Thx.
- FS 5x5x65kg [My, I would call it mid back, seems to be very weak and makes me bend forward and that makes the weight slide. I mean, its fucking 65kg. WTF?]
- Dips 8xbw/8x15kf/8x20kg/8x25kg [Now that was nice. Deep, solid reps. Yammi.]
- BOrows 2x5x87,5 supinated/ 2x5x102,5 pronated [Did them in front of a mirror this time, to check form. On the pronated ones I bend forward to paralell and my body moves really little up and down when I row. Reps are almost textbook. Expected them to be much more sloppy than I had thought before I watched them in the mirrior. Positive surprise. On the second pronated set, I did a little mistake. I relaxed to early when I put down the weight. Lower back pain. Is gone now but thats the reason why I didnt do a 3rd set.]
- Lying reverse on an incline bench and doing some lateral raises for the posterior delts 2x12xdont know the weight of the dumbell
This workout was ok, although I got completelly cleaned out the night before and I felt like vomiting most of the time. At leats I could have watched myself in the mirror throwing up while I had a over 100kg barbell hanging from my arms. That would have been funny. But it didnt happen this time. I decided to keep my condition to a level where I can still train. I will use all medications I still have available (which is about one or two

). Which means that if it drops below, Im off of to the hospital for a chemo with Ciclosporin A. While its not sure that this is gonna help. But I wont go back to bed. Not this time. Now theres only one way: upwards. Although I cant have a life at the moment I want to at least feel alive for some time. I need something to look forward to. It might be scrubby that the only thing I can look forward to is the next worship in my weightroomchurch. But I cant change this at the moment. I keep on trying. But this war wont be won in a couple of weeks. Its a long and dirty war. Its won by the one who lasts longer. To win such a war one needs allies. Working out is such an ally.
*runs at the UC in a rage* "Come on, hit me! Hit me, you lousy piece of crap!"
There will be now remis. Maybe I will loose. But I will never, ever surrender!