Tied With Myself

     We missed last Friday's training. I hate that we did, but, whatever, I can't go back and change it. We did not, however, miss tonight. Never miss a Monday, or so they say, and I'm glad we didn't because good things happened. Here's what got done:

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FLAT BENCH:

Bar 1.5 reps x10

95lb x8

105lb x5

115lb x3

135lb x1

145lb x1

155lb x1

165lb FAIL

155lb x3/4 (frank had to help the last bit of the way

140lb x3

DECLINE BENCH:

(100lb x8) 5x

DB FLY:

(15lb x12) 3x

DB PULLOVER:

30lb x12

40lb x10

45lb x6

ELLIPTICAL TRAINER:

.5 miles 8:38 minutes

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     My cardio sucks, as evidenced by the appallingly slow half mile that I slogged through on the elliptical. My plan is to add some form of cardio in at the end of each day. I can't do the treadmill but I figure that swapping off between the elliptical and the bike should be a good mix. 

     Now let's talk about that 155lb. I don't often say it, but I am very pleased with that! I've added 10lbs to my 1RM in 6 weeks. I'm officially tied with myself for the most I've ever benched. I think that's pretty damn good and what I think is all that matters. I ate steak for breakfast, steak and veg for lunch, some fruit and yogurt and yes, a sweet treat. I felt fueled, I felt good and it apparently worked. I'm making a concerted effort to at least add more protein into my diet. I'm not giving up my sweet treats, it's just not gonna happen. It's part of my genetic makeup as an Italian-American. I certainly can moderate the sweet things, and limit them, but I'm not cutting them out completely. 

     Seeing this progress makes me feel hopeful that I may actually get myself strong enough to be in next year's powerlifting comp. Remember, this isn't some professional meet. It's a comp put on by the local Y. I'm under no illusions of being on a level that I'm not legitimately on, but I think I'm fairly strong for a chunky old woman. Is that an actual category, do ya think - "Chunky Old Woman"? It should be. 

     Now I'm going to have my nightly cuppa and bask in the glow of progress. The glow is either progress or dried sweat, I'm not honestly sure. I need to add a shower in there before the cuppa.