Dancing with a quarter ton on my back.

Plunging needles into peoples spine, getting no sleep, drinking coffee that tastes like an ashtray, and eating Grade "F" meat... The glorious life of a resident.


Week 2 lifting recap:

Squats:
 Cant find my fucking groove right now... this leads me to dancing and changing stance width through my sets...

A1 235 3x10, 8
A2 235 x 12
B1 185, 135, 135, 135  Fucking mobility.
C1 Occlusion quads 135 2x20
Bugs and birds-
No conditioning.

First time I've actually tried to eat during a session (Zeke bread with some fruit)... Did not go well with my stomach being torqued from this nasty ass protein shake I have had to resort to... Nausea took over and made almost every fucking set of squats  near-puke status.

Thankfully I have 20lbs of Peanutbutter Beef isolate inbound.


Bench:

A1: 185, 185, 205, 205, 205 x 10 reps
A2: 135, 135, 95 x 10

B1: 135, 135, 95 x 12
B2: 4x25

C1: 20, 20, 15.
C2: 20, 20, 20.

Deadlift

315 x 5x10, 8

B1 10 x "3" @ 135

C1: 135 3x12
C2 45 3x20

D1 3x20+ at 135 (testicle crushers)
D2 3x25


These workouts were all brutal and more taxing than I realized... with that said; I'm on nights and sleep deprived...


Deload week before Christmas.

50-55% lifts. Working hard on rehab/prehab/mobility.
Just finished that up as well...  Feeling pretty good overall.  Still HATE night shifts and I'm getting a nasty ass cold (thanks Adalyn!)...

--- Seriously, This kid gets me sick all the damn time... She's lucky she's so damn cute.

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Working on my birthday, nobody in my city has power because of a monster ice storm.  The rats are all scurrying to the hospital for warmth and shelter under the guise of illness.  Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!...