Art, drunk fans and squatting.
We’re not swaying too much from last week’s max squat workout. Again, we’re not dabbling deeply into GPP work, since that train sailed during the last few months. But we’re not completely ignoring it either. But we like the heavy, so bring on the heavy.
Max Squats on box. 5-6 sets of triples, followed by 3-4 sets of singles. I’m adding a slightly greater amount of lead-in sets of triples to nail form and feel technique more. Jumping quickly through the triples in the past might have messed with my control of the weight, but lawd knows i like to get to the juicy bits as quick as possible. But now we’re taking our time. Max squat foreplay, if you will; setting the mood, getting in the groove. So take you time progressing through the triples. Maybe 5 or 6 sets of slow and methodical progression, making sure your form couldn’t be better. By the time you hit the singles, you’ll own that bar.
KB Front Squats. 3 sets of 6-10. These have never been my favorites, so naturally I’ve better get practicing. I grabbed a pair of 70’s, and that seemed to do the trick. Now if someone will buy me a heavier pair, I try ’em. Brent did attempt a 70 in one hand and our homemade 98 pounder in the other. That didn’t go so well.
GHD/Farmer’s walk/Sled Blast. 3 sets, 5-8/100 feet/100 feet. This is our ‘heavy GPP’ work, keeping the intensity high more through load than with duration or reps. Make the GHD tough by moving the footplate towards the leg pad as close as possible while still being able to perform the exercise with good form. Lock hands behind your head if you want to make it a little harder. Then walk heavy for 100 feet, followed by pushing the sled for another 100. Repeat a couple more times.
I don’t write down the Open and Release portions of the workouts, but if you aren’t playing with your joint mobility drills, especially during these heavy sessions, ‘twould behoove you to start.
Second Saturday and Drunken Come-Ons
We had a doozy of an art show. Good art, good music and many of our good Bodytribe friends. The evening was full of energy, genitalia and being physically assaulted by a woman who looked a lot like the porn star Houston and actually uttered this question:
“Do you want to see me pee?”
It was an interesting evening (and, by the way, I said ‘no’ to the urine show, even after she tried to drag me away begging me to make out with her. No, I’m not making this up, and no, I don’t like aggressive drunken propositions, no matter how many times you try to place my hand on your perfectly shaped, very plastic breasts).
See, now don’t you feel bad for not coming out to the Art Show?
The art of Ryan Seng and the music of Art Lessing and the Flower Vato