Been a while, as the trend has gone for me lately….
But of a rough month, in several regards. Injury, time off work, depression, isolation, a bombardment of incessant, anxious thoughts…
Finally returned to work, which was a step forward. In my absence, I’ve shared nary a detail of my struggles with anyone. Maybe because I struggled to grasp them myself.
Never did I know being completely inactive in body, yet unsound in mind, could be so exhausting.
The first day post injury, getting out of bed was a task, per usual, as I regularly do so before 3 am. However, it was 9 am, February 17th and the task was amplified…tenfold.
The Incident
“Treat all weights as heavy” - Lifting Proverb
Overcoming a seemingly impossibly heavy load is a drug, one that is addictive and easy to overdose on.
I’d performed conventional deadlifts, elevated on 2 rubber mats, for fives once a week. Starting at 325 (estimated 70% 1RM which I hadn’t actually tested recebrly, oh, and in a sumo, regular height style).
I added 20 lbs each week, because I prefer short cycles, and worked up to 365, a weight that was more then enough to end the first cycle on. If Dio were to sing a song about my 5th rep, it would’ve been called “Holy Grinder”.
But did do it????
Of course not.
The next week, I drudged through a double at 385, despite my mind/body/sprit’s seemingly complete lack of desire to even bend over to reach the bar. My hamstrings were asking me, “y tho?” every warmup set.
So I decided to de load the next week.
“I see the LIGHT” Day
Of course, I never get really amped to drive 30 minutes out of way to the often quiet/nearly empty gym on my day off to perform a light day. There’s no energy, no excitement of hitting a pr. It’s almost like a chore, or a bore…that I abhor. Light days easily become “well, 85 % for an AMRAP sounds doable.”
But I resisted the urge this time!!!! Instead I did the complete opposite. The bare minimum (or is it bear? I’m not quite sure anymore).
No warmup! No mobility work! Load the bar and let’s go! One minute thirty rest! Heck, just load the bar, that’s enough rest!
1st rep at 315
“Wow it’s cold in here!”
2nd rep at 315
“Did you feel that?”
3rd rep
“Drops back to earth the moments it’s raised”
My back is visited by the God of Hellfire! Bending over won’t work, sitting is a distant memory. Anything below waist level is New Zealand to me. Calls work immediately. Takes 20 minutes to get to floor, lies on floor, can’t get up. 30 minutes to rerack the weight. Hindu squats to get to plates, spine must stay vertical and flat at all time..OR ELSE (God of Hellfire!).
I knew…things were going to be rough now.
To be continued…