6/25, went to the wedding, ate a lot of fish, drank some good wine and had the cake. Good fun. No counting or other boring stuff!
6/26, mostly rested, I felt so tired.
6/27: today will be lifts only. I still feel tired.
And now for the colored charts:
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Grey vertical lines are 1 each ~30 days with lighter lines for weeks. Horizontal lines are 1 kg, right scale is in pounds but not exact. Red dots are actual weight readings from the scale, blue line is an average, green ones account for dispersion.update
It was an ominous day. I felt so down that 1h before the session I carbed up a bit. Thought that would help but it did not, so with 10 minutes to go, a coffee was my second try. That was better, so warm up here we go!, despite some sort of discomfort in my left knee. It wasn't until I hit the work weight that I realized the extent of my tiredness. To add some cheap thrill, my knee decided to give out a loud crack at the 3rd rep. Tried to pull myself together somehow, psych me up, but halfway through the second set it was sadly clear the only sensible choice was to give up. Being sensible is not my strong suit, so I put on the belt and did the last two reps. Smooth as breeze! That WAS a GREAT idea.
Wasn't it? Turns out it was not, during the final set my performance literally crumbled and on the last rep I don't know how, my body just went sideways. It occurred to me that something was wrong only because of the screaming from my inner right thigh. For a moment my mind was somewhere else entirely and my body straightened itself up the best it could. As soon as I moved about, my left erector also loudly complained.
This scary moment got me in the right groove. Wrap it up, have some rest, lick the wounds. No wait, it's just a press, let's press a bit now. Warming up was again pretty easy. The first set looked OK too, except I could only do half the last rep and then I noticed the weight on the bar was 1 kilo short of the target. Being the considerate person that I am, the missing kilo was promptly restored and I did two other sets. Not that I ever managed to hit 5 reps in any of them anyway, but I could feel my upper back not being straight enough, and above my left kneecap a slight tingling sensation.
Finally, it was deadlift time. The pain in the back had subsided and even though I thought I wasn't going to make it, the plates went on nonetheless. You know how the story goes by now, warm up is OK then I stamp my face on a stone wall with the work weight in the back seat and no seatbelts. And so it was, 1st rep was good, 2nd half-decent, 3rd my back's all over the place. I focused and concentrated, despite my shoulders feeling like they were going to unscrew themselves and finally pulled and pulled, and behold! my back is OK! it's just the weight isn't collaborating and stays suspended above the ground an inch or so. Defeated, I put it down and called it a day.
No really it was fun. And I only think of it that way because apparently I managed to escape with only collateral damage.