“There are two things to aim at in life; first to get what you want,
and after that to enjoy it. Only the wisest of mankind achieve the
~ Logan Pearsall Smith
What follows is a quick run-down of the crazy schedule I’ve kept for the last few days, and how I was able to squeeze-in a quick (though, highly effective) workout in the midst of it all.
New Year’s eve day started off well enough, with the morning workout I wrote about here. I was pretty taxed by 8AM, but like I mentioned in that post, I knew I was going to be gym-less for the better part of a week and have plenty of time to recover. So far, so good; but then the workday hit full-on. I won’t get into all the sordid details, but suffice to say it was “one of those days” (way to ring-out the old, huh?), the result of which being that I didn’t get home until well after 10 PM (no ringing the new year, either). I wound-up skipping dinner; no real hunger pangs, so why bother? (something that would never have occurred in my high-carb, former life). A 12-hour hibernation followed and somewhere around 5 PM on Thursday (the days and times are sorta melding together) I ate a meal of leftover ham steak, rib eye and Brussels sprouts. Then it was on the road to Atlanta, where Meesus TTP had an interview with a modeling agency on Friday afternoon (keep your fingers crossed, please!).
Now, Atlanta is an approximate 8-hours drive from our lovely hometown of G-Vegas, NC. Long story short, here: I wound -up fasting until 6PM on Friday — but again, no big deal. However, the place where we finally decided to eat was a virtual carb-fest bakery/sandwich shop that reminded me of an upscale Panera Bread. Sheesh. Okay, so after some haggling and begging, I ended-up with a roasted chicken salad. Not too bad, either (Paleo-wise) — and rather tasty, I have to say — even slacking as it was on the chicken part. So, okay, no blood, no foul, right? I’m still doing a Paleo-well, good job. We decide then (another long story omitted) to go ahead and huck it back to G-Vegas that night. So off we go; the result being that the only other thing I ate that day (night?) was a truck stop cashew and almond mix. About as Paleo as you can find (except for jerky) in these kinds of places. Oh yeah, and lots of coffee (make it a red-eye, please! And black, of course). Thank goodness for road-side Starbucks. And even though Meesus TTP is out of work due to their “cost savings/restructuring” cutbacks, I’ve got no hate. A serious caffeine Jones, yes — but no hate. Anyhow, I’m finally showered and crashed by about 4:30 AM Saturday morning.
Fast forward to Saturday afternoon: In my mind’s eye I have a plan formulated whereby I’ll run sprints the following day (Sunday), as this will give me time to fully recover from the events of the past few days. A quick check of the weather, though, sidelines this plan — rain is moving in. It is a gorgious day Saturday, though — 60’s and sunny — so I saddle-up the fixie and head out to ECU (with the 45 lb medicine ball in tow) for some sprints and throws. Now I still haven’t eaten since the Atlanta chicken salad and truck stop cashews/almonds, but I feel amazingly “on” and, once I get moving, nicely invigorated. Something else that would have severely affected my performance in my “previous life” was working out without having recently eaten. This scenario would have resulted in a pretty good bonk and/or at least a substandard performance. “Weak” would’ve been the best way to describe it. This does not occur on a Paleo diet; no bonk, no weakness at all. Anyway, once I reach the university, I see that the Dowdy-Ficklen stadium gates are open. Winner! This opportunity doesn’t come around much between the end of football season and the spring, so I jump dead on it.
Here’s how the session panned-out:
1. Ramp sprint starts
2. Vertical Jump repeats (2-hand stretch, as if blocking a volleyball shot) x 5
8 rounds of that superset, with very little recovery between each exercise. It just so happens that the height of the concourse between each ramp section allows for me to perform a near max, two-handed vertical jump. This allows me to do repeat jumps with touching the ceiling (two hands) as a goal/marker. No reset between jumps (think “pogo stick”, or “hot coals”). For a look at what I mean by ramp sprint starts, check out this post.
Then it was out to the stadium’s upper deck for this superset:
1. Three-step, dual-leg “bounds” (x 13 “bounds”)
2. Ballistic decline (feet higher than hands) push-ups x 10. Max “air” on every rep, stiff catch at a fraction from the “bottom-out”, or chest-impaling-the-deck, position.
3. Dive bomber push-ups (same starting position as above) x 10. By the way, the guy in the clip is a little over the top, but he does demonstrate good form.
7 rounds of that, with a full recovery between each set of bounds. Compare/contrast the portion above to this workout. An additional note: I think of the “three-step bounds” as being performed exactly as a hurdle bound (at the 1:25 mark, in this clip), though with enough horizontal element to propel me up the step run. I shoot for traversing the total distance (41 steps) “as fast as possible”, here.
Then, to finish off the session, I did lunges on the way down the ramps. I really exaggerated the downward fall of each lunge step, turning the exercise into a plyometric-like altitude drop/catch at the bottom position of the movement (as demonstrated here, at the :42 mark). Then I had to tote that friggin’ medicine ball all the way back home 🙂
Next up, I’ll have a post covering a reader’s question concerning the compatibility of endurance athletics and the Paleo lifestyle. Also on tap, coverage of the slow-go version of an eye-of-round roast. This little baby is in the oven — and smelling damn good, too — as I write.
Enjoy the last day of the holidays, for tomorrow we head back to the grind in earnest.