After a night of consuming a burrito almost as big as my cat, and eating a hot fudge sundae from a jalopy ice cream truck, I'm gonna take today as a win.
This past Saturdays thumb jamming is taking a toll on my sanity. Not being able to snatch, clean & jerk and do any kind of overhead pressing is leaving me feeling useless. I really fucking hope this swelling goes down and it's not a fracture. I'd be emotionally eating for the whole recovery if that's the case. Kebab koobideh all day everyday till I looked like this guy:
|Hossein Rezazadeh being Hossein Rezazadeh|
Getting back from another accessory day training session, I'm already fearful of tomorrow's front squat suicide program. Week two of this squat cycle and the weights just get heavier.
I hate my self doubt.
I need to release my inner Shankle and attack the barbell.
|Look at this fuckin' beauty|