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I learned a great lesson this week. Progress doesn’t have to stop with injury. It just requires that you shift the front you’re attacking.
Wednesday morning, my back twanged really bad while in the middle of a deadlift. Just before the injury, I was saying to myself, “My back feels rounded. I think it should be arched–ow!” And then I had to stop working out.
I was browsing a book yesterday about a power workout, by a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu master named Gracie.
I’ve read his stuff in the past, and think his martial art is downright amazing. If I had the discipline, the money, and the several extra hours to throw into my week, I’d probably want to learn this martial art over any other. But whatever. This is about power.
Outside Magazine’s latest issue has a little quiz to see if you’re fit. I can’t do at least two of these categories, so I’m not fit, according to these standards. But wow. Something to point towards.
Chest Do push-ups on a stability ball, feet on the floor. Do 3 sets of 20. If you’ve never done these, they’re killers.
What are your goals for 2005?
When you look back on 2004, are there moments that define how far you’ve come?
Friday was an all day offsite “fun” day with the team. I enjoyed it. We did bowling, both candlepin and tenpin. (Which I still have to call “big ball” and “little ball,” much to the chagrin of the employees of Lanes & Games.) I ended up with the top tenpin score of the day, 134. (Shows you how non-pro we all were, but one guy even had his own ball). It was fun, and man, you can burn a few calories and tweak butt muscles throwing those balls around.
The weekend was nice. I worked three hours at my favorite little independent bookstore, where I am now a guerilla bookseller. I’m not paid, but instead receive free books in return for my ability to convince people to drop $150 on gifts they otherwise might not have purchased. I *love* this job more than any, because it mixes my passion for reading with my interest in pushing my opinion on other people.
When I decided to fire my Inner Critic, I decided I needed to replace him with an Inner Coach. This is definitely a task that requires constant attention and feeding. Lately, my Inner Critic has been poking around, asking if his old job is available. Today, I gave him another dose of “You’re fired.”
So, I’ve spent a lot of the day (in between work chores) talking with the Coach. I asked him if he was still proud of my work. Of course, he replied. I asked him if I’m moving in the right direction. Yes, of course, but you have to stay vigilant. I agreed. I talked with him about needing some kind of external reminder that I’m still balls deep in the challenge. He agreed. I wrote something up to remind me of such things. Just a little list of phrases (in order) that should be the mental process I use for determining how my days will be spent.
I got a comment from Rob, who runs a site called Former Fat Guy and who has a blog there, too. I went back to his site, having visited it once while link surfing a while ago. Man, what a story. This guy went from weight 487 down to 187. 300 pounds, man. The old fashioned way.
He’s definitely worth checking out.
First off, I had a great workout. I didn’t get as many pushups as my current record of 85 in a session, but I managed 75, so yeah. I did 15 chinups, but on the very last one, something in my left lat kind of tore/twanged, so I, uh, quit doing that.
Now, let’s go upstairs.