I feel as if I am the tin man from the wizard of oz, after being caught in a rainstorm. Today I am staggering around my house, rusted, squeaky and sore, muttering “oilcan, oilcan!!” (ibuprofen! ibuprofen!!)
And it is my own fault, this season I have taken a new direction with my training, I have been self-coached since I started, and had taken it as far as it could go, but now I have a pair of coaches. Rex and Boris. Boris is as Russian as his name would suggest, and he has done amazing things for my friend eva rodansky.
Boris has given me my training schedule for the next month. Suffice it to say, its not a lot of hard work, except for 2 days a week, and those are this insanely hard jump program. I did it for the first time last night, and wow… my muscles are FRIED.
If you are a functional athlete like me who needs to move with agility, power, and acceleration, you have to train, to a great extent, as one piece. This is why things like squats (a one piece exercise) or pylometrics are so effective on real world athletes. Boris’ workout, on paper, looked medium hard, long, but with no mega poundage lifting, how hard could it be?
It took me 2 1/2 hours at the gym to finish it!! and halfway through, I realized its method/madness. After endless arm circles & hip rotations, dips, pushups, leg swings, bounding, and skate position work with no more resistance than my bodyweight, I was cooked, fried, fini. There was only one “ab” specific exercise in it, halfway through, but by the time I got to it, my core was so shot I could barely do it!
Bodybuilding is a good thing in and of itself, I have an amazing friend who pursues it with passion. But the bad influence of bodybuilding on other sports (and bodybuilding-bodies dominate our media culture, the supplement industry, and magazine newsstands) is that bodybuilding approaches the body as a set of disconnected pieces. Do this to improve your abs, do that to highlight your biceps definition, grip your weights just so to hit the muscles just so, etc, etc.
I am sure the other courtside denizens, all linked to elliptical trainers & machines, used to training with bodybuilding principles in mind, looked at me with wonderment, as I stood in a corner, trying to master things like spinning my arms at top speed in the opposite direction from each other (jess can do that one with ease), or moving my head in the largest circle I possible while keeping my hips rock solid.
Like the tin man in the picture above, I came home and squeakily crawled into bed, instantly rusting into immobility. My wife was so sweet, gave me a massage out of sympathy… healing the body and mind…
Certainly lifting makes you tired, but it makes the pieces you work tired, after last nights workout my whole body is now one sheath of rust. I will recover from this though, repair, and become one sheet of steel (tin?) and it will only help my athletic development. Even so, I am so surprised at the level of my exhaustion and soreness… my abs hurt just sitting here typing!!
Are there any readers out there with their with their own stories of mega-soreness, of waking up the next day and discovering they have become the rusty tin man? if so, speak up! I am getting an average of 41 (!!!!) readers a day now, so there has to be at least one or two good stories out there!
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