Training - 13th Nov. 2013

Snatch Pull + Snatch from blocks: 95x2x(4+1), 105x2x(3+1), 115x3x(2+1), 125x1x(1+1), 135x(+1)
Power Clean + Jerk: 155x4x(2+1)
Leg extension clean pull: 165x3x5
Ab Wheel, stretching

Pretty good.
Changed the type of clean pull, but this one ended up being a bit weird on the back. Primary focus was better activation of lats.

Training - 12th Nov. 2013

Snatch: 130x(2,1,2), 135x(2,2)
Front Squat: 3x (5/3/1) @ (175/185/195, 180/190/205, 185,195,215)
Jerk: 135x3x2, 155x2x2, 165x1, 175x1, 190x1
Ab Wheel 3x

Always a bit weird to train after a few days off.
But not a bad day at all.

Front Squats were iffy with the back, but afterwards it felt great. So I'm not really sure what to think. It seems like the back does NOT like me NOT training for a while. Which is weird.
Skipped Facepulls/Rows, opting for some stretching instead.

Weekly Training Video #3:- Oct 27th 2013

Snatch PR is not really a big thing, considering it's 5lbs. But, it is infinitely more confident than my previous 150. Additionally, recently training hasn't been going too well, so it was well needed for mental happiness. 

Can and should be doing more.

(It's at 3:37)

Training - 7th Nov. 2013

Back Squat: Work upto 245, 225x3x3, 205x2x6
Face Pulls 3x, Ab wheel 3x

Still going relatively easy on squats. Still not really back to full strength on them either. Haven't been squatting enough recently, and haven't had the opportunity to load accordingly. All in due time.

Training - 6th Nov. 2013

Snatch: Maxing. New PR of 155lbs (70kg)!
Push Press: 115x5x5
Glute Ham Raise: 5x
FacePulls 3x, Ab Wheel 3x

Yay! Finally a Snatch PR. Today was a BONUS day. Since I didn't want to start a new week because I won't get a chance to train this weekend, I decided to max Snatch today and finish the week tomorrow with squatting.

Anyway, things have not been going well. I've been feeling pretty depressed about training, so a PR is exactly what I needed. and, it was WAY more confident than my previous best of 150.
Good times!!

Can definitely do more. Tried 160, was out of gas at that point unfortunately, so it didn't go so well.

Training - 5th Nov. 2013

Power Snatch + Snatch: 115x4x(2+1)
Clean Complex: Clean Pull from the blocks x2, Power Clean from blocks, Clean, Jerk 4x@135
Snatch Pulls: 2x3, 1x3 (long pull)
Rows 3x, Ab Wheel 3x

So last times re agitation of the previous injury lasted longer than I wanted. Was testing the waters today, and was happy with the results. Back felt asleep, and waking it up is tricky.

For some reason, Snatch Pulls are hurting the left shoulder. Must be due to inactivation of upper traps.

The Saga of Zammar the Great #2 - Tristan

She was standing at the crest of a small hill, the winds blowing her long black hair violently. Black clouds rolled over head, hiding the full moon and dousing the Earth in their fury. A flash of lightning. For a single fleeting moment, an immense ivory tower illuminated in the distance. At it's flat cap, a stream of red cloth billowed wildly, attached to the hilt of a greatsword.

Shielding her face from the fury of the storm with an arm, she trudged slowly down the hill and across a muddy plane to the tower. She had to climb it. She didn't know why, but it was important. She had to reach that sword. Another flash of lightning as she approached the ivory walls. A face grinned out at her. No, a decorative carving she decided.

She felt the smooth ivory and found recesses and openings large enough to lodge her hands and feet in. She started the arduous ascent. Her left arm hurt.

Hours seemed to pass and still she climbed. Against strong winds and rain battering her face. Her limbs burned fiercely. She looked down, there was only darkness. She closed her eyes and continued the climb. Another flash of lightning. Another face grinned out at her from the tower. Bright white light illuminating empty eye sockets. She used it as the next opening to lodge her hand in and continued upwards.

Centuries passed before she reached the top. Her arms, ready to give out, thrust her body upwards one last time as she scrambled on to the flat surface, lying flat on her back, breathing heavily. She closed her eyes against the stinging rain, losing mind to the mysteries of the unconscious. A flash of white light illuminated her eye lids, the distant roar of thunder breaking her trance. Not yet she thought. She had work to do.

She clambered to her knees and stood up. There was no sword. A sinking feeling in her chest. She was always useless. She began to walk towards the far edge of the tower. An audible crunch ripped through the noise of the storm. She looked down, there lay a cracked skull. Human. Child. Her eyes wide with fear, she backed away. Another crunch. She ran to the edge, the roar of thunder drowning out the breaking of bones. As she reached the edge, another flash of lightning illuminated the world.

Beneath her lay the ruin of a mighty civilization. Tall walls, broken. A shadow of their former glory. Houses, crumpled to the ground. A reminder of memories long lost. An immense statue of a mighty warrior, once glorious. Now, shackled in submission. The entire picture painted with the bones of the once living.

She backed away, shaking her head in denial. Her foot caught on something. A bone, sticking high out of the tower. She fell backwards, her arm looking for the ground that wasn't there. She tumbled off the edge of the bone tower. The flat turreted roof rushing away and into the stormy sky. She fell, on and on it seemed. Forever, into the darkness.