Felt a bit sh@gged out before Friday legs and for the first time was feeling a bit of joint pain in the knees and back. Wore my sexy knee-oprene sleeves -which didn't help with the workload.
Leg ext.
I still hate this machine with a passion as it just sets my legs on FIRE from the get-go. I am convinced none of the others can be feeling the same searing flames.
This assumption largely based on the fact they do their reps without crying.
Did a bit better than last week with reps down to the full stack and then the double dropset on 70-ish kg.
Ouch.
Front squats
Still not completely comfortable with these mainly due to the choking sensation. This didn't seem to save me from suggestions that I 'go for a bit more' so managed something like
60kg x 12
90kg x 8
and then MadJack-Jackman suggests I have plenty of strength left
anyhow let him talk me into
100kg x 5
PB
I could've possibly managed a few more but it was feckin throttling me
..and so to back squats where last week's heroic 2 x 12 on 110 had left us plotting an assault on 120.
Gulp.
60 x plenty
90 x some
110 x easy 8 (Jackman moans of 'heavy' - I sense victory)
Wrong.
Jackman first into bat on 120 and is powering along for the first 6, puffing along for the next 4 and then puffing and blowing at 10+. I stepped behind in case he needs any spotting but the crazy fool just keeps pounding them out, makes 12 but does not rack the bar.
Oh f*ck.
Overtime.
Bursts himself for 3 more.
15!!!!
I am not doing 15 reps on anything let alone 120. Might push me to 10+ I am thinking. After the first 6 I am not thinking that. Dig in and try to get 10. Manage to creak up to 10. At which point fight intense desire to rack the bar and think "..two more would make up the twelve." Down we go again. And again. Twelve done. At which point monkeys are leaping around behind screaming about 'breathing' and 'one more' and the like, I'm suffering oxygen deprivation and therefore open to suggestion so I try one more.
And another one after that.
Not much point stopping at 14 so down I go again.
When I don't resurface, search parties are launched and young Michael steps in with a timely nudge.
120 x 15 PB Massive high-five opportunity
...missed -due to jedi
crawling grovelling round on the floor.