>The Dane of Pain is in my brain.
Max V02 Protocol for Saturday, 7 September, 1000AM. It was humid, it stormed all night, and I was sweating before I even woke up. I remembered what Marty wrote in The Primitive, that he enjoys training in sauna like conditions, as he feels his muscularity and joints getting lubed up as the workout goes on. It motivated the heck out of me, as I am so stinking tight every morning, that I am actually afraid to workout in the wee hours, fearing that a neck or subscapular injury is right around the corner. Instead, the heat and humidity did aid in working me open, and I hit a full 30 sets of the protocol, the final 16 with the coveted 20kg. . .
Set #-Hand-Heart Rate in BPM
5-R-NOT RECORDED [NR]
Switch to 20kg to elevate HR and test the waters. . .
And for the Commandant, and the fallen, and the heroes of our past, I snatched the 20kg 25 reps left, 15 right, and then went to work. I nailed push ups all day at the store in sets of 10. I believe I hit around 22 sets. I took home some serious chow that night for the next day, and last night, at 230AM when I got home from work, I cooked up some Warrior Fuel.
Steamed-Mushrooms, Zucchini, Onions, green/red/yellow peppers
Grilled-10 ounces of wild caught Mahi Mahi steak, no seasoning, just ocean flavor.
Roasted cauliflower, zucchini and yellow squash.
I mixed the roasted gear with Trader Joe’s Harvest Grains blend [small serving of orzo, radish seeds, and other stuff], and made a Gorgonzola cheese sauce that was just ridiculously good. I also ate a large serving of raw almonds, a large serving of roasted, salted Pepitas [seeds], and some bittersweet Belgian chocolate that I warmed up and cut into small squares and ate in tandem with some black mission figs. When that was done, I ate a bowl of Kashi cereal from my roommates stash, as I could not get enough chow yesterday! Honestly, I was starving, but wait until you see my workout and you will know why. . . Needless to say, I feel amazing today.
At the club yesterday I used the electronic scale as well as the bio-impedance body fat measurement [all one unit]. I also weighed myself on the ‘doctor’s scale’ in the locker room, and took comparative notes. Though I took circumference measurements yesterday at the gym, and they listed my waist as having grown one inch since the last set of measurements, I am not freaking. From what I can see and what people tell me, I am ripped and look happy, two important factors to both my future and my students’ transformation. A girl at Trader Joe’s actually asked to touch me butt. She said she had been watching me since I started working there and could not contain her enthusiasm anymore. This girl is a homosexual, which added to my joy in my gluteal achievements. She doesn’t even like men, but just had to touch the booty. That, my friends, is Hard Style.
Scale weight 227 lbs.
Electronic device measurements, 228.6 pounds, and 7.5% body-fat. That may be inaccurate, but it is accurate unto itself. Whatever tools helps me stay off the well traveled path of the self-saboteur, and on the road to the kingdom of simple treasures will stay in the rotation, no matter how ‘metro’ they may be. Check out my lift yesterday! And remember, I do not strive for crazy poundage anymore, it is always, and always has been, about perfect form. Now I bail when it gets too tough on my neck/shoulders.
1 set of 5 tactical pull ups.
Barbell clean and press, from the floor 135 x 3, 145 x 3 [easy, tiger] 135 x 2 more sets of 3.
See Saw Press 24kg x 3 sets of 5 reps [these felt amazing].
This was horrible, I grabbed a 24kg and went for-
20 seconds of swings, 10 seconds of milk-shaking, for 10 sets. Tabata, modified.
I scared half of the Philly Sports Club away. I looked like an inmate among visitors on the dance floor. I was fully representing with Cross Country kettlebell gear. My head-wear was a black skull beanie that advertised Firebellz [536 Jefferson St., Albuquerque], and my t-shirt was from the arsenal of RKC Camp Pendleton graduate Charlie Bergeron, USMC vet and R.I. State Trooper. The t-shirt bore the logo for Body Armor, Johnston, Rhode Island’s premier Hard Style training facility.
So that’s what my weekend was all about! Gay women grabbing my arse, barbells going up overhead, 93% humidity training sessions, massive rainstorms, power outages, training clients again, eating Gorgonzola cheese, drinking coffee at all hours, working to be better at fewer things [which makes all things more accessible, oddly enough], and watching the Eagles get a W. A Big W.
Oscar, uniform, tango.