So that's me on the red machine... Yeah, that's about all I've got on that one. Definitely an interesting part of my winter work, and by interesting I mean somewhat painful and often terrifying. Mainly I just wanted to share the photo as I forgot to earlier. I think my posts were suffering from a bit of seasonal affective. heh. And so now the snow is mostly gone, at least below 9,000 ft, and the job ends this week.
Definitely glad to have had the work, particularly considering the death of Ole Bessie, and my need to finance getting my shit together fitness-wise this winter.
It's been slow going, but quite the journey, and though I have grown significantly stronger, (and heavier), I'm a good 20 lbs bigger than I was around this time a year ago. It has, much more, been a journey of learning about all the crap that is wrong with my body in terms of structure, imbalance, and mobility.
I took these two photos yesterday doing 3 sets of 5 reps. That's 200 lbs on my back, not much in the grand scheme of things, but easily double what I could do when I started this. Can you guess what part of me is in pain today? My brachioradialis muscles (top of the forearm). Jokes aside, it illustrates the supreme interconnectedness of all things in the human body, and that's what I mean about this being a seriously educational journey. Why does ...whatever... hurt? Is something too weak? Is something else too strong? Is something too tight? Is something too loose? Is it because my right leg is 3/4 of an inch shorter than my left? Is it because I have bad dorsiflexion in my ankles? Is it my damned hip-flexors again?
Point is, I've been learning a lot about physiology, and taking care of myself as a corporeal being. We probably all should. Particularly if we move heavy objects for a living.
As they say in the Delphic Maxims. Know Thyself.
...also, don't squat heavy on carpet