So. For a week after a meet, you generally feel out of it. Your lifts are weak, you’re weak, your body is trying to recover, it’s just one big bleh. Unless you’re my boyfriend, who is a superhuman and whose bench seems to have recovered to the point where he’s either making or matching rep PRs on it already.
I’ve been holding myself back, which I’m not a huge fan of doing. I don’t like not doing enough. Sometimes, resting IS doing enough. In order to start gearing up for a serious bunch of new lifting cycles, I need to recover. So this past week has been about working back into the lifts. Next week will see me starting a new cycle–but it might still be a tempered one. I’m going to have to get used to volume again.
So, I’m still alive. I’m in one piece. My back is a little unhappy about setting up for bench, but it seems to be gradually improving. Onward.