Heh. Some Random Thoughts.

1) WWDC starts in an hour. It's now 12.30 am. Damn it.

2) For good or bad, the fact that my wife and newly born kid are both in Melaka means that I'm able to train with a much higher frequency. I'm currently training every other day in between EOD calls. It might eventually be a stupid idea in retrospect but life is boring alone otherwise. And spending RM140 for training only at most 8 times per month (usually ends up at only 4 times per week there) is fucking expensive compared to when I was in Kuantan. Hell, if I trained at Bangi exclusively with the per entry rates it would be only RM80 per month!

3) 5/3/1 by Jim Wendler is probably the best training program ever for a general strength enthusiast. You can train 4 a week, 3 a week, and even 2 a week and still make progress. Let's just run the numbers:
Mid 2009 - My 1 rep maxes were:
Deadlift - 120 kg
Squat - never tested. 3RM front squat was 85-ish kg
Bench - 60 kg
Military press - 40 or 50 kg. I think. I didn't log my original 1RM.

Let's run the numbers now. Do note that I've not tested my 1RM's in more than a year. My best lifts are:
Deadlift - 145 kg for 6 reps
Bench - 75 kg for 10 reps. No spotters for racking/unracking.
Squat - 115 kg for 10 reps. No spotters for racking/unracking.
Military press - 57 kg for 6 reps.

And this progress is made even with on calls and real life stuff that make me lift only 2 times a week for the most part. Get the program here.

He doesn't even use the spotters in "just for fun" competition!

4) This is an extremely good read. From a man who's an accomplished powerlifter, head athletics coach, physical therapist, and a well of knowledge.

5) June 6 was the birthday of late Abah. Too bad he isn't around to see his grandson. Shit, not being able to see your father's last breath as you're stuck in your first on call as a junior doctor is a big blow. Sigh. No abuse from a consultant/specialist/medical officer can break my resolve in continuing as a doctor more than the circumstances and implications of Abah's death. Nothing can make you feel more like a failure. Al-Fatihah.