Post by 1705total on Apr 8, 2007 11:07:11 GMT -5
As you all know I am training with my nephew as he prepares for the Teen Pittsburgh.
Here is a typical back workout we just did yesterday.
We started out with deadlifts. We do these heavy, so are warmups consist of increasing the weights but not doing more then 5 reps.
135 for 5
225 for 5
315 for 5
405 for 5-we both pull this weight and we are begining to sweat and curse at one another. I walk over to the girl on the treadmill and ask if i can change the radio to something hardcore. The gym has a first come first serve policy and she prefers I don't change the sappy music to hardcore metal.
This somewhat pisses me and mark off, but thats the fuel for the fire for the next set.
(now he weighs 199, and I'm currently at 300)
495 for 5 for me. I haven't pulled 495 for 5 in about 3 months. I am spitting, and cursing at the weight as I complete each rep. I'm mad! Then the reps start to become somewhat fluid. I look at my red face in the mirror and the bar is bending and I say to myself (which is actually out loud) I'm pulling this bit*h up! I get the 5 reps!
My brother (Mark's dad is here to watch this). The girl on the treadmill asks a question and my brother is amazed that I can turn the intensity on for the set and off to answer some-ones question. But hey I am no animal.
Mark just barely misses the 495 for a single.
(I need to add that Mark's back is extremely thick, and he is extremely powerfull) he continues to get stronger every week and wants to pull that 495 so bad. I'm carefull in watching him so that he doesn't hurt himself)
Then we break down the weight to 225 lbs for bent rows.
3 really hard sets of 8. We are both cursing and pulling the weight into our waist. Yelling and screaming at each other. I get in Marks face and ask him if he wants it? He yells "hell yes!"
The girl on the tread mill can't help but turn and look at us. She finally agrees to let us change the music.
Its time for seated rows. I do not know what it is about seated rows, but I always go crazy doing these. We place the pin on 300 lbs and prodigy's "slap my bit*h up" comes on.
PERFECT!
We do two sets each of who the hell knows how many reps. We are cursing and pulling and pulling and yelling and sweating and pulling, the weights are clanging and banging and slamming.
I am huffing and puffing. Mark is in so much better condition, he isn't huffing and puffing but he is begining to tire. My mouth is getting dry, so I take a big gulp of water to wet my mouth. I am breathing so heavy that my nostrils close on them selves and I need to spit the water out in order to breath. (I love this gym!)
On to one arm rows. I pull 145 lbs dumbells Mark pulls 100lbs.
2 sets.
Then we do one set of hyper extensions to complete failure as Nirvana blasts on the radio.
We finish up with shrugs, I pull 160 he pulls 120.
We are both waisted by this time.
Mark hits some poses to help me critique where he is at. His low day was the day before and he looks somewhat flat. But still ripped.
We start rehearsing some of his routine. His twisting back shot is extremely impressive.
He looks good. I'm impressed, but Mark's dad is very impressed.
We feel good. We talk about Mark's progress and where we go from here. Since he is a little flat, I decide to let Mark take his high (which will be Sunday) to 3500 calories, instead of the 2800 he currently does.
Marks is excited that he can eat some more oats and brown rice (kid is super dedicated). Due to the hoilday and being 4 weeks out, I told Mark he could have a small piece of lasagne and pizza genya.
He smiles.
I awake this morning, my back is extremely sore. My legs are still sore from our thursday workout and my biceps are soooooooo tight from the arm workout on friday.
I love this training.
I smile.
Here is a typical back workout we just did yesterday.
We started out with deadlifts. We do these heavy, so are warmups consist of increasing the weights but not doing more then 5 reps.
135 for 5
225 for 5
315 for 5
405 for 5-we both pull this weight and we are begining to sweat and curse at one another. I walk over to the girl on the treadmill and ask if i can change the radio to something hardcore. The gym has a first come first serve policy and she prefers I don't change the sappy music to hardcore metal.
This somewhat pisses me and mark off, but thats the fuel for the fire for the next set.
(now he weighs 199, and I'm currently at 300)
495 for 5 for me. I haven't pulled 495 for 5 in about 3 months. I am spitting, and cursing at the weight as I complete each rep. I'm mad! Then the reps start to become somewhat fluid. I look at my red face in the mirror and the bar is bending and I say to myself (which is actually out loud) I'm pulling this bit*h up! I get the 5 reps!
My brother (Mark's dad is here to watch this). The girl on the treadmill asks a question and my brother is amazed that I can turn the intensity on for the set and off to answer some-ones question. But hey I am no animal.
Mark just barely misses the 495 for a single.
(I need to add that Mark's back is extremely thick, and he is extremely powerfull) he continues to get stronger every week and wants to pull that 495 so bad. I'm carefull in watching him so that he doesn't hurt himself)
Then we break down the weight to 225 lbs for bent rows.
3 really hard sets of 8. We are both cursing and pulling the weight into our waist. Yelling and screaming at each other. I get in Marks face and ask him if he wants it? He yells "hell yes!"
The girl on the tread mill can't help but turn and look at us. She finally agrees to let us change the music.
Its time for seated rows. I do not know what it is about seated rows, but I always go crazy doing these. We place the pin on 300 lbs and prodigy's "slap my bit*h up" comes on.
PERFECT!
We do two sets each of who the hell knows how many reps. We are cursing and pulling and pulling and yelling and sweating and pulling, the weights are clanging and banging and slamming.
I am huffing and puffing. Mark is in so much better condition, he isn't huffing and puffing but he is begining to tire. My mouth is getting dry, so I take a big gulp of water to wet my mouth. I am breathing so heavy that my nostrils close on them selves and I need to spit the water out in order to breath. (I love this gym!)
On to one arm rows. I pull 145 lbs dumbells Mark pulls 100lbs.
2 sets.
Then we do one set of hyper extensions to complete failure as Nirvana blasts on the radio.
We finish up with shrugs, I pull 160 he pulls 120.
We are both waisted by this time.
Mark hits some poses to help me critique where he is at. His low day was the day before and he looks somewhat flat. But still ripped.
We start rehearsing some of his routine. His twisting back shot is extremely impressive.
He looks good. I'm impressed, but Mark's dad is very impressed.
We feel good. We talk about Mark's progress and where we go from here. Since he is a little flat, I decide to let Mark take his high (which will be Sunday) to 3500 calories, instead of the 2800 he currently does.
Marks is excited that he can eat some more oats and brown rice (kid is super dedicated). Due to the hoilday and being 4 weeks out, I told Mark he could have a small piece of lasagne and pizza genya.
He smiles.
I awake this morning, my back is extremely sore. My legs are still sore from our thursday workout and my biceps are soooooooo tight from the arm workout on friday.
I love this training.
I smile.
