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A Little Respect (Strength Monday 7/8/13)
In my quest for lean superhero-ness, Dave and I are hitting the craptastic gym in our Converse to lift heavy stuff and work on skills a few times a week. For about 18 months or so, I’ve been using the Wendler 5/3/1 strength training program. It did a brilliant job of seeing me through my n=1 experiments and definitely increased my strength, but the way my body looks hasn’t changed the way I want it to. So in the interests of both science and vanity, I’m starting a new training program with The Movement Minneapolis that I’ll tell you all about very soon.
(If you’re new to strength training, here’s a great overview of what all the lingo below means.)
8:00 treadmill at 3.9 mph (1/2 mile)
arm circles, straight-leg march, air squats
5 back squat: 95# – 100# – 105# – 110# – 115# – 115#
strict chinups, black band: 4 + 4 + 4+ 4+ 3 + 4
11 cable rows, 70#
11/arm kettlebell windmill, 15# kb
Handstand hold at the wall… just for fun! 3 X :30, plus 3 seconds free-standing
Respect Starts With You
I’ve spent the last, say, 36 hours having loving but stern conversations with myself about my attitude. I’ve been being a bit mean to my body for the last few days. I’ve been eating very well and training wisely and getting plenty of rest, but I’ve been saying mean things. Inside my head. Where the only one who can hear them is me.
That is not nice.
Nor is is productive.
I’m not happy with the extra chubbiness I’ve slowly accumulated over the last two years (thank you, hormone meltdown!) or the last two months (I’m looking at you, delicious cake in Europe!). Intellectually, I know I’m doing the right things to move in the appropriate superhero direction, but emotionally, it’s pretty tough to feel physically and mentally uncomfortable.
I feel great when I’m working, but the rest of the time… it is so hot here in Austin and I dislike summer clothing so much and nothing seems like it looks cute or feels good and I hate my hair and my left eye is weirdly watery and the bruises on my left knee that I got from a fall on the cobblestones in Cesky Krumlov are still tender and did I mention that I am so hot?! (and not in the J.Lo. way but in the “stop looking at me, I can feel your gaze on my skin because it is hotter than the devil’s backside right now.”)
So, yeah. That.
But here’s the thing: It’s going to take a while to get my body back the way I want it. And the best way to do that — for everyone: me, Dave, my family, and you guys — is to do it with kindness, compassion, and self respect. I would never speak to anyone else the unkind way I sometimes bark at myself inside my head.
So I’m working to stop it.
Yesterday, I did a lovely 20-minute meditation, and that’s on my agenda for later today, too. I also took a walk in the m*therf*cking heat, which I will also do again this evening. And when I begin to mentally say mean things to myself, I just stop.
It’s that simple (but not easy, naturally). I just stop.
Work in progress… continues. Good music helps, too. Like this! Get your groove on with the Staple Singers from 1972…