8 de Marzo, 2016
Miercoles
Jesus Fucking Christ, where do I even begin. My life is moving so fast right now that I feel that I might implode any second.
Oh yeah. So I head down to Tijuana last night to hang out with some friends and decided to stay there for the night. Next morning, I head straight to World Gym on Paseo de los Heroes in the Zona Rio. Fuck, the parking situation here is fucking shitty as hell. Well, not as shitty as World Gym in San Diego. Actually, it's a 100x worse in Pacific Beach. People constantly scrambling to find parking over there at any fucking second over there, and it's right next to an auto shop. Weird.
Anyway, I'm screaming and cussing about the parking situation but immediately find an opening directly in front of the gym. WOOT! I park and get the fuck out of my truck. Some dude is looking at me in amusement, and I was like, "El estacionamiento es muy complicado aqui!" And then he was, "I know. But I'm got this spot before someone else could snag it."
Ah fuck. Dude speaks English. And drives a BMW too.
I go up to him to ask him where he's from. Here, he responds, but he lived in the US for many years. FIGURES. Awesome. I shoot the shit with him more, and dude tells me he's impressed by my physique. Oh, thanks, I say. He tells me he wants to train with me. "Sure! I say" Fuck yeah! I need to establish myself and my training philosophies here in TJ, fuck it!
Anyway, long story short, his name is Francisco, and his family owns the largest flour factory in the Baja California region. Alright, shut the fuck up.
I go in and I'm blown away by how incredible the instalacion (facility) is. The fucking amenities they have there blows any other gyms I've been to in smithereens, motherfucker. With my travel pass from World Gym in SD, I get into the gym for free along with a complimentary private locker. It's got a great jacuzzi, showers, pool, locker room, a boxing gym, spinning class, whatever, you name it. And it's also got HALTEROFILIA! OLYMPIC BUMPER PLATES YEAH! FUCK YEAH! I'M TRAINING HERE FROM NOW ON, FUCKERS!
I go up to the free weights room on the 2nd or 3rd floor, I can't remember, to check the place out. I see two dudes squatting at the squat rack. One of the dudes was squatting 135 lbs (fucking weird, the gym has both kilos and lbs, but mostly lbs plate) ass to grass. This guy had to be a personal trainer. I go up to him to introduce myself. Fuck, my fingers are getting tired. I'm just going to give you the Cliff Notes: his name is Gerson and he's a strength and conditioning coach. He has his own training facility on the 5th floor, which is the rooftop, actually, named Sparta 55. I worked in with him and his client, Cesar, with the squats and he was impressed by the depth of the squats. "Wow! Very strong!" Shit, goddamn. I suck at taking compliments. Oh well.
It turns out, Cesar trains MMA and BJJ, and is a blue belt under a Fabio Santos black belt. Cool, I tell him I play jiujitsu too; I trained with Ricardo Cavalcanti, Rey Diogo, Nino Schembri, blah blah blah, and the dude was impressed. Ah, fuck, shit. No more typing. I've got a date with a chick tonight. Fuck off.
Front squats - paused
135 x 1 x 5
185 x 1 x 5
225 x 1 x 5, 1 x 6
Jerk
95 x 2 x 3
115 x 2 x 3
135 x 1 x 2
185 x 1 x 1
225 x 1 x 1
245 x 1 x 1
Fuck it. My body is falling apart and my head is not in the right place. Life's been hectic and stressful lately. I'm taking this week off. Deload.
Bench
135 x 1 x 5
185 x 1 x 5
225 x 1 x 3
275 x 2 x 1
295 x 1 x 3* - My spotter fucked this one up for me. Puede ayurdame, por favor? I asked. Si, he said. Fucker was decked out in a backward baseball cap and wifebeater and was going around giving unsolicited help to the chicas hermosas on here. On the fucking machines, of course. God fucking damn it. Gym douchebags are everywhere.
No, no, no! Es una mala técnica si se mantiene la barra!
Fucker. Pinche idiota.
Retard is a personal trainer here. WHAT A PLEASANT FUCKING SURPRISE!
325 x 1 x 1 - I had someone else spot me this time. Dude was wearing a Nutrition Zone of Chula Vista shirt, and I asked him if he was from Chula Vista. He answered in the affirmative in English. Goddamn it, let me practice my Spanish here! FUCK! "Oh shit! The one on H Street next to the Shell gas station, right?" Yup. I become fast friends with him, as I did with Cesar and Gerson earlier, and he asked me if I was coming back tomorrow. "Of course! I replied.
So yeah. Cool. Oh yeah, btw, the chick at the cafe is pretty cute and her name is Patty. "Estas soltera, Patty?" I asked. "Si." she replied.
I don't need to give you the rest of the details here.
