Prisoner A
Thu, May-03-07, 17:20
I'm just having a very hard time wrapping my mind around
the concept.
But I see now that perhaps I'm just human after all.
The old Army daily PT was a blast. Wake up in the morning for
runs and calisthenics, then you're playing war all day, then
you hit the gym for weights most evenings.
It was fun in its own way, trying to stress the hell out of
yourself to see how far you could go.
But now that I'm approaching middle age, heck, I'm at a
performance plateau, and I'm looking into supplements. Main
thing, however, seems to be "overtraining."
How do you know if you're overtraining? I mean, I actually
enjoy the feeling of DOMS -- though I haven't had that in
quite some time. I also enjoy feeling tired and stressed,
because that's like a challenge to reach deeper inside myself
to pull up more "blood-n-guts"...it's like a game where I try
to keep pushing myself.
It seemed to have worked out well for me. Yomping
hundred-pound packs while playing wargames. Kinda miss those
days (though I don't miss the diaper rashes or weeks of no
showering). And I never realized that I was overtraining or
that my body was cannibalizing itself due to gluatmine
deficits and what-have-you.
So how do you know your'e overtraining when you're so used to
pushing your own performance envelope?? Of course, when I
fucked-up my back, that was a sure signal, yes, and now I'm
permanently fucked when it comes to running (thank God I can
still run and enjoy it, however more slowly). But otherwise,
how do you know???
It looks like I may have to cut back training to just ONCE a
week...holy shit...I love doing "full-body routines" where I
do ten or twenty sets for each muscle group -- in-between a
nice forty-minute jog before and after, interspered with
ab-work and stretching...I love the sheer "existential angst"
of it all, of all that, gasping as if expiring that very
second from my efforts. But it looks like that's what's
keeping me from making gains in size and strength. I still
can't believe it, but that's got to be it. I'm "overtraining,"
much as I enjoy the prolonged and frequent all-out efforts.
I dunno, just ranting here...I'm very sad to have to bid adieu
to the "total muscle failure" routine...it's probably a
personality thing, too: I love extremes. I really don't know
any other way to be. If I eat, I feast. If I relax, I go to
sleep. If I work out, I kill myself.
Nothing makes me feel old than this sense that I must be
moderate about things.
the concept.
But I see now that perhaps I'm just human after all.
The old Army daily PT was a blast. Wake up in the morning for
runs and calisthenics, then you're playing war all day, then
you hit the gym for weights most evenings.
It was fun in its own way, trying to stress the hell out of
yourself to see how far you could go.
But now that I'm approaching middle age, heck, I'm at a
performance plateau, and I'm looking into supplements. Main
thing, however, seems to be "overtraining."
How do you know if you're overtraining? I mean, I actually
enjoy the feeling of DOMS -- though I haven't had that in
quite some time. I also enjoy feeling tired and stressed,
because that's like a challenge to reach deeper inside myself
to pull up more "blood-n-guts"...it's like a game where I try
to keep pushing myself.
It seemed to have worked out well for me. Yomping
hundred-pound packs while playing wargames. Kinda miss those
days (though I don't miss the diaper rashes or weeks of no
showering). And I never realized that I was overtraining or
that my body was cannibalizing itself due to gluatmine
deficits and what-have-you.
So how do you know your'e overtraining when you're so used to
pushing your own performance envelope?? Of course, when I
fucked-up my back, that was a sure signal, yes, and now I'm
permanently fucked when it comes to running (thank God I can
still run and enjoy it, however more slowly). But otherwise,
how do you know???
It looks like I may have to cut back training to just ONCE a
week...holy shit...I love doing "full-body routines" where I
do ten or twenty sets for each muscle group -- in-between a
nice forty-minute jog before and after, interspered with
ab-work and stretching...I love the sheer "existential angst"
of it all, of all that, gasping as if expiring that very
second from my efforts. But it looks like that's what's
keeping me from making gains in size and strength. I still
can't believe it, but that's got to be it. I'm "overtraining,"
much as I enjoy the prolonged and frequent all-out efforts.
I dunno, just ranting here...I'm very sad to have to bid adieu
to the "total muscle failure" routine...it's probably a
personality thing, too: I love extremes. I really don't know
any other way to be. If I eat, I feast. If I relax, I go to
sleep. If I work out, I kill myself.
Nothing makes me feel old than this sense that I must be
moderate about things.