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Goodbye Workout Log

I deadlifted Wednesday for the first time in months! It felt really good, no hip pain, although I was super sore the next day and still today in my hamstrings, lower back, and rhomboids. Oh, how I've missed that feeling!

So I think I've decided that I'm going to switch things up. I've mentioned how I love being on a structured plan with my training-it's just how I am. I like to have something written out to follow, and I'm obsessive about logging everything that I do in the gym.

I think most people would benefit from having a plan and tracking their workouts. I've been doing it religiously for the past few years, and have seen major progress and improvements in my physique. 

With this back issue going on right now, however, I think it would be good for me to take a break from having a "plan" and just play it by ear for a little while! At least until my back is good. There's no use trying to follow a plan if I don't know how my back is going to be feeling on any given day.


So.... I'm gonna just listen to my body. If I feel good and want to lift heavy, I will. If I don't, I'll take it easy and do some lighter weight, higher reps stuff. I think it's time to switch it up a little anyways with my rep range-maybe doing some higher reps(as in 8-12, which is high for me) will shock my muscles into growth! :)

I'll probably do full body workouts 3x a week, with some random conditioning stuff thrown in somewhere(battle ropes, sprints, sled drags), maybe even some CrossFit WODs.

So goodbye for now, my dear workout log. No hard feelings, I just think we need some time apart.

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  1. That's great, Lindsay - change is always good :) Will you still be posting anything on your workout blog? I love reading it :)

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    1. Yes, I'll try to remember what I do and still track it on my workout blog!

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    2. awesome! you really really inspire me! :) plus i love your workout socks, lol ;-)

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