I don't know how long I'll be able to continue blogging about training, especially when it comes to posting numbers that I'm already too lazy to write down. I will try to continue as best as I can, but I will say that my current regimen is going quite well (as all regimens do in the first few weeks or so). We'll see where it takes me and how long I actually commit to it. I've got fairly poor habit of staying consistent with one type of session for a multitude of reasons.
That said, what makes my new model of training--based off of DC training--interesting is the variety of exercises that can be done. The best part is one does not have to do them all in one work out and keep doing it for X amount of time, but rotates between a select few. So for chest, I rotate between flat barbell bench and weighted dips (possibly throw in DB bench seeing as how I have only completed 2 upper body workouts). In the beginning I was somewhat skeptical about not using...say the barbell bench for every time one works the upper body because that means one would detrain from it and thus weaken for the next workout. But seeing from my HST days, doing the same things (for the most part) not only wears me out [mentally and physically], it just bores me. So after thinking about it and actually trying it out, I really think the rotation and focusing on one lift is better than doing multiple different kinds of exercises.
Anyhow, all that aside, for some reason I just wanted to say that surpassing goals and receiving accolades for it is [in itself] funny and interesting (one of my favorite adjectives...). Yesterday, I decided to meet up with a few high school friends albeit for a really brief amount of time. It was good seeing all the old friends whom I have never seen since probably graduation day or before. There was one person there in particular that I believe resented me for one reason or another. It may have been my fault as many things usually are, but I was kinda unsure how things would turn out. Well, generally I knew it would be normal, if not jovial because of the time that has passed. But one thing that I knew we both had in common (in terms of interest) was weightlifting, or rather fitness in general. Our goals might be slightly different however...I think.
Now, before I continue, I would like to say that prior to yesterday's meeting, I bumped into 2 other people at a popular coffee chain. They for some reason couldn't stop commenting on how much larger I've become (though, truthfully, I have not gained much more besides from some height and maybe some side affects of puberty during my high school years). In any case, they were convinced that I became some kind of monster (believe far from the case at my height and weight).
Back to the original case, as soon as I approached the table, there was a gasp or something like that almost in unison. Shook hands with everyone and sat down. Several people would comment on me and ask what my regimen is like etc. etc. but none of it mattered to me. What kinda did was the response I got from that one person which was a, "daaaang" or something of that sort. We talk about all kinds of things, the job he got, the place he received his degree from, and how life was going in general. During the conversation he mentioned how he lifted weights but never got any bigger than what he currently is and goes on to say how he ordered a pizookie while looking distressed by his lack of progress, than he claims he has no spotter so he can't go any heavier.
I didn't know what to think besides that true hard work in fitness and health related goals certainly do show itself. I can only assume that his diet (and possibly sleep habit) were not part of his regimen. I am by no means a religious dieter, and actually feel some what the same way he does seeing as how I haven't gained as much mass in the time that I have been training. But, I do know that I've made some progress over the years of training and it shows (slightly). As far as spotter goes, I don't have a consistent spotter myself. I just ask a random person to spot me during my set, works all the time with exception to a few people who don't want to help or just don't know how to spot correctly.
This story surely is random, however, the reason why I type it stems from that brief moment in time. That history of slight resentment towards me. He was also stronger than me in high school (as was most people anyways). So, basically in the end it seems like my hard work has paid off, though I didn't really care that I was bigger than him in the end.
It's just cool to receive "accolades" for your hard work once in a while. Certainly can't let it get to your head, or stop what your doing. Just gotta continue improving yourself.
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