Monday, 23 October 2017

Week Ending 29/10/2017

Before delving into the daily detail of this past week, I had a general sense that I didn't do too much, but now that I've gone over the days, I realise I trained 5 times. I guess that's not that lazy.

There was bikes with on Tuesday and Sunday, with the later session involving some rocky random roads courtesy of Strauss and Grover.

There were barbells on Wednesday and Friday, including enough squats to leave me with still tender hamstrings. Saturday was a quick feisty session at CFStK that resulted in sweat angels.

I guess that sense of laziness stems from these moments of exercise being mostly unplanned, that they're slipped into a busy schedule and around ongoing injuries. Knowing that I used to squat more and ride faster isn't offset by the ability to clean heavier. Is it too high standards? Is it greener grass? Is it the recipe for disaster?

Sunday, 22 October 2017

Week Ending 22/10/2017

I got to practice giving up my ego this week. I don't mean give up thinking I'm the best, I mean give up the feeling of being something or someone, to just concentrate on the process at hand. I figured Pony Club was a good place to practice that, to push into the pain and not squirm around looking for release, to just fucking pedal.

Rick didn't help. We rolled in and he decided to sit on the front so I called out for 550W. A few pedal strokes into the hill proper, enough to settle on a rhythm, and I was doing 750W. On the false flat it was 500 trailing down to 450... but it didn't feel easy, it felt like I was on the rack being slowly torn apart, but don't think about that, just concentrate on the job of pedalling, just make each one strong and smooth... then Rick swung off. To me those are the moments that matter, you're in pain and you have to make a decision about volunteering for an increase in pain. To pull the pin, or to push deeper into the hurt and try and hold everything together. For me the deciding factor was Warrack on my wheel, I pushed on to ensure his effort wasn't disrupted.

I got a few of sessions at CFStK in, but it was 8am on Saturday morning that was the quality. Up early to get some exercise done before a day of looking at houses. I was giving up the Olympic lifting session, so I was eager to feel like I'd achieved something... and it was a partner work out.

A. With a partner - alternate after a full round each, not after each exercise:
14min AMRAP of:
4 Clean and Jerk 50/35kg
6 Toes 2 Bar (I scaled this to knee raises)

Rest 4mins

B. With a partner - alternate after a full round each, not after each exercise:
14min AMRAP of:
4 Burpee over the Ergo
6 Cal Row

I was working with Tommy and he talked me into 50kg for the Clean and Jerk. I worried that his greater strength would mean I'd slowly get deeper and deeper into the hole on the first time through. I worried that I'd hit a failure point in terms of power and technique. So I concentrated on the process, I concentrated on making each lift technically good and on just getting it done before thinking about the next one. Power clean the bar, and just cycle straight into the jerk, don't stand it up, don't think about standing it up, just snap the hips and elbows open, do it again, then again, then again... right now do the knee raises.

Sunday, 15 October 2017

Week Ending 15/10/2017

The week started with legs barely functional after last Saturday's CF session, I'm going to point my finger at the 180 air squats that got done. Pain wasn't going to stop me getting out for a roll and a coffee on Tuesday (where I tried to push myself and ended up exploding and both metaphorically and physically dribbling to the top of pony club.

Sore legs also didn't stop me from a rolling into the olympic lifting session at CFStK on Wednesday evening. There were only 3 of us and no direct coach, so the vibe was very different to the normal tunes, jokes and heavy thuds. Saturday's Olympic lifing session was all about jerks, with a lot of split jerks prescribed. I so need work on my split jerk. My weight is forward, meaning the back leg isn't doing much of anything, and when the weight starts to feel heavy (around 55kg), I can't even rely on my brain to coordinate a leg to go forwards and the other to go backwards.

I probably could have fit a crossfit session in, maybe two... but after coming home hollow from a ride with Rick and Cam on Sunday, it's hard to argue I have the physical capacity for heaps more. We rolled out in the cool air that lingers for the first few hours post sunrise. We chatted until Bonds Rd, we half wheeled until the end of Mt Pleasant, then I assumed we were turning for a lazy roll home. I was incorrect, as Rick routed us through some lumps on the North/West side of Eltham that left my quads screaming at me, and me whimpering at my stem.

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Sunday, 8 October 2017

Week Ending 8/10/2017

There was a few overarching themes of thought this week, firstly trying to manage stress levels because my sleep has been kind of crap. Lifting things or turning the pedals both adds stress to the body, and relieves it from the mind, so I'm never sure weather exercise is the answer, I did it anyway.

I skipped bikes on Tuesday in favour of some clean and jerk practice at CFSTK... but either that or life in general left me with nothing on Wednesday arvo for a snatching session. I doubled up in the gym on Saturday, getting a WOD in before more snatch practice. The WOD left me a bit of a shakey legged dribbling mess, but now that it's done I'm going to say it was fun.

Then suddenly that brings us to Sunday, and the first non commute ride of the week. I rolled to SKCC again and marshalled E, Womens C, and B/D grades. I wasn't super present though, and that's the second idea that's been on my mind this week.

We had a mindfulness session at work, and given my thoughts on stress I figured I'd attend and see if there was anything that gelled. During one of the guided meditation/mindfulness portions we were instructed to imagine a time when we experienced a feeling of calmness. The instructors place was some gorgeous rice paddies in Bali... mine was a combination of physical places that could be summed up as "on the front of a bunch on a hill". Seriously, Pony Club, Iron Bark, Canadian Bay / Two Bays... these were my "happy place".

It makes sense to me though. Those are the times when I choose to be where I am. To be in the moment I'm in. Where everything melts away and all that is left is a process... turning the legs over smoothly. That focus on process rather than results is (to me), a powerful mindset.

So yeah, I don't think I was actively deciding to be in the moment on Wednesday at CFSTK barbell, or on Sunday at SKCC crits. I was there because I knew I should be, but I wasn't engaged in the activity.

Sunday, 1 October 2017

Week Ending 1/10/2017

Oh g'day, so yeah, a week worth of stuff to write about.

I got on the bike a couple of times to continue the journal of realising how far my power has fallen in the last year. Tuesday was out for a Rick loop without Rick. Berg is in the same place fitness wise to me, but Waz is still holding onto some athletic ability. Sunday I rolled around SKCC crits as a marshal, and fuck I loved it. Sure my heart rate was way too high for the grades I was with, but it was the advice and assistance to new riders, and the shit talk with old hands that made me grin. My underlying injuries... continue to be a work in progress. My physio has given me some tools to alleviate the symptoms, but it's a bit like when I first got patella tendinitis, diagnosing a tight ITB is great... but what's causing the tight ITB? Anyway, that basically means I'm not down for 20 hour weeks or 6 hour rides just now/

In the gym I had some good times and some deep in the hole dark times. Wednesday barbell had be almost match my 1RM Clean and Jerk weight for a touch and go double. Friday was "Andy", which left my legs in a sorry state, while Saturday was 4 x 6min AMRAP that was basically all legs... you know... maybe that's why I was no good at Sunday's crits