Counting the hours until I hit the gym. Yes I'm that guy. ;-) Going for a personal best on repetitions for a couple of exercises tonight, notably overhead presses. Won't be my maximum weight ever, but if you surpass your old maximum reps at a lower weight, that's a form of progress too. Fitness nerds will only need me to say "5/3/1" or maybe "periodization" in a more general sense. It's my heavy week for the cycle.
In terms of raw weight lifted or Wilks score I'm not anything more than a beginner. But I've been at it long enough now that I know simply going into the gym and picking what to do on any given day isn't much use (to me) (any more). On up days I risk overtraining, on down days I risk not challenging myself. I did the whole "just have fun with it" plan for several months and I would always advise someone to start that way. It's great to build a habit of enjoying what you're doing. Thing is, it ALL turned into a pleasurable reward at some point, even on days when I think I'm not looking forward to it. If it's not a day for setting records, it's a day for feeling good that I'm consistent. It almost always blasts a bad mood away, even if only for the time I'm in the gym.
Side benefit: eye candy. Lots and lots of eye candy. Seriously, when you're down in the free weights area, even most of the gals are impressive and hot. The guys? Shut the front door. And it's not all about the biggest muscles or the beefiest body type, though that sure doesn't hurt. A hot little muscle boy sweating away next to a beefy little cub sweating away ... eenie meenie miney BOTH. Since it's a campus gym, it's heavy on undergraduates and law students. We might not have a lot in common for dating, but I can sure look. When I'm not focusing on my own shit, that is, and actually, I focus a lot.