Finally sucked it up and hit the gym. It was a Sunday, meaning I was unbelievably well rested, and I'd had dinner about thirty minutes prior. I regressed a little on my lifts, but I felt like I was psychologically restored and ready to resume. Rows need work to get those last sets up all the way, and the Press is still my worst set by a fairly clear margin.
Warmup sets
- Squat 5x45, 5x115, 5x185
- Press 5x45, 5x60, 5x75
- Row 5x65, 5x85, 5x95
Work sets
- Squat 5x225, 5x240, 5x250
- Press 5x95, 5x90, 5x90
- Row 5x115, 5x115, 5x115
Weighed in at 174-175 afterward. It was nighttime, so I guess that means my morning weight would've been a few pounds lighter. Makes sense; I haven't been eating great lately, either. Life's been regressing lately along with the lifting. Hopefully will get ass back in gear with this comeback.
Watched my first live MMA matches tonight. Caught bits and pieces for the most part, but what I saw were mainly Cain Velasquez beating the living hell out of Ben Rothwell and Lyoto Machida getting his legs wrecked by Mauricio 'Shogun' Rua. The Machida there definitely didn't look like the untouchable one against Tito Ortiz that I caught on Youtube, but there you go. Nonetheless, the judges gave it to Machida, and Steff and I rioted, and then I read on the internet about how we might be biased, and it was all a lot of fun.
I haven't posted about other fights I've seen, and I'll try to hold off on too many, but Tomasz Adamek doesn't look too great at heavyweight, even in his easy TKO victory against lumbering, useless-looking, 41-year-old Andrew Golota. Meanwhile, the Israel Vazquez/Rafael Marquez trilogy was flat out amazing, and it made me even more excited about boxing.
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