Week 2, Workout 4 - Seven week deadlift cycle

Today was a Swing/Snatch day; I opted to do some heavy swings, in the following scheme:

40kg:
(sets/reps)
3x10
2x15
4x10

I took adequate time between each set to ensure this was more of an explosive, strength-based workout versus a cardio one.  The weight started to feel a little heavy towards the end, but I was consistently swinging to about chest level.

Looking forward to deadlifts on Wednesday.

Workout 3 - Seven week deadlift cycle

Today was another easy day that entailed low reps and low sets of a relatively low weight:

215 lbs, 2x5 (sets/reps), 5 minutes of rest between the sets.

Gotta enjoy this while it's easy, right? (Well honestly, I'm looking forward to when the weight starts to feel heavy...)

Sumo stance is starting to feel more and more comfortable... excellent. :j

Workout 2 of the Deadlift cycle

Yesterday was an off day, so I went rock climbing with Doug and my siblings.  Warmed up with a V2+ boulder problem, and then successfully ascended three routes I'd never attempted before: a 5.10 and two 5.11.  The 5.10 and one of the 5.11s were situated in a chimney setup, and the third 5.11 was allll slopers... which I hate.  I mean, I REALLY hate slopers.  Give me crimp holds any day... slopers are buggers.  All of the routes had a lot of manteling, and as a result, my triceps and delts are quite sore today.  Tasty!

Today was Swing/Snatch day for the deadlift protocol, which went something like this:

32kg two-handed swings:
2x10
2x15
5x10

Done.

More climbing tomorrow in the cards, m'thinks... stay tuned. :)

The bar and me.

I've recently decided I want to start actively working towards my goal of deadlifting 400 pounds.

The goal has been there for a long while now - the instant I deadlifted 300 pounds, actually.  Because, c'mon... it's just one hundred more pounds, right? ;)

I also have my SFG Level II certification to prepare for in September... having considered this though, and having taken the programming Pavel's latest cycle into account, I think the deadlift protocol will transfer over to my Level II skills quite nicely.

And so, I deadlifted today.

Today was 3 sets of 5 reps of 205 pounds, with 5 minutes rest between sets.  It felt easy - which is a good start. I'll be executing the lifts with a sumo-stance... some Russian man seems to think I'm bettered suited to it...

Oh, I'm looking quite forward to that quiet, sacred space that forms when there's nothing but the bar, my focus, and me...

Stepping into 2012 - hi, blog!

Training recently has felt very, very good - I can't begin to say how excited that makes me feel! It feels more like play than work, and I've missed that feeling.

I've been on the Paleo Diet since last Tuesday - a week as of today. I've really felt a notable difference with the absence of gluten and, I hate to admit, dairy... I love me my cheeses, milk and ice cream. :( I never realized how often I felt bloated until I got rid of these two food groups. I think, regardless of what diet one follows, it's a good idea for anyone to experiment with how their body responds to certain types of food - it may surprise you.

Tonight's workout was without much rest, and fairly heavy. Everything was completed within 45 minutes.

Warm up:
-2x20 32kg swings
-Single-bell rack walk, 24kg, 1x1 R/L 100 feet

Smack down:
-Turkish get ups: 16kg, 1x3 R/L
-2x20 32kg swings
-Single-bell bottom-up rack walk, 16kg, 1x1 R/L 100 feet
-2x5 16kg Boot-strap squats
-2x5 R/L 70 pound D-ball lifts-to-shoulder
-Single-bell bear crawl, 24kg, 2x30 feet
-Bear crawl to plank to push 100 pound D-ball (Horizontal Press), alternating hands each push, 2x30 feet
-2x5 20kg pull-over sit ups
-2x15 R/L 16kg Russian twists
-Walking hot-potato, 20kg for 100 feet

-3 R/L RKC Hip Flexor Stretch
-Pigeon pose R/L
-Downward dog to cobra

Done! And home to some delicious grilled chicken (don't tell Pavel...) and brussel sprouts.

What a long couple of days!

Wow. My body is exhausted after the last couple of days of moving my friend from up north back down to this area. It's amazing how much moving takes out of you. However, I went to kettlebell class anyway.

The weather was dreary and everyone was lacking motivation, but we got work done. Renegade rows with 24kgs, 2x5; squat circle with 5 people, went around 4 times progressing 1, 2, 3, 4 reps, 24kg; tall-kneeling MP, 2x5 R/L, 16kg; one bell bear crawls through sand, 24kg; I-go-you-go swings and squats, swings until squatter is done: 10-8-6-4-2, 20kg. And some other stuff too, but I'm tired and it's sleepy time. G'night!

On the exciting new, the begrudged old, and the in-between

Hello, hello, dear friends and distant bloggers of the world. It's been quite some time since I've shared a word; about ten months, it appears. Why have I been so remiss in keeping my blog up to date?

I could say it's because life has been incredibly full (it has); that I've been busy planning for Doug's and my wedding that is to be in just under 3 months (which I have); that I've had enough going on that I haven't had the time to sort my thoughts and sit with them long enough to write them down (somewhat true); or that training, while still very important to me, has taken a place on the back-burner a couple of times to make space for huge life-altering events (true, too).

