Eight weeks into press ladders, six since the last assessment, its time to see where I am now.
- Sixty one-handed swings after I realized I should to push it a little to get into the five-minute window needed to progress.
- Get-Ups, same reps, more weight now with four sets done with the 44lb kettlebell and only the one with the 28lb kettlebell.
Clean & Presses? I have reached the point where I stalled out at close to two years ago. Four ladders of 1-2-3 and one ladder of 1-2-3-4 for 34 reps. I am using what I have learned in the past and some self-experimentation to avoid the plateau again. One way is a post on Original Strength titled Original Strength for Brute Strength on using OS Resets to help the press. Through trial and error, I found Baby Crawls were the ticket. The second is another post I read on StrongFirst, where I am going to do Heavy Dead Stop Swings every day for 5 singles with my 70lb kettlebell to power up my clean. The kettlebell clean gets you tight for the press so you are stronger. It will teach me to be tight, or else.
Moreover, the most important thing, plenty of rest between the presses. The focus is strength so it is okay to take as long as needed on a training day.
I have also been ravenous lately so obeying my body’s signals I have been eating more calories any way I can cleanly. Adding ½ tablespoon of butter to my coffee nets 50 calories, more protein, even creeping over 150 grams of carbs occasionally due to activity level. Did it make me fat?
Body Composition (inches)
Body Part Before After -/+
Neck 14.2 14.12 -0.08
Shoulders 43.25 43.75 +.50
Chest 37 37.25 +.25
Waist 32.25 32.25 0
Biceps 12.37 12.43 +0.06
Forearms 10.71 10.87 +0.16
Thighs 21.8 21.81 +0.01
Calves 13.75 13.81 +.06
Weight 152lbs 151.6 -0.4
Body Fat % 15.2% 15.3% +.10%
Lean Body Mass 128.9lbs 128.4 -.5lbs
A little growth and some density added is my guess, looks like weight just shifted around. Either way, I’m not arguing with the results.
There comes a time when you have to move on, places filled with toxic patterns and/or bad memories. Everything you see and hear serving as a reminder, especially since it has been a year ago today since the accident. In that time, we have been technically living in half of a house, the other part practically cordoned off and used for storage. The flashbacks, once rare, have returned with more frequency; pictures causing me distress and bad memories, I cannot remember any of the good times like there is a block in my head. When I look at the big, empty front yard, I see emergency vehicles, police cars and friends’ vehicles.
Truthfully, I will never forget that day, it is a constant presence. I remember that instant, and the fear of the unknown. Everything immediately after is as vivid as a movie. The burden of being the bearer of bad news, the aftermath, and fear of what was going to happen next.
The moment I went numb, drained of all energy as shock settled in after the adrenaline trickled dry.
I bear it with a bit of sadness and a sigh since dwelling just feeds it. It is better to learn and use it to become better than before, someone we both would like. Stoicism helps to a degree, along with preparing to move clearing my head with the more downsizing I do.
The idea of a smaller place as the captains of our own Destiny is relieving after not having as much control before. Another city, new places, and routines.
A fresh start.
Last month was a first for me, I had never flown before, and after watching a plane take off I wondered if it would feel like a rollercoaster. I hate rollercoasters so when the time came I did a little diagphramic breathing on a four count to take the edge off of my heart starting to race. That was it, outside of sweaty palms it was great, something I look forward to again.
A few times that weekend I thought about the calmness in the face of things that terrified me before. Plane crash, crazy drivers, hit by a train (crossing tracks in a buggy), drive off into the lake; a lot of it crossed my mind while riding in my father-in-law’s Kawasaki Razr. Ripping through fields and over hills my adrenaline barely trickled if at all. I don’t think it’s caused by burn out either.
Is it a result of having dealt with the past year?
Is it the experience of facing actual danger and dealing with primal fear?
Is it the application of the Stoic Trichotomy of Control where I know where I am powerless so I don’t “what if” myself into panic?
I kind of think it may be all of the above, my scales adjusted to a point it takes a lot to move the needle. Things falling into the categories of a problem to be solved and if it’s something I can’t handle then it is what it is. How I respond is the only control I truly have.