Oh, Monday.

I had ZERO interest in my training today when I started. Part of it was that I had decided not to split-jerk this week because of tweaking my shoulder last week and because my wrist is bothering me and I figure I may as well try to go into the competition as NOT banged up as possible. Instead I did 6 sets of 67#x5 strict overhead presses supersetted with inverted rows, which was somewhat challenging but not exciting in the least. Getting up off the floor after each set of inverted rows felt like pulling myself up through molasses.

I was so desperate to get out of the gym sooner rather than later that I changed up the set/rep scheme for my speed bench and dumbbell rows so I ended up doing 5x4 speed bench and 5x8 dumbbell rows. This actually ended up working out really well because I was able to get three sets of speed bench with 105# on the bar, and being able to cleanly get out 4 reps three times in a row makes me feel very confident using that weight as my opener at the comp. This change also worked out nicely because it meant I was doing as many reps and as much weight on my dumbbell rows as the guy working next to me, except he was supersetting his rows with checking out his bicep definition in the mirror, rather than speed-benching. BURNED, RANDOM GYM DUDE!

After finishing up the rest of my accessory work (dumbbell floor presses and rear lateral flys), it was off to my favorite hill in Somerville for HIIT hill sprints. I kept it to 6 as it's not easy going from the gym to hill sprints, and I was both happy to only be doing 6 sprints and also pretty happy that I was able to keep my intensity high through them all. Every time I hill sprint it does get easier and I feel like I recover faster between sprints, which is a pretty neat thing. The human body is a rather amazing piece of work . . .

In other not-at-all-suprising news considering yesterday and today, I AM HELLA SORE, YO.