….is a gift.
Had a crappy day in the gym. I was PT-less but should have been ok. The target was ….
I checked video of what felt like ass-to-grass 135%…. And it was barely parallel. I worked up anyway . 140 and 145 were about the same. I finished with the triples and consoled myself that while my depth wasn’t cutting it, that I had done the work and it would at least contribute to improvement.
I told JW the same. He wanted to know why I had not backed off on the weight and focused on depth. 😦
And its cause I didn’t have depth anyway….
So if I feel good tomorrow…. I’ll go in and just do something light… But hang out at the bottom. Like me told too.
And that is why I still need a PT.
A guy had what appeared to be a heart attack at the gym today. It was a crazy scene; CPR, defibrillator and the whole 9 yards. I don’t know what to say,…. this blog has been a diary to log my progress and cheer myself on. I don’t feel cheery. Life is so short, and I am (arguably) more than 1/2 way through it. Suddenly, I feel fragile.