mother of god, that was the trip home from hell. 60 hours of murphy's law. flight from dubai to dulles cancelled, couldn't get my bags for 24 hours, then the flight i got put on the next day was diverted to london. had to go through immigration in london and then get on a later flight to dulles. so, standardized to eastern time, i left kabul at 5:15 AM on friday and got to my parents' house at 5 PM on sunday. but it was in time to celebrate father's day with my dad -- steak! -- and fuck the buhjesus out of my girlfriend. spent most of yesterday with her, too, which was nice (didn't go to work).
also, yesterday, i went to the gym.
BW = 167, was pissed about this then remembered that i've been sick for three weeks. only a five-pound loss, could have been worse.
SORENESS = none
ACHES/INJURIES = none
FATIGUE = confused, jet lag
- warm up
- depth jump 4 x 4
very low box, first couple of reps of each set felt decent
- MR half tuck 2 x 20
- squat 3 x 5 x 185
something tight/wonky in my hip, going to take my time to readjust
- OHP x 10+7+4+4 x 65
- BOR x 10+7+4+4 x 95
- hanging leg raise 5 x 5
- calf raise 3 x 10 x 90
- stretch
kept it extremely easy. i'm jet lagged, tired, still recovering from being sick, and five pounds lighter (not all good pounds).