Last week was a crescendo of epic proportions. I genuinely felt like my body had just given up. I get home from work, sit down for a half an hour and then struggle to get up. Not mentally, physically. Everything is becoming so laboured, aches and pains everywhere, fatigue, faintness, it has been a struggle.
I am writing this an hour away from a chest and back day, not wanting to go. After been up for an hour, my eyes are just wanting to shut, even my fingers are proving tough to move.
In theory I am doing most things right, my diet is cleaner, my protein intake has increased, I still do not drink alcohol. Yet the benefits are yet to be reaped. I’m tired boss, very tired.
Monday is chest and back. I went in just a earlier to get on the bike as I still cant run( more on that later) As anyone who has previously read this will know, it generally follows a similar trend . Super setting two exercises, chest then back, on after another. The warm-up set leads to four sets at 12-15 reps each. Bench, rows, incline, lat pulldown, decline and then into more rows. I knew I was fighting against it when my usual jovial complaining was just whining. This hurts, that stings etc etc…. I could feel that Mondays workout was going to have its toll as the blood rushed around my body. Sure enough it did, Even the plank into sit up routine had my abs (or lack of) in pain for the week. I was in there for over an hour, and regardless of my complaining, it was still a solid workout. With Davy offering some sound advice on mobility throughout after stating “You have the mobility of a 90 year old”
Tuesday is leg day, and Vinnie was on hand, to put me through my paces. We started with a squat and lunge warm up, into a freebar routine that tried to focus on getting my squat lower. Between my ankles and glutes, I cannot get very low, even if I wore abercrombie jeans and boots with the fur. We went through a full hour long routine, but my mind is so hazy I cannot recall much of it. The following days, amazingly the legs were not in too bad shape, and I started to get that familiar itch to go back running.
It all seemed to climax on this day. I went for a slow jog on the treadmill, thinking it would help the calf get back into action, it did not. After that it all went downhill from there., Feeling the burn is one thing, however my shoulders were on fire. Not the good kind either, the hot poker into your skin kind. My mobility is just not there. Knowing that I can easily push up more weight then what was required and yet unable to do so, is truly humbling. Years of a fuck it sure, be grand attitude when I came to stretching has really come back to bite me in the rotator cuff. When we did tricep dips after , the sensation in my shoulder was strange, a kinda relief, as my arms pushed up and down. The real relief though was when the session was over, it was a day one would rather forget.
I went in Saturday to do some cardio and mobility excercises. To be honest I was not prepared for the strain. Simple things were quite painful, my ankles clicked and clacked as I tried to spell out the alphabet with my foot. A mate had seen my plight online last week and sent on the following below which I hope will be helpful. Thank you JC!
To be fair, everyone in the gym was understanding and offered solid advice. You need the patience of a saint to deal with me last week. If you want to make a change, you can contact Davy on 0892528904 or email [email protected]