposed to feel? She just seems like another stupid spoiled brat that shares her senses of false entitlement and lack of responsibility with the majority of the rest of my generation. I mean, she’s pretty attractive purely in terms of her appearance, but she just seems like a slightly toned down Kreayshawn (or however you spell her name).

I have a midterm tonight that I’m not too excited about. It’s on electric circuits which I fucking hate. I’m hoping to pull at least a 70 on it, but we gon’ see. After that midterms are over and I get to look forward to Skyrim class (My friends’ lecture I go to every week and play Skyrim in) and some sort of games night at the National Society of Black Engineers (I know right), both of which should help me relax a bit.

I can’t get through one whole fucking day without one of my lifters/friends pointing out TGWTHTKIE in the caf/halls/where ever, I don’t even think she’s that big of a deal, but it’s a it’s still a good reminder of the general direction of my social life.

Snatch: 160 x 5, 165 x 5
Really pressed out R.9 on the right side, very slightly on 2 other reps. My catches could be better.

Klokov comples: 175 x 5
Still fun. Last Jerk could have been cleaner.

Curl: 135 x 2 x 4

I Shoot Soon as I get in Like I’m J.R. Smith

first of all, i miss you, faggot. second of all, how does iggy azalea make you feel? i know youre Canadian but, Australian, it’s all the same.

I miss you too, you need to get back on facebook, the threads are somewhat anticlimactic without you.
I looked up some of her stuff, not really feeling it. This, this and this are the kinds of things I’ve been listening to.

So on Saturday I had to go to the dentist to get a couple cavities filled and a couple others replaced. This, of course, meant after I left most of my mouth was completely ‘frozen’ about an hour later I was eating and ended up tearing part of my lip all to shit, it hurts like a mother fucker and is swollen to shit. It pretty fucking lame and I feel like a total retard for not noticing I was eating my own fucking mouth.

Caught some sort of cold and contemplated just staying home today, but I figured I kinda have to go and coach, and at that point I’m already at school, so whatever.

Squat: 335 x 10
Felt okay, they were pretty easy but I was drained as fuck afterwards.

Press: 175 x 8 x 3
It was fine.

Chins: +65 x 5,5,7
Pretty decent.

Feel quite a bit better than when I woke up, I probably wouldn’t had I not got 9.5h of sleep last night.

I Let Hammers Go

Like I’m finna leave a wood shop.

Since my friend first pointed out the girl who’s too hot to notice I exist on Monday I’ve seen her like 27 times, she probably still hasn’t seen me. It’s fine, it’s a nice reminder of my lack of self esteem.

I’m really looking forward to my weekend of studying electric circuits, which I fucking hate, it’s the most boring, overly complicated, frustrating shit in the world. At least two of my classes are now over so I have more time to study.

Yesterday in Skyrim class (The title I have given my friends’ lecture I attend every Thursday to play Skyrim) I killed 3 fire dragons in about 40 minutes, it was pretty sweet, but it would have been better if I had some shouts to unlock.

Squat: 315 x 2 x 10
Felt okay.

Bench 297.5 x 3
Mmmmmmmm Yelled “LIGHTWORK” at the top of the third.

Couldn’t deadlift, not happy about that, I think I have a date with my lacrosse ball tonight.

Kroc row: 130 x 2 x 10

Synch curls (5 of us):
I want to see how graphic my cadences can get before someone complains.

It’s Turbo Time

There currently exists a video of me in Tank top and Aviators with my friend asking “Mark, what time is it?” and me responding “It’s Turbo time” in the Arnold voice. It’s not on the internet yet as far as I know.

Looks like my snatch isn’t going to keep growing as fast as I had hoped. It’s fine, though, I’ll be squatting and pulling normally soon, which more than makes up for that.

Not much else has happened, I dunno.

Snatch: 165 x 5, 155 x 5
Pressed out 2 of the 165s, then Clarked 165 twice, moved to 155, chrushed ’em

Klokov Complex: 175 x 5
Can’t remember if I did 5 or 6, whatever, they’re real fun

Curl: 135 x 2 x 3
I boast the biggest, boldest, brolic, biceps, bitches.

“She’s too Hot to Notice I exist.”

My response to my friend telling me to smile at and/or talk to the stunningly pretty girl we saw in the gym today. I then told him at regular conversation volume as I walked to the other side of the ‘stretching area’ (So we were on opposite sides of it) That I already accept that I’m dying alone and it’s fine so why bother trying to fuck with fate. It’s fine.

Physio woman said I’m mostly recovered this morning and to start gradually moving my program back to what it’s supposed to be. That has me pretty excited, I intend to compete at a PL meet in August, and I’m thinking about doing a Strongman comp at some point this year, just because they’re so fucking awesome and I want to press logs and lift stones and flip tires.

Apparently Joseph KONY was caught masturbating in public while dtunk as fuuuuuuuuuuu, which doesn’t make any sense because the guy has thousands of sex slaves so why the fuck would he do that shit himself? I dunno, the whole thing is really weird, maybe he should be stopped after all if he’s that unstable.

Squat: 315 x 10
I’ll do two sets on Friday. Still way more than Carnivroar.

Bench: 250 x 8 x 3
Bar path could have been better on a few of these.

Chins: 70 x 5,5,6
Could have been easier.

Brb, sweating like a retard because I didn’t wear tank top/shorts.

You’re Screaming “Over my Dead Body”

Like it’s not a possibility.

In case the meaning of yesterday’s title wasn’t obvious, it means that you need to let your passion overcome any hesitance you have to let your feelings out when they need to be spoken. When I heard Soul Khan speak those words it stood the fuck out and it’s something I need to work towards, that’s my goal for the year aside from lifting stuff. I need to learn to be able to express my emotions instead of sitting around all quiet and nervous.

