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.