Ok, I finally got my x-rays done on my right hand, and I still hadn’t had a chance to get my blood test for my PCP. I’m having an appo with him next Monday to see if my left elbow is improving. The piroxicam seems to be working; I haven’t developed horns, gills or an extra penis, so I guess this NSAID is not producing any side effects either.
My right elbow is now free of pain, and my left elbow is getting there. I was finally able to do bicep curls and cable tricep extensions. Light weight mind you, but that’s a major improvement. Squats are sometimes uncomfortable due to my elbow, so deadlifts have been my stress and boredom suppressor for the last two months.
Sooooooo, a funny thing happened recently, and it just goes to show how much the mind can free you or tie you down. I was keeping a moderate weight in my deadlifts since I had this mental block or image that this was the safe thing to do. That was until a few weeks ago that when I started lifting in the vicinity of 300lbs.
It was about that time (at the suggestion of others) that I started to treat every rep as a single-rep set. That is, I stopped trying to do 8-12 reps in quick or moderate succession, as I would with other exercises. Instead, I would take a second, or even more between reps. And something wonderful happened. About three weeks ago, I lifted 345lbs. First time ever that I’ve done that in maybe 7 years.
The week after I attempted 355lbs, but I think I wasn’t mentally and physicall there for it, so I reverted to 305lbs. This is the clip (thanks my g/f for the filming abilities:P)
I took my time to rest and recover, and this last weekend I went for it again. This time, I geared appropriately (chalk helps a lot!). Plus I took a longer time (almost 40 minutes) to warm up for this, as opposed to just 15 minutes as before. This time, I was able to lift 355lbs no problem.
So, now, here I was, looking at the loaded bar, and I was like “What if? What if I go all the way up to 405lbs”. So I loaded it up, and just for safety, I wrapped my knees and decided to use straps. In any case, my mind was ready to go. “I can do it” I told to myself (btw, I love the music played at Golds Gym, not the stupid techno-crap “Castles in The Sky” you hear in LA Fitness.)
I’m not quite happy with the form in both lifts, plus I had a bit of a problem with the lockdown at the top. I need to keep a straighter back, but it’s getting there. To be honest, I believe I can repeat the same lift without straps. I will attempt this in two weeks. In fact, I believe 500lbs with good form is within my reach.
In any event, this is a landmark for me. The death of my sis Rocio took a tool on me. And my health has been shaky in the last couple of months. Staph and severe epicondylitis took me out of BJJ and MMA training, and I still don’t know yet where this will go.
By doing this, it keeps my fate that I’m still game. I can overcome whatever I’ve been having to deal, both physically and mentally. These are good times indeed.