Today was a rest day for me. Trying to do three days on, one day off.
Yesterday, I went to that dark place and also to failure. But don’t fret! Failure was the point of the workout.
The workout was: 5×8 back squats, working to a heavy set
Jarrod advised that we should go heavy, and if you don’t fail completing one of the rounds, you’re not going heavy enough. I worked out with Coach Rita, who is about equal to me in weights during workouts. We decided to go with the following weight scheme: 135#, 145#, 155#, 160#, 170#
I was confident with Rita spotting me and while difficult, I managed to squeak out 8 reps at 170#. Rita got her reps at 170# as well. Rita was determined to go to failure and we decided that we were going to do a 6th round at 175#. Jarrod spotted me on that last set and I finally felt what it was like to go to that dark place while lifting (I’ve gone to that dark place during rowing). Jarrod told me to breathe at the top of the reps. Take a moment to reset before I go back down into the squat. I got three reps in and went for my fourth. I got about 1/3 of the way back up and needed Jarrod to jump in and help me back up. After I got back up, he told me to reset and try again. I was seeing stars, I had pushed myself to that dark place. I knew I was going to fail, but I was okay with that. I had pushed myself to my limit – which is something that I’ve never done before with lifting. I didn’t try, as I knew I would have surely passed out.
Who knew failure could feel so good?