TRX is one of the truths of fitness along with weight-training, cardio, calisthenics and a host of many other activities within this realm. And sometimes I’m good at putting in a little bit of everything in a single week for a workout program. But other times I forget to be well-rounded. Sometimes I stick with my reasonable rep scheme and my above moderate to heavy weight training with compound exercises and/or Total-body programs (all resistance-related) that I forget that there is anything else in the physical activity world.
So once again I was reminded by a training session (isn’t this one reason why people get actual Personal Trainers no matter how good they believe they are? – for getting out of the comfort zone) with Dark Knight just how pairing TRX, Stability Ball exercises along with Plyometrics could accomplish for my mental and physical state during, not to mention the remembrance of soreness the very next day which I’m experiencing lovingly and heavily.
TRX is amazing although not one of my favorite things to EVER do because the difficulty and exert level is beyond ridiculous when you carry a lot of weight (like me). I also associate the TRX to be highly core related. And let’s face it, I dislike doing core probably more so than I do visiting my mom at the nursing home/hospital. But aside from these negative relations these reasons are exactly why the TRX is extremely important. My muscles worked super hard during these movements that my flesh seared red, my bodyfat diminished for a moment in undetectable time and I didn’t want to provide another rep despite the fact that I grinded my lips and teeth like a bad dream as my biceps and forearms wanted to fall off in sweet deliverance.
I got through some intense TRX Rows.
And I got through the Banded Pull ups, Jumping Squats, Rope Pulls, Dynamic Lunges, Tricep Rope Pull-downs, Planks and Push ups both done on the Stability Ball. I was quite amused although I’ll be honest; I’ve never liked the unstable feeling of my body being out of control. I like muscle fibers shaking when I lift weights (and even that I had to learn to get used to) but when the body is going completely haywire and excitingly random because it’s wondering what the hells going on within the unknown trying to make it known.. I feel tremendously uncomfortable and by uncomfortable I mean I spaced the fuck out and I needed to bring my head back down from the cosmos because it’s concentrated and very present and at the same time a stirring out-of-body-experience.
The goal before New Year arrives is to make sure I’m working on getting to the next level even if it means getting over my immense hate for core and extra bodyweight work because it’ll help me achieve more of the best. During this process I’ll be required to break through old beliefs, training rituals, destroy my mind and body all over again to gain a newfound structure and a special level of physical enlightenment.
It’s all about parts and making them into absolute and reassuring wholes, strengthening strengths but also strengthening weaknesses and dislikes until they’re no longer a phase to ponder about while enjoying the journey which keeps us on the edge of the magnificence of uncertainty. 🙂
Before I get into this post I want to say that ever since Xanga decided to fuck me by taking away my other Pennington_Hall blog I’ve stopped making my workout log entries. I never intended to log into WordPress the way I’ve done on Xanga. For the current moment and until I make a choice on whether or not I want to create a new WordPress for the sole purpose of comfort for now I’ll attempt to find my logging groove back and try it on here tonight. Hope you enjoy.
Tonight I was very angry. My trainer Dark Knight stood me up without even notifying me. Sometimes when you get into tiny dilemmas with the person who’s also your lover, well, things happen. I’ll work the kinks out within the next few days and I’ll make sure to be a bitch about it to him then. Still the positive to this downside is it gave me extra fuel to write up my own workout of the night as I kicked each gym member out to close down the gym.
Once the gym lights automatically go out I make sure to get my light-bulb extension and hang it up where I’m going to be stationed and rock this body of mine.
(In order. All Supersets between Upper/Lower 4 sets a piece.)
Standing Shoulder Dumbbell Press (Engaging Core/Glutes) Walking Lunges with Dumbbells
Wide Bicep Curls (E-Z Bar)
Dumbbell Bench Squats (Top of ass grazing the bench) Push ups (Hand placement wide)
Good Mornings (Medium and narrow stance)
Seated Rows (2 different grips/attachments)
Hip Thrusts (45lb plate)
*Sissy Squats (Bodyweight. 20 reps per set)
I felt good the first few rounds back and forth with Pressing and Walking Lunges. Of course I pyramid the weight because that’s how I’ve always trained. By the time I got to the next 2 exercises for Biceps and Bench Squats I was literally dying. My face was flushed, my head felt like it grew a few inches and was about to explode to the point where I had to take off my headphones to really zero in on each exercise, feel the reps, contraction, movement, along with every sensation my body was letting me in on. I had to make sure everything was full quality.
Halfway in the workout right after the first 4 exercises I texted my Partner In Crime with, “I don’t know if I can make it to the next 4 exercises and superset them the way I’ve been. I’m hot and I’m dying.” And he boosted me with, “I know how you are and that’s not going to stop you from trying. That’s why you’re the best.” Never mind the “Keep up the good work,” “You’re hot. You’re the sexiest bitch around” and “I like when you sweat” and “You’re a turn on baby. I like the way you make your workouts sound!” SIMPLY PUT this was all the motivation I needed to keep my fire going.
Despite the fact I was fighting the ill feelings of vomiting throughout, fighting against the A/C not being on once the automatic lights shuts off in the gym, anger from one lover while the other lover quickly boosted my morale, well, things seemed to work out for my training session this evening and I couldn’t ask for more. I felt peaceful and all my life tensions were going away with each rep.
After I finished up the next 4 and final exercises with the supersets I felt froggy and although I didn’t add any more exercises to my paper besides the 8 I decided to add 80 Sissy Machine Squats. My body was shaking. I was thriving. I was still using anger as fuel and even though I felt dizzier and dizzier during the whole ordeal I just had to give it a bit more.
Plus I’ve been looking for that Sissy Squat machine for over a month and NOW it finally decides to show up. This was the first time I used it and made sure to work the fuck out of it before even thinking about exiting the gym. Tonight I’ll YouTube to see the various ways I can use this Sissy Squat Machine.