Madness Ensues. Or Whatever.
Ever had “that” week? Well, so did I. Sometimes, you stand in the middle of the whirlwind and sometimes you are the wind. This week, the metaphor is more of a semaphore. And, no, I have no idea what that means either.
But, sitting in the middle of the craziness was the barbell and the kettlebell. You really can get in a lot of reps if you don’t care what the number is or the set count or the time under whatever we call it now. Dave Draper has done a far better job of talking about the love affair between lifter and bar, but there are times, like this week, where I really “get it.” Nobody asks less of me than the weightroom and nothing gives back more.
So, we squat, press, pull, carry and snap over and over and over again and life makes more sense. I makes notes in my journal to do this or that, but I don’t note the reps and sets and weights because for a few brief moments…the world makes sense.
I have escaped to the gym and the discus ring many times in my life. For those who do not have the hiding place, the secret love affair with barbell and iron, I feel for you. Sometimes, I just don’t want the theories, the BS, the domains, the optimal this and that, and just spend some time moving the iron. It’s that week.