Can't seem to find a photo from Google to show what I'm about to describe so words will have to suffice. Today was abnormal since I actually had more than a a few minutes to myself- I had to take the car in to get new tires...bare with me here. I was walking along downtown and saw this nice large thigh-high concrete step of sorts. I suppose they were decorative somehow since there was one at each corner of a cross-walk intersection. Anyway, I decided to go ahead and try a more difficult type of pistol squat totally out of the blue. Keep in mind that I haven't really worked out in about two months since my new job, my wife's new job, and my toddler son have prevented me from doing anything remotely resembling "training" or doing anything other than survive for that matter.
So I jump up onto the ledge and slowly bust out two reps of complete full ROM pistols with free leg hanging down- one of the harder types of pistols in my experience. The scary part was that...it was kind of easy-. and I was carrying around this fear that I had lost seemingly all of my strength. Had there not been some people walking by making me feel like a weirdo doing these squats I might have kept going on the reps. This movement was NOT easy several months ago when I was training regularly.
Now I'm wondering if I can do some pulling or pushing work to see what's up. One wild theory I have is that I have completely healed any and all deep tissue strains even though I haven't been consistently training. I mean, if you break something or tear something it takes months to heal, so I wonder if my body has sort of done a "full recovery" before it starts to go downhill from prior gains...?
Time to figure something out soon I guess.
Monday, November 10, 2014
I ain't gonna lie. A week ago I was almost ready to throw in the towel. I felt like my best calisthenics accomplishment had already happened (see link here from September 27) and that this journey was now impossible. I have a new job- a real job with pretty serious time commitments. My son is a toddler and requires near constant supervision. Yeah my commute is a bit shorter but the time is made up working more and by tending to home chores and the baby. I wake up to train at 5:00am, he wakes up at 5:30. I wake up at 4:30am to train, he wakes up at 5:00. I wake up at 4:00am to train....and promptly fall back to sleep or make it to the garage and only have enough gas to roll around on the floor and stretch and breathe. Waking up super early is fucking hard- even when motivated. I got food poisoning last week and that nearly took me out too. I slept for nine hours Saturday night because I went to bed at 8:00am. Woke up feeling...satisfactory, not spectacularly well rested. So there's that.
My new approach is to really ease back into things. Ease being the operative word. I know all you badasses are in the gym seven hours a day but I' settling for an hour and a half a week for now. Time constraints are a very serous challenge and I can commiserate with those who don't even try to workout. I have formulated a level zero to level ten method and will start working that. No 45 year old I know is going to crawl out of bed at 4:00am and immediately start doing handstand pushups or one arm chinup work. At least none who have families and professional careers unrelated to fitness. It's not healthy and you risk injury like that. Better to make the warmups really long and progressive when running on fumes most of the time. So that's my plan...
Sorry I haven't posted in so long- like I said it's bee pretty hard to find time (and still have energy to do anything).