“Some read a self-help book, some find themselves under the pull-up bar. Some do a variation of both.”
Flipping The Switch.
When I think about it, I really do spend an inordinate time in my basement, which houses my make-shift home gym.
It would never be confused with the qualitative equipment you will find at your local commercial facility, nor does it hold any aesthetic beauty, but it is mine.
When I was in my very early twenties, I bought a few hundred dollars (my life’s savings at the time) of used gym equipment.
Olympic plates, a barbell, old-school power rack, a metallic preacher bench that just screamed 1970’s, a curl bar etc.
Solid equipment that I most definitely overpaid for at the time, but has resulted in dividends I can never put a price on.
I’m still using it to this very day.
I have had this stuff with me longer than virtually any current relationship, friendship, association etc, that I have in my life, other than basic family.
It has joined me in my various moves in location, has seen every aspect, the personal records, the wins, the the achievements, the injuries, the failures, the literal sweat & blood.
I haven’t belonged to a commercial gym for at least six years.
There are some aspects of the paid gym that I miss, some I do not.
It is awesome to have fixed dumbbells at your disposal, it is not awesome to try to perform farmers walks in a gym full of people and equipment.
I love the atmosphere, the camaraderie, the great people I have met that have inspired me, but don’t love when someone claims “squatters rights” in the squat rack, or elsewhere.
I love the extra push I seem to have in the commercial gym environment, but hate when someone decides to follow me around asking questions, or unloading all their problems on me as I’m trying to get a workout in.
The commercial gym is a ubiquitous cross-section of our populace, and also another avenue of personal development and self-improvement.—Some read a self-help book, some find themselves under the pull-up bar. Some do a variation of both.
Like everything in this life, commercial gym training and training at home both have their pluses and minuses.
A huge positive of training at home is that I can spend virtually all of my training time uninterrupted, focused, and for the most part un-distracted.
When I sold my business a few years back, my schedule improved, but my finances took a hit.
I figured that I was blessed to have everything at home, so a gym membership was a luxury I would not indulge in.
This focused, uninterrupted (for the most part) time allowed me to experiment. I was finally able to fixate on programming specific to goals, whether personal or vicarious.
Experimentation in frequency.
Experimentation of movements.
Intensity, volume, density.
This was, and still is my science lab.
Will I ever return to the commercial gym?
Never say never.
A switch can always be flipped.
To Nap Or Not To Nap?
For most of my adult life, I have always been a “night-owl.”
Due mostly to circumstance of jobs, I found myself more so running with the wolves, as opposed to flying with the eagles.
A few years ago things changed abruptly, and my schedule became much more morning-focused as I was working for the post office, while also trying to get my training in beforehand most days (before a 6:00 a.m. start.)
At this point, I knew that I had to make each moment count as my days were full. I knew that strength training on the basics were of utmost importance. 2-hour sessions in a commercial gym were not going to leave me with any time to cover even the essentials.
I decided that I needed to first and foremost, focus on the big multi-jointed, compound exercises and movements, like deadlifts, squats, presses, pull-ups & dips.
In fact, I dedicated months on end to targeting these basic movements, with no other goal than to always somehow attempt to improve on the previous session.
Life is never, ever a straight path.
Your life situation today may change tomorrow, or it may remain the same.
The only thing certain is uncertainty.
I no longer have the exact same schedule, but typically I’m up at an early hour. As I close in on 47 years old, I may be burning more calories through work/life/training than I ever have.
Training is nearly almost always done in the early morning hours still, but intensity is at a pinnacle and calorie burn through training and work schedule is at a challenging all time high.
I was never a “napper.”
But, in recent days, weeks, and months, I have found myself needing a “refresher” mid-day every so often when my schedule permits.
Maybe its age, maybe circumstance, maybe intuition.
These “naps” are anywhere from 5-20 minutes, but always seem to get me revamped, ready to tackle the rest of the day.
Maybe it’s genetic. I remember my dad coming home from work and lying on the living room floor for a half-hour, sort of drifting in and out.
