One of the nicest things about age is having the benefit of experience. I've learned that sometimes the days you really don't feel quite up to going to the gym, for whatever reason, can turn out to be very good days indeed. I've had some good workouts while nursing a hangover, though I try to avoid that these days, and I've had good workouts when I've felt sore or tired or a little sick or whatever.
The God of Heavy Things rewards effort.
Today was a good example. I was still a bit sore in the deep down places from squatting earlier in the week, and I was a little tired, and probably hadn't eaten enough. But I dutifully donned my gear and did my deadlifts in the rack as I do most Fridays and I had a good day. Not my best, but good: 405X2, 430X1, 455X1, 475X1. I felt like I had 500 in me but decided to leave well enough alone so I backed off and did 365X10. A solid effort given recent training patterns.
My sweetie had a good day too, coming within 10lbs of her best.
Now we are bracing for the wrath of the God of tornadoes. He's gearing up for round two of aught-eight.
