Almost the end of another training week. I thought I'd eventually take a measurement. My biceps, as I'm absolutely sure that I have a bigger right upper arm than left arm.
Left arm = 15.5 inches.
Right arm = 18 inches.
2.5 inches different. That's a lot! So, I want to isolate my arms wherever possible and push/pull independently. I'll sacrifice a bit of power/strength gain overall in favour of my left arm catching up.
So, onto tonight's gym session:
Bench press: 10 @ 50kg, 8 @ 60kg, 3 x 5 @ 95kg
Close grip pulldown: 10 @ 50kg, 8 @ 65 kg, 3 x 5 @ 85kg
Incline bench press: 10 @ 50kg, 8 @ 60kg, 3 x 5 @ 70kg
DB Hammer curl: 10 @ 35lb, 8 @ 45lb, 3 x 5 @ 25kg
Tricep pushdown: 10 @ 40kg (each arm), 8 @ 50kg (each arm), 3 x 5 @ 100kg
We had planned on doing another bicep exercise, but we ran out of time.
Overall, I was quite pleased with the session. Bench press was getting better. 1 more week at this weight and I'll be on 2 plates, which pleases me enormously. Everything else was solid enough. On the hammer curls, I worked my left arm more - I did at least 3 more reps on my left hand side.
Now, I feel the need for a rant. Some people who use the gym really need taking around the back and burying under the patio. I got to the gym tonight to find some turd had left his water bottle and a puddle of sweat on the bench press station - seriously; take your kit around with you and wipe up using the towels provided. Then, as I do my first set on the seemingly unoccupied pulldown cable, the same chap comes sauntering over "er, we're using that". Really? Because I could have swore blind that you were giving some rubbish advice on a clean and press at a whopping 30kg. He suggests that I use another machine. I suggest 'working in' as I'll be helping my mate on an adjacent machine. He clearly has no idea what working in means as he then uses the pulley machine for 1 set, then doesn't use it again. What. The. Hell! He wanted to kick me off for 1 sodding set, for which he used the same weight as I used (didn't check the weight, just jumped on and used it). I hope the camels of a thousand fleas infect his crotch.
That said; I was so incensed that when I sat down to do my 3 x 5, I breezed through it. My training partner seems to think that an angry Carl is one to keep on his side as I almost 'went a bit Hulk'.