Sunday, 26 November 2017

Week ending 26/11/2017

It feels like the dominant trend of the week was sleeping poorly, but there was a lot of good numbers in the gym and a couple of hamburgers, so I can't rightly call it bad overall.

I think it was the same thing that made sleep so shit that made lifts so good, the heat. Lockie programmed a bunch of 1RM efforts to reduce overall loads I guess to manage the heat a bit better, but the upside was that more rested means stronger lifts a nice little raft of PB's

Front squat 1 x 3 @ 92.5kg
Overhead squat 1 x 3 @ 67.5kg
Squat snatch 1 x 1 @ 60kg
Power snatch 1 x 1 @ 60kg

I wasn't feeling like it was about good numbers early on Tuesday though. Even after two coffees I was feeling the affects of others fitness. Warrack and Tom hauled us through to Templestowe where Rick decided to assert himself. I gave chase, but that left me exposed to an express train powering up Pony Club. It was taking no passengers and ejecting many.

Sunday, 19 November 2017

Week ending 19/11/2017

For many a year now, my joking criticism of triathalons has been "why be shit at 3 sports?", which is a jibe at how perusing multiple athletic goals means you'll fail to be excellent at any of them. Ignoring that there are many triathletes who're better at riding than I've ever been for a moment, it's the hypocrisy of my current situation I want to highlight.

You see, I would like to be a little bit fitter on the bike... but I'm not yet willing to compromise my goals with a barbell. It seems this body of mine is capable of holding contradictions as well as burritos.

Anyway, talking of barbell goals, I finally achieved a squat clean at/above body weight. I'd hit 90kg a month or so ago, but despite dipping down to 89, in general my weight is 90 or 91kg. Saturday I got 92.5kg for a lift that could do with a bit more vertical extension and a lot more confidence getting under the bar after (I caught it a good chunk over parallel), and suddenly find myself thinking about 100kg as achievable. Some more deadlifts, some more front squats, and clean work at around 80-85% to drill in the right movement patterns when the bar begins to feel heavy.

Sunday, 12 November 2017

Week Ending 12/11/2017

I smelt the edge of the road to fitness this week and again I realised that the entry to it requires me to be with someone else.

I'm not the strongest guy at CFStK, and I'm not the fittest dude on the bike, so trying to keep up with others in both this week meant I had to be conscious to be efficient with generating an output, and to ignore my body's protestations.

In the gym it was another partner workout with Tommy that kept me pushing. There was no time to wallow after a rep because he needed the equipment, the team.. the whole... the partnership... the thing bigger than just me, demanded it. Do the movement, then move out the way. There was more than just partner workouts too, front squats, squat snatch and squat cleans all made sure my quads were ripe for riding on Sunday.

The route was about Ironbark and Flatrock, with the intention of conversation everywhere else, but being the gents we are, half wheeling abound* and any conversation was achieved between importunate breaths. For the first time since venturing back on to a bike I had moments where I could spin a gear at high power, though they were mere interludes between the wallowing 50-60rpm range my ripe legs naturally fell into. Again though, it was the presence of others to challenging me that directed me towards that aforementioned road... the one that smells leads towards fitness.

For the moment I'm happy to know I'm near that road, that I'm heading in a direction and might even have some choice about the destination.

* It's possible I'm guilty for this behaviour, but I'm not here to point fingers at myself.

Sunday, 5 November 2017

Week Ending 5/11/2017

I spent a lot of time in the rubber floored CFStK this week, due to a combination of weather and life commitments. Sadly that meant not a lot of time on the bike, but I did manage to sneak some quick trails in on Sunday and was reminded that dirt is the best.

In the gym I had high and low moments meaning I'm simultaneously feeling pride and frustration... which sounds dangerously close to multitasking... a concept I'm completely incapable of.

So the highs, Tueday I was working from home after an early call from the US office scuppered plans to ride. To make physical amends I rolled into CFStK for a load of snatching that felt smoother than ever and resulted in a PB.

Wednesday was fairly neutral, with some heavy clean and jerks that got done, but not always beautifully... Thursday though... Thursday I failed to squat more than 110kg... again! I think it was last Saturday that I tried for a 120kg single. I got an inch out of the bottom and stopped dead, the bar being ejected backwards. Thursday I went for a single at 115kg with the exact same result, the barbell rolling across the floor behind me