Day 2 – Exposure 1
For those that know me, I often omit sleep. It is a real problem. That problem is compounded when you stack the first Ragnarok workout with zero sleep. Today was bad… I mean real bad.
My skin crawls. I am itchy. I can’t focus. All that is on my mind is my impending doom. I am stomping around my apartment listening to metal music and wondering how am I going to make it through this. I look at some pre-workout. Would that help? I immediately recall all the research about caffeine making you push yourself harder. Then I remember that I am an extremely excitable person that is already amped out of his mind. Physiologically speaking, caffeine is to Danimal as Mentos is to Coca-Cola.
No pre-workout... Off to the weight room.
Tayler looked stunned as I came flying into the weight room like The Ultimate Warrior.
“Dude I have never seen you like this before!” Grinning from ear to ear I replied with “that is because you have never seen me train with relentless enthusiasm.”
Warm up. CHECK! Crazy Rap playlist. CHECK! Okay, it’s go time.
Ragnarok begins with squats. My favorite exercise ruined by a rep count of more than 3. The element that makes Ragnarok so brutal is the poundage chart. Let me explain. Let’s say you complete all 10 reps at 100 pounds. Next set is 110. Successful again? Last set is 115. If you complete all sets and reps while maintaining that minuscule rest break, your auto-regulated 1 repetition maximum has increased. Therefore your next session your prescription is 105/110/120. Ain’t no rest for the wicked.
Back to training.
Squats went well, RDLs were fine, and step ups changed me. My back was so tight. My heat was pounding through my chest. What was going on? I didn’t remember it being this bad. I have no clue how my legs were moving. It literally felt like my erector spinae were creating hip extension. I think I broke anatomy. Thank god lat pulldowns where next. I could finally sit down.
I crushed lat pulldowns. The machine was shaking I was pulling so hard. Yes things were looking up. I knew I could make it. Bench press was next.
The Second set of bench press was like that scene from Kill Bill 2 when Uma Thurman’s Character gets buried alive and has to punch her way out.
I was pushing so hard, but all attempts were futile. I failed on my second set of bench. F-BOMB! I was so mad I couldn’t go up in weight. 3rd set was another failed attempt. My confidence is waning.
On to push press. After the second set I felt like I was turning green. However, not the Hulk green I desired. More like a sea sick greenhorn green. Upon realizing that my life was about to take a nasty turn, I proceeded to run the fastest 40 yard dash of my life. I made it to the restroom.
After my relentless enthusiasm finished coming out of my mouth, I cleaned up and looked into the mirror. It was like looking through a snow storm. I was so confused and fatigued. It was as though the world around me had been white washed. I grabbed my phone and checked my heart rate. 212. Whoa…
I stumble around the weight room and tried to finish my lift. I ended up doing barbell curls with different weights loaded on each side. I was in such a stupor that Tayler had to point to the plates I was supposed to load. Like I said previously, it got bad, real bad. I had zero motor control, forgot math, and forming simple sentences became a herculean task. I meant to tell Tayler that I was so tired I didn’t even want to drink my recovery shake. Here is what I actually said. “I don’t even want to drink post.” There you have it folks. Train crazy hard and you too can become Switowski from The Longest Yard.
The rest of my day can be described as having the lights on but nobody was home. It was rough. Tomorrow is a rest day. YAY!
Turn Green (I may want to reconsider this sign off),
Thought of the Day:
If you replace the W in When, What, and Where with the letter T, you answer all 3.