2016: The Fire~ Part 2
So what happend to me that’s worth mentioning during my last 8 days of 2015 and my first 6 days of 2016? I am always so thankful for the gym because a couple of days before Christmas, I had two very hard days. I actually went back to my natural eye color (ditched
green) and contemplated dying my hair pitch black. I can’t afford to have my emotions get the best of me when what really deserves to get the best of me is the iron. So what did I do? I used the energy that I discovered was being wasted to make gains.
On December 24th, I was extremely enraged in the gym. My heart was filled with fire and I could feel the flames scorching my eyes. That afternoon, Yolanda randomly asked me if I was mad at her. I wasn’t mad at her. People frequently think I’m mad at them in the gym, but I’m usually not mad at all. Call it driven. Call it serious. That particular day…call it fury or enflamed. After I killed squats, I reassured Yolanda that my fire had nothing to do with her. I literally couldn’t walk after that squat session until at least the 28th.
On Christmas Day, I almost stayed in bed. I figured maybe I should… I didn’t feel good after all. Thank God for my challenging nephew. He had slept over and was shocked to hear about the potential rest day. He was like “Ooooo… I thought you were hard core?” He made so much noise about the potential rest day that I changed my mind and hit it up. Yes… on Christmas Day!! Like I said… Thank God for my challenging nephew who kept my ass in check that day. I went in and straight murdered my shoulders and TRAPS while everyone else’s kept shrinking.
For years I’ve been able to bench a plate on the Smith. It’s been at least a year since I cut the Smith completely out of my workouts with the exception of standing calve raises. Being enflamed helped me get a 35 free weight for a strong 12 reps and a plate for a strong 6 reps. The owner of my gym is there working from like 6:00am until like 9:00pm, so I questioned him about female strength. I wanted to know how many woman he’s seen bench a plate. Looks like there are four of of us and most of them can only get it for 3… so…
On the second day of the new year, it was Deadpool and deadlifts. I’m inching closer to a 205 deadlift. I scored an awesome Deadpool outfit and I deadlifted 185 for 6 reps. My goal for the first quarter of 2016 is to lockout 205 for 3. I have a strong back and I want to continue to develop my strength. Before Christmas, I was struggling, but pulling the whole stack for facepulls. The fire helped me pull the stack (200 lbs) like nothing. I hit that shit for reps of 15 easily.
I guarantee that 2016 will see a side of me that has never been completely revealed. I will fan the flames, feed the rage, engage the heat, and welcome the smoke. Fire is a precious thing. Lesson of 2015… Fire should always be used to burn those things which are worthy of your time and energy. Or… If you feel so inclined, as firefighters do, it may suit you better to pour a big ass bucket of water on your fire and simply put that shit out. It is easier for those who are scared to get burned, but not me, I breathe fire bitchez.