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Month 2 Training Recap

Finished month 2 of my powerlifting program!

Here is what this month looked like:

MONDAY- Lower body, squat day:
Squats, back extensions, Bulgarian split squats, sled drags, deadbugs

WEDNESDAY- Upper body, bench day:
Bench, chest supported rows, single arm tricep pushdowns, face pulls, bicep curls

FRIDAY- Lower body:
Front squat or deadlift, Romanian deadlift, box jumps, glute ham raises, hanging leg raises

SATURDAY -Upper body, press day:
Overhead press, single arm dumbbell row, dips, pull-aparts, prowler pushes

The main lifts this month were sets of 10, 6-8, and then sets of 4. The accessories were usually 4x10 or 5x8.

The last week of the program called for a heavy set of 3 for all the main lifts. My goal for squats was to get at least 200. For some reason, I have a mental block with 200 lbs, and I always feel like I need a spotter. But I did 200 and felt like I could go up, so I went for 205 and got it! I proved to myself that I can handle that weight on my own.


For Deadlifts, I got 225 for 3, which isn't my best, but I had been having some back issues for the previous couple weeks, so I didn't want to push too hard. Thank goodness it's feeling much better now after stretching and getting a massage! Front squats are what really irritates it, so no more of those for a while. Not that I'm complaining. ;)

For bench I got 125 for 3, which also isn't my best. This really wasn't a great training month for me, for whatever reason. I feel that I've been eating MORE than I have in a long time, and I've been sleeping well....But oh well, I'm honestly not worried about it. I know that strength goes up and down. Plus, I'm  not a powerlifter, and this isn't my entire life, so it's like whatever-it's just all for fun! But I'm still hoping for a better month next month!

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