KISS is blaring and my wife and I had a fight this morning. These weights are mine! I moved to the press, ready to beat a plateau, Rere's words and inspiration in my head, and... boom, boom, fail -- again -- at 120lbs/64.5kg after deload. 5/5/3.
It's in my head, but I'm ok. The dead lift has been my saving grace. Wimpy squats, struggling against the damnable press, I can still pump out some good, hard dead lifts and feel good about my workout, right?
Mehhhhhh! Wrong answer.
Don't even get it off the floor first try. Risked injury trying 3 more times, getting it up to the knees and no higher, until serious knee wobble said I was done for the day.
I've been on maitenance calories for quite a while and just starting eating hard again. I believe that and still too little rest are my issues, but dang. As I sit here in the rubble of today's effort, I wonder if I don't just need a good ass-whipping. Maybe we could take a poll...


