The first day back to training after a hiatus, regardless of why you’ve had a hiatus, can be exhilarating. The feel of iron in your had, the tension in your muscles, all of those things make always make me feel alive.
Then the next day happens, and…OUCH!
Right now I’m sore. Sore as hell. Walking is painful, to say the least. My lats are sore from the negative pull-ups yesterday as well. I can deal with those. But my poor, poor legs…
There’s a phrase. “Pain is just weakness leaving the body.” It’s popular in military circles apparently, though plenty of other folks have adopted it through the years. Personally, I freaking love it.
Soreness is part of training in the early days. It’s a sign that you’ve actually done something and your body is trying to adapt to it. You’ve caused microscopic damage to the muscle fibers, so they muscles are rebuilding just a bit stronger so you won’t do it again.
I know the science fairly well, but it doesn’t make the pain feel better.
Yet this vision, the idea that soreness is from all that is weak and pathetic leaving my body, running away from the onslaught coming? Oh, that makes it feel better.
OK, maybe not, but it makes me a lot happier about feeling the pain.
While I’m feeling some soreness, I’m going to going to take today lying down. As I noted yesterday, it’s a heavy bag kind of day for me, so I’ll be heading out there in a bit to do some heavy bag cardio. I might also pick up my sledgehammer and do some shoulder mobility exercises.
Speaking of my shoulder, it’s doing pretty well. I feel a bit of a twinge at the very top of its range of motion, but not much and that’s the worst of it. This is a good sign, especially since I was stupid.
Yesterday, I noted that I’d used light weights for my overhead press so I could take it easy on my shoulder.
Then I did pull-up negatives that…wait for it…put a strain on my shoulder!
Yes, I’m a freaking idiot.
I also happen to be a lucky idiot, though, since all is well with the shoulder compared to where it has been. In fact, I’d say it even feels better than it did with the yoga to rehab it. I’m not sure what to make of that, but it’s an interesting data point.
I’m now looking forward to tomorrow’s workout and will be heading outside to where I hang my heavy bag here in a moment to get a bit of training in for today.
The key now is to make this my new normal. This needs to be an everyday thing, something that I simply can’t live without. I don’t want it to just be routine, I want it to be something I simply have to do in order to have a functional day.
No, it doesn’t sound healthy, but you know what? Screw that. I do a lot of things some people think is unhealthy. I eat red meat. I shoot guns. I watch people try and beat the crap out of one another. I study how to kill people.
None of that sounds healthy, but it’s necessary. No, I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I won’t allow anyone to hurt me or mine.
So, with that in mind, making this my normal doesn’t sound quite so bad.
I just have to make it through a world of pain first.