-Bench press: 250 x3, x3, x3. Slowly getting better.
-Incline db press: 90s x6, x6, x6
-Bent over rows: 315 x5, x5, x5
-Seated low row: 225 x10, x10, x10. This machine doesn't go any heavier :( There is another one in there that goes to 315 but it is hard to get into position and you have to sit on the floor.
-Skull crushers: 125 x8, x8, x8
Done. My wife did 135 x3, x3, x3 in the bench, then followed it with the 50s in the incline db press for 3 sets of 8 reps.
Quick story. My next door neighbor is an old man who I never really saw eye to eye with. We have arguments over everything, from how I mow my grass to close, to the kids throwing balls and Frisbees into his yard, to him shooting his bb gun at birds towards my house, me and that old bastard have gone round and round hollering at one another. As the years passed, we became tolerant of each other, not friends by any stretch, but respectful of each other. Hell, one time my baby bulldog ran over to him when he was outside, and by the time I got around the hedge to catch her, he was bent over petting her!! LOL!
I noticed a few summers back when he would mow, he would have to stop every 10 minutes or so and sit down to catch his breath. Every time you see him he has a smoke hanging out of his mouth. In the winter time, his garage wood stove would be burning all day and you could hear him banging around in there, smoke billowing from the chimney.
Around early December I was noticing that the chimney to the garage wasn't smoking. That was strange, he spent all day out there. Well I paid it no mind and didn't notice it from there on out. Last week my mother-in-law came down to visit and said the old man next door was sick. So I started paying attention again, and sure enough, his kids and grandkids are there every day, the home health van is there every morning, and there is still no smoke coming from the chimney.
Now, me and this old guy damn near killed one another many times. I cant count how many times I cursed him out and vice-versa. It was almost like I was counting the days till he would be gone, but now that that day is coming, I actually feel a bit sad. I am going to miss that old bastard out mowing his yard in the summer, bitching at me as he went past the hedge. I am going to miss the smoke billowing out of his garage chimney during the winter, and the incessant banging that went on all day in that little garage. As far as neighbors go, he has been alright. We didn't see eye to eye, but we respected one another, and in the end I guess that is what matters the most. Take care ya ole' prick, go with God, and be easy.
-Rick
