This is me, not literally but certainly figuratively, only a travel schedule has not forced me to adapt my training. On Thursday I was pretty burned from Wednesday’s hard route climbing, but I only train strength twice weekly and am loathe to let any of those days slip away. For some utterly bizaare reason, I trained power instead by doing a lot of bodyweight plyometric exercises interspersed with some kettlebell swings and core work. I only do plyometrics every month or so which means DOMS is virtually guaranteed. Maybe I need to feel pain to find pleasure.
Friday I took my old Scarpa Rockette’s out bouldering in the bush. These are my absolute favourite rock shoes of all time but it’s been years – a decade or more – since you could buy them. Doesn’t that always seem the way under capitalism? Some great product comes along but the engineers and marketers tweak the product until it is just slightly worse than what came before. One of my friends was an engineer and used to say that engineers took a perfectly good product and tried to make it better until it was undeniably worse.
On Saturday, Doug and I rode the trails. I swear it was one of those days when the uphill seems to far exceed the downhill. Twelve kilometres and only half way through the day and we had done only one short descent, the rest was uphill, or at least that’s what my legs thought. Of course, in the end, as we rode a circuit, the elevation gain had to equal the loss but mountain biking after “leg day” guarantees fatigue.
There was frost about this morning, but it was a glorious day, the stunning winter weather continues. Doug and I went climbing and I was within a hairs breadth (or one foot that blew) of sending another project! There was a slightly painful slither down a slab, I’m sure glad it was winter and I was wearing long pants, but I got back on and finished the route but it’s not done until it’s done clean.
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