February 28, 2011
This weekend’s training session at Cal Strength went well. I smoked a 140kg. snatch like it was cake batter, had a few close misses at 145 and took a few downsets. Glenn helped me re-work some of my clean technique, no notable lifts were made, but it feels a lot better. Also finished up with a 180kg. Front squat.
Snatch: these felt as slow as molasses today. Hit a 120, missed a 130 and moved on.
Clean and jerks: after stretching out my shoulders for about a 1/2 hour I was able to widen out my stance and my grip significantly. The start from the ground feels a lot more comfortable and powerful. Again, no notable weights were lifted, but I am very confident that a decent total is in the works.
Squats: Hit a 220 and it felt easy. Decided to go to 232.5 which is a PR for me.
Well on my way to a 240. Boom.
February 25, 2011
I’ve designed a new ultra functional training program.
Snatches and clean and jerks: body is starting to feel worse. Weights are getting lighter but feel heavier. It is to be expected. I left the gym, went to Cassidy’s and ordered my usual: The country breakfast with extra eggs. That’s 4 eggs, 2 sausage patties, and biscuits all drenched in gravy. I’m aiming for about 10 hours of sleep tonight as well. Upon rising, I’ll put down some more pancakes and eggs and be on my way to Cal Strength. Boom.
Not sure if it’s gonna happen, broskie.
February 24, 2011
About a week ago, myself and another lifting buddy thought it would be funny to mix pre-workout with redbull. (I would NOT recommend this and honestly my favorite pre-workout is a cup of coffee or a few shots of espresso). I dubbed the concoction “unicorn blood.” After about 2 hours of unicorn blood references the joke evolved to where we believed that elite lifters only took supplements synthesized from fictional or fairytale creatures.
My current stack is as follows:
-Sarlacc (only the tentacles, the rest is useless)
-Lon Lon Milk (it refills 5 heart containers)
-mermaid oil (washed down with a tall glass of ambrosia).
Smoked wookie is also a staple in my diet.
Snatch: hit a decent 140.
Clean and jerk: 140. Shut up.
Clean Pulls: 150 4×3
Push press: Light mostly for mobility
Power snatch and Power cleans. Not too exciting.
February 22, 2011
Power snatch and power cleans. Nothing exciting.
I finally got started on some sketches. Here’s one of a few that I’m going to be doing for Jacob and my friends at CF Monterey. Jacob came at me with a great idea and I’m rollin’ with it. Dog.
Oh, and if ya’ll didn’t already know. I draw for money. That’s right. I hustle papes, G. I know, all you really see is sketches and doodles on this site. But every once in a blue moon I’ll do some serious shit.
February 21, 2011
Last friday I clean and jerked a rainbow (slang for 160) and then proceeded to perform an over-the-top yelling celebration. That same day, Spencer of Cal Strength SNATCHES a rainbow and has an even more over the top celebration which once again makes me the asshole. As Glenn says, “there’s no substitute for badassitude.”
Snatch: took it up to 130, jumped straight to 140 and had a few close misses. Played around at 25 and 30 for a while, then hit a solid 135.
Clean and jerk: Cleaned 160 and missed the jerk. Had a few attempts at 65.
Forearm curls. Boom. I’ve begun to refer to forearm curls as doing “core.”
SQUATS!: I caught the squat bug again. Took it up to a nice and easy single at 210kg. I know what you’re thinking, “Bro. What’s the deal? 210? For 1? What are you a Sally?” Take it easy, bro. I’ll work my way up. I just wanted some good looking reps today. Bigger weights in due time.
Box jumps: Some guys were doing standing box jumps in the gym today. And as we all know, box jumps are the pissing contest of any weight room. Hit a standing 44 inches cold then as nonchalantly as possible drank my protein shake. Recon’ I can hit a solid standing 50 on fresh legs.
February 19, 2011
Going “Heavy Duty” today. I’ll post my results sometime this weekend. Ended up not being able to do any art this week after all.
-Snatch: hit a really easy 140, but started missing at 45. Took it back down and figured out what I was doing wrong. Took a couple really easy 130s and figured that I would be too tired to properly hit a 45 or 50 so I moved on.
-Clean and jerk: took a few attempts at 65 and missed. Even though the weights aren’t significantly heavy, my cleans are starting to look a little less disgusting.
I texted Will on the way down to Cal Strength and told him that “I’m a brown machine filled with hatred” to let him know that I was serious about lifting heavy weights today. He responded by saying, “Good. Hate is necessary for proper execution of the 7th pull.” I laughed.
I attribute the maximum amount of hate coursing through my veins to the one and a half complete listens to Slayer-Reign in Blood on the drive down today. This is probably my favorite metal album of all time. If you listened to this album on your ipod while sitting in an airplane that split in half and was now in freefall to the earth below, not only would you be OK with it, you would take your seatbelt off, turn to your neighbor next to you and nod your head excitedly while extending your hand for a metallic high-five.
This album is played through with reckless abandon and intensity BUT at the same time remains dynamic and interesting. To me, a lot of metal is really cookie cutter and boring; fast just for the sake of being fast and breakdowns exactly where they’re supposed to be. Slayer kicks my teeth in and I like it.
But as I sit here and write this, no longer the hate machine that I was 4 hours ago, I begin to feel more like this.
You see for me, metal only really addresses the byproduct of all your feelings. This attacks you at the source. Fucking brutal.
February 18, 2011
About a month ago, Camilo made the mistake of saying the words, “heavy duty” within earshot of my lifting platform. In about 2 hours time, I had managed to say “heavy duty!” in various situations probably around 60 some odd times. Everything I did could be related back to my newfound ideal of “heavy duty, bro!” Such memorable combinations included:
“HEAVY DUTY, BRO!”
“It’s just heavy duty, all day!”
“That’s how it is, just heavy duty comin’ hot off tha blocks.”
Over and over again.
2 weeks had past. I had been saying, “heavy duty” as my new favorite catch phrase pretty consistently during our morning workouts. Camilo calls me into his office and surprises me with this:
Apparently before heavy duty became my catchphrase of choice, it was a very real training method designed by the great Mike Mentzer. When Camilo ordered the shirts, he purchased the books as well (which I have yet to read, but not because I don’t know how.)
-Snatch: actually had some trouble at 130 today. Eventually started to come around and I hit a 35 and a few misses at 40. Let it be known that I believe myself to be the 1st person to ever “clark” from the hang. ”Hang clark.” Boom.
-Clean and jerk: Actually hit some dece lifts today. Finally hit a nice 160. Not a PR but comforting nonetheless.
-Squats: At the advice of some of my other lifting buddies, I’ve decided to not squat or do double sessions today to save my legs for tomorrow. Probably a good idea.
Finally going to get some drawing time in.
In other news, I’m going to make a concentrated effort to try to get some drawing time in within the next 2 weeks. Max effort pen and ink.
I dig this album.
Hang snatch: 120kg.
Power cleans: kept it light at 120. Trying to figure it out. Ya dig?
February 16, 2011
Meanwhile, at college . . .
Will shows us how to properly utilize eating utensils.
Birthday snatch: Managed to hit 5 or 6 at 130 and at 135 with no misses. Boom.
Clean and jerk: worked my ass off to clean 155 but missed the jerk.
I’ll front squat tonight.
February 15, 2011
Power Snatch: worked up to a single at 115. Took 120 but passed parallel.
Power Cleans: worked up to some dece looking 130s. Took the weight down and worked on flexibility. Power clean, ride it down into the front squat and pause at the bottom.
Light push presses to work on flexibility and some abs.
Tomorrow is my birthday so PR’s are on the table, breh.