…I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth…
That’s William Faulkner, whose birthday was Sunday. And who, together with Cormac McCarthy, have produced all the literature I’ll ever really need. All else, while nice enough, is simply superfluous.
And speaking of “a hot wild seed in the blind earth”, check out this picture that my good friend, Tico Ramirez, dug up from God-knows-where:
Funny story about that 77 number I’m sporting here. Seems as if I was on a big Red Grange kick at the time (possibly my first meaningful foray into history?), and figured that if Red could be a stud running back, and sport an oh-so-cool, iconic 77, well then so the hell could I. I badgered the living crap out of our head coach until he relented and let me wear a number that, due to my being a running back, required me to get a “referee waver” (or some such) prior to each game. I definitely remember there being a per-game performance clause attached to my wearing that particular number; smart coach. Properly correlated and applied, incentives give us something to bite into, something to focus upon, and provide just the right nudge when the going gets tough.
Sprint repeats? Check. Deadlifts? Check. Ring muscle-ups? Ugh…
So this past week — and continuing with the touchstones theme that I covered here — I decided to check-in on my deadlift and ring muscle-up performance. At a body weight of 210 lbs, I cranked-out a crisp 7 reps at 435. Not bad, for me, at least, on sprint and cycling-weary legs. Muscle-ups on the rings, though, were another story. My touchstone here is three, with no jump-assist, and with good, smooth form. That I required jump assist on every rep indicates that I need to get back on the rings, and that straight bar muscle-ups (which I can fairly well knock out) just don’t compare in level of difficulty. But, hey — no failures, only feedback, right? Did it matter that on this particular day I decided to couple power snatches and ring muscle-ups in a super-set format for multiple rounds? Nah, I don’t think so. The press-up and lock-out portion of the move was fine — what killed me was the pull-up; felt like I was pulling up through a tub of molasses. The prescription? A slow build-up back to full-on ring muscle-ups. I should be back is the saddle by this November 10th — my 47th birthday 🙂 Incentive? Like fine wine, I want to continually get better at the finer aspects of fitness.
The Sunday MetCon
Another great day to get out of the gym and onto the track/field.
- 5 x 30 second all-out sprint for distance (approximately 200 meters). Full recovery between sprints. Hit drop-off on the 5th sprint. Then: