“The thing about a hero, is even when it doesn't look like there's a light at the end of the tunnel, he's going to keep digging, he's going to keep trying to do right and make up for what's gone before, just because that's who he is.” - Joss Whedon
Now, Joss Whedon may not be calling me a hero here, but I have no reason to believe he isn’t calling me a hero either.
And with that, week six is in the books.
It feels like the dog days of summer out here, and the workout is becoming exhausting. All I can think of is finishing next week and seeing where I stand on the way to elite status.
Monday bloody Monday. I’m not a Monday guy. I’m not a morning person. I just want to keep my head down and survive the day. The Monday workout did not help my cause.
The weight of my bench workout has increased to the point where I had to do a rep of 330 on the bench press, my max from the beginning of the program. I was able to get it up, but that is the type of weight that brings about soreness.
Tuesday’s workout was a very similar experience as far as the heaviness of the weights.
On Tuesday night, I made one of my biggest mistakes since starting the Seven Week Challenge: I played two hours of basketball.
The basketball games put my legs out of commission. I actually went to bed at 8:30 that night, something I never do.
I knew then that I had made a mistake, and when I woke up the next morning, that feeling was multiplied by 10.
I thought that the majority of the extreme soreness was over and done, but here it was, rearing its ugly head in week six.
Wednesday started off like a normal day. Things were going well, and it seemed as if it were just a normal day. Boy, was I wrong.
Pandemonium of a personal variety broke out for me, and it flipped my world upside down.
I won’t go into the specifics of what threw my day for a loop, but my mind was shot basically all day.
Due to the personal emergency, I did not get to the weight room until 2 p.m., which was an hour later than my normal time. By this time, Kyle Wallace was already mowing the football field, so I didn’t even get a chance to speak to him.
I had to rush through my workout as quickly as possible because I had to get back to the office. Despite finishing the entire workout in 28 minutes, I did not have time to do any cardio, so I suppose I still owe Kyle a bit of my time.
The worst part of all of it was that I had forgotten to bring a t-shirt or a tank top to work out in.
I had to do a complete upper body workout in a button-down shirt that was not breathable material. The sleeves could not have been more in the way, and I was sweating like a disgusting pig.
It was a bad look for me, and it was a bad day all around.
Thursday brought back some semblance of consistency.
It was finally a normal workout on a normal day at the normal time. My legs were incredibly sore going into it, but it felt great for things to feel right again.
With sore/legs, I attempted to push myself further than the workout recommended. I was able to squat 365 before my legs finally gave out on me. That gave me 40 pounds over my initial max.
I pray that a weekend of rest will allow me to reach that elusive 385 mark.
Next week’s update on the Seven Week Challenge will be the final update. I will be going through a pretty tough workout on Monday and Tuesday, which will include running my 40 and doing my vertical, before maxing out on the rest of the workouts on Wednesday and Thursday.
I’m going to try to make a big thing out of this since there is so little going on at the moment.
I hope to have Manchester Academy headmaster Bryan Dendy, the Yazoo Herald’s Editor and Publisher Jason Patterson, and the Yazoo Herald’s Managing Editor Jamie Patterson in attendance for my feats of strength. Consider this an open invitation.
It has been a long, weird, strenuous journey, but the end is clearly coming around the bend.
On to week seven, the final week.