All of these things are very true, and they are all valid reasons that I could back up. But I won't. What's the point? I don't like making excuses; it always feels a bit like I'm short-changing the truth. That's not to say that I never do, unfortunately, but... why do it here?

Words are wind. Words are precious. Words are twisted and beautiful and slimy and stunning and weak and powerful. Words are our means of conveying a world of delicate emotion, deep truth, subtle subjectivity. And I, in the midst of so many HUGE events and life-changes, have been remiss in translating the background music that is ever-present during this tremendous dance.

So there is that. This is now:

Wow. I am getting married in 75 days, to an incredible man that supports, loves, and cherishes me in ways that I had only fathomed were possible for myself before him. Am I incredibly excited? Hell yes. Am I a little bit scared? Oh yes. Not for the reasons you might be thinking, though. Before now, the idea of permanence in my life was dedicated solely to those people and matters that are involuntarily assigned to you when you enter this world -- family, for instance. Thankfully, I utterly adore my family, and count them among my greatest blessings in my existence. But I choose Doug. I am choosing to be with him throughout all the days of my life, and I am a little bit scared of the fact that I am woman who is not completely clear on the stuff I'm actually made of.

But, then again: isn't that part of the journey? You find someone who's very good at supporting you while you try to find that secret part of yourself that has all the answers, and knows exactly what your life is and should be. More than that though, you find someone who inspires you to never stop looking for it, and who you will help on that journey every day of your, and their, life.

What a profoundly powerful thing to find... and I am humbled all the time by Doug's love, support and patience with me as I stumble when I'm not doing such a great job at flying.

This being a training blog as well, I will share about my journey in that realm.

I still love lifting heavy things up and putting them back down again. As I said above, it has taken second lately, and that speaks to where my heart and energy have been. I have not been striving for any PRs or tremendous feats of strength; but I lift heavy things up and put them back down again, and I enjoy it. I am surrounded by strongwomen and strongmen who are propelling forward into new territories of incredible strength that require extraordinary focus, diligence, and supreme discipline to achieve, and it is IMMEASURABLY inspiring and impressive. As I have shared in none of these qualities lately, I have not shared in the goal-shattering feats. And this, I have taken to heart.

This has been an immensely important lesson for me. Normally, I will try anything once, but if I am not great at it naturally, I tend to want to drop it and move on to something I am good at. Because of this, I have no completed the Iron Maiden Challenge like I set out to do, and, if I'm being honest, I'm a long way off from it. Why? Because these things aren't my strong suit, and because of it, I haven't been training them as I should. I was born with a strong posterior chain, so I LOVE to deadlift, and I even like swings (heavy ones, that is). I have always been a poor presser, and so I don't press more than a couple times a week -- and guess what? My press is still poor. And when I see others succeeding immensely at what I don't excel naturally in, I feel further unmotivated to be better at it because it doesn't come effortlessly to me.

It's a quitter's attitude, and it fucking sucks. (Whew -- that took a bit of effort to write. Ugly weaknesses are... ugly.)

I have learned SO much from the RKC community, about training, proper movement, rehabilitation, health, attitude and heart. However, some of the greatest lessons I have learned are these: I know next to nothing compared to the many wiser, more experienced individuals that our community consists of; I am not even half as strong as many of the men and women who are my friends, are; I have a lot to learn about mental fortitude and the limitations I can take my body to;

and--above all else--this is absolutely OKAY, so long as the acknowledgement of these things isn't the end of the journey.

Life is a blessedly organic continuum of events, matters, things, people, choices; there are hundreds of thousands of tendrils sprouting from each person's being, branches upon branches bursting from the trunk of a life that has seen countless possibilities come and go. Many of these branches are truncated, because we choose not to nurture them with our energy. Sometimes this is a good thing; we all know there are poisonous situations in our lives that are best unexplored, or best cut loose. There are so many times though where we could create something truly beautiful, something exquisite and uniquely us, if we had only given a little more and tried a bit harder to go beyond what was comfortable.

Nothing grows without sustenance, and nobody's nurturing will be as appropriate for your needs as your own.

And so, here I am. I look at the title of my blog and have to smile, because I know I must have named it thus with a deep, subconscious understanding of my ironic pitfalls.

And so, as I feel myself blooming and exploding forth into new, uncharted territories, with a myriad of options, adventures, fears, hopes, tribulations, successes, all laying quietly quivering with unexplored potential, I find myself turning towards those stunted, stagnated stumps that I have fearfully abandoned before, and feel myself giving to them in a way that I hadn't ever done before. It will not be an effortless thing, giving of myself to these things I've long neglected, nor will it be without its bumps -- but here is my intent, spoken in a time of great change and great opportunity.


And truly, what better time is there than now?


(I want to thank Katherine C., who wrote me an email without having ever met me or knowing me and inspired me to write again and get my ass in gear.)