Some are habitual nappers, some say they could not function after napping.
To Nap Or Not To Nap?
Where do you stand on this?
Healthy & Happy.
Living on this Planet Earth and dealing with the public each and everyday in my various jobs, roles and responsibilities for nearly 30 years, I noticed we all seem to have varying degrees of experiences in our crafts.
A plethora of great days, regular, just run of the mill days, and also the days you want to forget.
Regardless of what you choose to do to pay the bills, or where you focus, maybe if you are lucky it is your absolute passion.
If this is the case, you do certainly “wear it.”—-if you care about what you do and have this as a internal value and it is a passion.
You take the day personal.
You replay your performance, where you excelled, where you came up a bit (or quite a bit) short.
Usually, you think about where you can improve.
Possibly (if you are like me) you don’t necessarily relish and enjoy the “wins,” but the losses hit like a ton of bricks.
You wear them.
When a personal training client is struggling, I take it very “personal.” My focus is, “What can I do to help get this person right?”
And this is not only a focus, but also an obsession. It consumes my days & my thoughts.
I won’t stop until I know they are good. Until I know they can trust me to find an answer.
“Healthy & Happy.”
If any of my clients are not “Healthy & Happy” I’m not doing my job.
“Healthy & Happy” is always a predominant focus.
Regardless of a clients goal, intention, or target, my job, if I’m actually doing it right by them, is first to keep them “Healthy & Happy.”
Breaking everything down, I would rather make sure they are healthy, growing stronger (both physically & emotionally), enhancing their longevity, vitality and quality of life, as opposed to some quick fix, that I know will be a short-term gain, the spiritual equivalent of a simple sugar.
It is very easy to dangle a shiny new, novel object or approach, but is this serving them the best that I can?
I believe that this job, is not only a opportunity to help deliver expertise in the realm of physical improvement, but also and more importantly a duty & obligation to promote overall improvement and personal development.
To increase confidence.
To increase determination.
To facilitate and bring out their best.
Healthy & Happy.
Spring is my favorite season.
I love to see the flora & fauna reappear, growing seemingly every day.
Stretching incrementally longer, the sun finally making an appearance most days after the dormancy of winter.
There is a general feeling of renewal and possibility.
Of course spring also means baseball.—my first love.
With America’s Pastime just about to embark on the 2018 campaign, I recently was thinking about my early frustrations, education, and even some of the magic moments that were such a huge part of my adolescent, tween and teenage years.
I wanted to be a Omar Moreno.
Somehow I convinced my manager to let me bat first and play centerfield. 😀
Omar stole a ton of bases.
If he reached base via a walk or a slap hit the other way, you knew he was running.
I always had the same mindset, having speedy legs as possibly my only asset.
I would always, always take a huge lead, a Rickey Henderson type of lead, and just bolt for second.
Stealing second base is actually somewhat of a stable approach as far as odds are concerned.
So much has to go right for the defense to throw you out, make you look foolish for giving up a sacred out.
The pitcher has to be very quick, accurate and deliberate to the plate, the catcher has to defy physics and in almost one motion, catch the pitch, aim for the base, and deliver a precise throw before you arrive.
That’s a whole lot of moving parts.
Stealing third base was actually a bit easier.
You could get even more of a lead, you could give the opposing pitcher fits by moving all around, just within his sphere of peripheral vision, disrupting his rhythm.
You could also almost sense the panic, as you were already in scoring position, and the extra 90 feet you were seeking, would almost guarantee a run on a slow hit ground ball, or any fly ball of decent depth.
Stealing home though, that is a different story.
All the advantages become disadvantages.
You, as the runner need everything to go right, as the pitcher is only a 60 feet, 6 inches toss away and most likely holding the ball.
The catcher (before the silly rule that didn’t allow him to block the plate) was anchored and just waiting for the throw, wearing the “tools of ignorance,” ready to crush you.
Coincidentally, I was thinking about the art and science of stealing home yesterday, the incredibly level of difficulty, risk, and to my surprise, I happened to see this:
Did I tell you how much I love spring? 😀