Synchronized DB curls are hella-fun, the cadence went something along the lines of:
1 and 2 and 1 and 2 and suck my dick(shoutout to Justin) and Dayton licks penis and Luke is a labia.

We were all laughing pretty hard by the end of the set.

Press: 225 x 2,1,0,1
I was supposed to get 3. I’m really fucking stubborn. Slept 6 hours last night because I’m retarded and insisted on watching The Office and 30 Rock instead of going to sleep when I fucking should have.

Squat: 265 x 20

Deadlift: 435 x 5
Kinda tough

Didn’t feel like rowing
TGUs: 55 x 1 x 2
These are always fun

Lion in my heart eating the frog in my throat 2012.

I Want the Lion in Your Heart to Eat the Frog in Your Throat

Coming at you live from Tuesday:
Took a quick inventory of my life last night and I’m in a pretty good place right now. I’m doing pretty good in school, 90 on two of my midterms, 80 on another one, I’m getting over my injury and am on schedule  to be pulling 5 plates again within a month or two, which has me all kinds of excited. I have more friends, and by that I mean people I actually like, enjoy talking to on a pretty regular basis and trust to some degree than I’ve ever had in my life. My S&C club is great, if no one else joined just training with the 3 people I currently train every Mon/Wed/Fri with from now on would be more than worth the effort I put in it, but the fact that it has a pretty big potential to grow over the next week or so is even better. Besides all that, it’s a fucking beautiful day and I’m just in a generally good mood. I’ll keep on enjoying this new Soul Khan EP that goes perfectly with the weather we’re having.

Interview was pretty cool. Didn’t sleep as well as I could have last night. Thinking about someone. It’s fine.

Snatch: 160 x 5 x 1, 165 x 5 x 1
Could have been cleaner.

Klokov Complex:
175 x 5 x 1

Curls: 110 x 3 x 8
I dunno.

Met a guy who snatches and C&J’s pretty good, he gave me a few tips so we were working on a few things before the curls. I was pretty exhausted.

I Preach Peace, but Speak Violent

And that may seem childish, but that’s just me stylin’

Found this on my facebook wall yesterday:
my name is mark
i like to bark
and even sometimes
i sit in the dark

when i’m awaken
i like to eat bacon
it’s all for me
do not be mistaken

in my spare time i like to lift
it truly is a special gift
but one thing i’ll never admit,
i always train to taylor swift

to be continued.

For the record I do not train to Taylor Swift, I train to this, but I am proud of Nicole for saying ‘train’ and not work out.

Carlos says:
that’s quite the snatch, Mark, congrats. Your bench isn’t bad, actually it seems more or less in line with the rest of your lifts. It also seems that the bench takes time to build up.

Gracias my Mexican amigo. I know my bench doesn’t suck, but it just feels like it’s holding me back. Dimming my shine.

Maclain says:
Your methods of “getting in the zone” are pretty similar to my own. Before a big PR attempt I’m often nervous specifically of the disappointment I’ll feel in myself if I miss it.

Good to hear, I’ll save a rope for you when I get to the Gallows.

More trolling my boss this weekend, also myself a TV. It’s 42″ which is slightly obnoxious for my bedroom, which means I love it. I also love that it’s hanging on my wall pointed directly at my bed and I especially love that I can output 1080p from my Laptop to it.

Squat: 255 x 20
Low bar, felt it at lockout, either positioned my belt wrong or I was bloated, either way I puked a tiny bit in my mouth 3 or 4 times.

Press: 180 x 8 x 3
It was alright. Gonna film 225 x 3 on Friday and consult my friends about what the Haiku I’m gonna recite at the top of rep 3 should be about.

Chins: +65 x 5,5,8
Felt good.

Had a TON of fun in the gym today with my lifters between goofing off in between sets and getting work done, I’m really enjoying the S&C club, which brings me to some pretty cool news: someone from the school paper contacted me and wants to write an article about us. Dunno what color speedo I should wear to the interview.

Anger is a Gift.

After the points Carlos made about how he ‘gets into the zone’ I’ve started to realize how I do myself.

I know Stroup thinks about people stronger than him, I remember Justin saying one of the guys from the site thinks of really depressing shit. I’ve realized my method is far more centered around me. I measure some, not all, but a good portion, of my self worth as a man on making my lifts. It’s not a matter of the numbers I can/can’t put up, or a matter of beating everyone else, but I, in my head, put my status as a man on the line on my PR attempts. I feel like it’s dependent on my ability to prove to myself that I’m better than I was last time, that I’m working toward something, that I’m paying my dues. If I’m not working towards something, accomplishing something, pushing my self to a to be more than I once was, I’m just masturbating. This would then explain, then emotional distress created when I miss my PRs. (Aside from bench, I’ve for some pathetic reason accepted that it’s just a long boring road for me to get to a mediocre bench) when I don’t make my Squats or Deads I feel like less of a man than I was when I woke up, I feel like I’m not as good, not as much of a man as I was when I made my PR last week. This is probably horrible for me from a psychological standpoint, but I guess that’s just who I am.

On a lighter note, this thread is even better than the last one, and would have been even better than it is had Michelle not RUINED it.

Bench: 297.5 x 3X
Missed at about 90 degrees on the third. Could have slept more last night.

Squat: 245 x 20
High bar.

Kroc Rows: 130 x 2 x 10
They were alright.

Snatch: 175lb
15lb PR. “It may not have been pretty, it may not have been 3 white lights, but it went up.”

Deadlift: 405 x 5
Could have DOH’d if my grip wasn’t exhausted from kroc rows,  Didn’t feel these in my tear any more than the Squats, both squats and deads it’s only at lockout, now.