We had a special remote guest join us via the wonders of the internet for the CWC this month.
She made some of the boys look bad. She had help, though.
Attendance on-site was thin, due to a whole slew of stuff, from vacations to obligations to work eating people’s faces. Big Dog was coming off an injury (which, naturally, he blames me for ;-) ), and, other than Pablo, there was a decided lack of “Go Get ‘Em” from the huddled, teeming masses.
|Big Dog||n/a||35 (PR)||n/a||n/a|
|CTG||6||52 (PR)||35 (PR)||45||180.5||24,909||16,912.85|
Pablo and I dropped fractionally in terms of volume (gross and weighted), and CTG, despite being disappointed with his squat performance, did manage to up his a touch, but not to where he was hoping to be.
So, on the main, it was a month of holding steady in the face of epic slacking off. I can definitely tell my wind isn’t where it ought to be, so once I’m done with the VD3, I’m probably going to be alternating squats, deadlifts, and assorted chest/back/shoulder lifts (with my eye primarily towards strength and secondarily a bit of mass) with a resumption of some cardio work (not long, slow, steady-state stuff; I’m thinking sprints and Crossfit/Gym Jones-style body blasts).
It’s funny, though — three months ago, I was thrilled with 25 pullups. Today, I’m disappointed and annoyed by doing the same amount.