“We can either have democracy in this country or we can have great wealth concentrated in the hands of a few, but we can’t have both.”
I started out on my trusted fixie Saturday, 14-hours into an intermittent fast, with the idea of doing a quick barefooted sprint session at the ECU athletic complex before coming home and setting in to watch Lance defend his 3rd-place position in the TdF. As I approached Dowdy-Ficklen stadium however, I thought I might rather hit some stadium sprints instead.
As luck would have it, the stadium was in fact open; lots of action going on, with football recruits moving in and out of the training complex. August is fast approaching, which means the kick-off of football season is a mere 5 weeks or so away. Damn I miss that game. But anyway, I digress…
I eased on through the gates, circled around through the concourse to the ramps, and had
just begun my ascent when I spied a new stash of tractor tires and bumper plates staged for a little outdoor fun for the football recruits. Change number two to the day’s plan came about when I decided that performing overhead lunges up the entire stadium ramp complex, with a 20kg bumper plate,seemed like a fabulous idea.
Now there are 20 ramp segments from the Dowdy-Ficklen concourse to the stadium’s upper deck, and I managed between 11 and 15 lunges per segment…so let’s see, that’s — I dunno, a whole hell of a lot of damn lunges. Performed on a steep incline. And with 20kgs straight-armed overhead.
Madness, right? Well, I did rest approximately 20 seconds between ramp segments; does that count for anything?
Eventually, I stumbled out onto the upper deck, recomposed myself, then hit a few rounds of step sprints while holding the bumper plate in front of me in a position somewhat similar to say, performing curls with an EZ curl bar. On each descent, I again straight-armed the plate overhead.
On the way back down the ramps (walking, not lunging), I did a combination of single-arm presses (as if I were “shot putting” the plate) and straight-arm overhead lockouts.
Now I’ve had sketchier fixie rides on the way home after a tough workout, but I think this one won the “endeavor to persevere with toasted legs” prize. Not to mention that holding my head up with fried traps took a bit of doing.
So as many of you are undoubtedly aware, a tough workout in the middle of a fast will put the squelch on your appetite for a good while following. I rode this wave for all it was worth (about 4 hours, post workout), and finally ate about 6 PM that evening — eggs, ham, raw milk and a smattering of fruit and berries — purposely holding the carbs to a minimum. I grazed the rest of the evening on raw cheese, salami (a poor choice, I know — it was situational), pork roast and a little bit of sweet potato with raw butter. And I made sure to down plenty of fish oil as well.
Hey, if Lance can dust it up with the youngsters in the TdF, I can give the football recruits at ECU a little something to talk about. “Yo, you see that crazy mo’ fo’ over at the stadium…?