This is the time in my training cycle where I start to complain. I feel much better disliking the peaking stage now that I know Rif doesn't really care for it either. I love lifting between 75-90% of my max. Those weights are fun! Heavy enough to be interesting... light enough to be enjoyable. Above 90% gets oppressive and a little stressful. I have to focus. No joking around. It's work. I am much more interested in having fun.
I am finding myself wanting to take a nap in the middle of the day. I crave lots of fat... not just my treat of corn chips, but big fat; coconut oil, nut butter, fatty cuts of meat, mayonnaise... my energy is low.
The 16kg kettlebell is starting to feel heavy. I get fired up for my workout with the barbell... then my little flame burns out and I am asleep on the couch about an hour after getting home from the gym. Raw Nationals is in 21 days... that means two more squat night and one deadlift workout.
Boo hoo... I am a cry baby! Any whoo here is how it all went down...
~The first single at 270 flew up! It went up easier than the 265. The second two singles went up easy enough... It is still tough to break the floor. I feel like I own 270.
Only deads tonight. I had to train clients until 8:30... Aaron, Shawn, Maura, Vicki and I are going up to visit Aaron and Shawn's parents this weekend. Should be fun.