One of the recurring themes here at By Spear And Axe has always been the subject of strength. Yes, I’m kind of obsessed with the idea of it. Part of the reason for that is that for so much of my life, I didn’t have any. I was the proverbial 98-pound weakling growing up (though I weighed less than 98 lbs for much of that time).
As a result, I dealt with some variations of what I can only describe as hell because of it. I lacked the strength to do anything about it and, frankly, my requests for help in learning how to fight were rebuffed by my parents. I was kind of hosed.
However, as soon as I could get into a weight room, I did. The allure of iron was strong, and I spent a lot of time in the gym.
I didn’t have a damn clue what I was doing, but I spent a lot of time in the gym. I only wish someone back then had given me a copy of Mark Rippetoe’s book, “Starting Strength.” Continue reading “8-Week ‘Starting Strength’ Program Review”
I’ve had kind of a crappy week this week. Yes, it’s because of what happened in Las Vegas. Yes, I will talk about it here at a future date, but not right now.
For what it’s worth, as a gun writer in my daily life, I’ve been writing a lot about what happened, and it’s impossible to cover a topic like that and an event like that and it not take a bit of a toll on you. Nothing like what those who were there experienced, mind you, but a toll none the less.
And the thing I noticed is that the one thing that really got me stoked was thinking about my kettlebells. Continue reading “Bringing In The Kettlebell”
I spend a lot of time on YouTube watching videos and listening to podcasts. Yes, I’m a dork. Sue me.
Anyway, earlier today I started brushing up on kettlebells. You see, I’ve loved kettlebells for years now because they’re an incredibly cost-effective piece of fitness equipment.
As I watched the videos on kettlebells, I returned to a question I’ve asked myself a hundred times at least. “Can you gain mass with a kettlebell?”
Since I was already at YouTube, I decided to take a look, and that’s when I did something I know better than.
I looked at the comments.
Continue reading “Strength Versus Size”
So it’s been about 24-hours since I completed the first day of DDP Yoga, which gives me a bit of an opportunity to talk a bit about how that went.
First, I’m not feeling particularly sore, which I would have thought I would have despite the relatively easy effort required doing what’s called the Diamond Dozen.
Of course, that’s not particularly surprising because the Diamond Dozen is really more of a lesson on what the moves are and how to do them. Yoga is all about postures, and you have to do them properly to get the most out of them. Diamond Dozen is about covering those bases so you can start the first real workout with at least some knowledge of just what the hell you’re doing.
Even so, I still expected some soreness.
Of course, I do have a bit…in my wonky shoulder. Continue reading “DDP Yoga – The Aftermath: Part 1”
Yes, I’m just starting a relaunch of this site’s focus, and I’m going to complain about injuries. Go me.
But, then again, I’m injured. I have been for a while, and I’m not completely sure what the problem is. My right shoulder gives me a little twinge when I do certain things like pulling. Not massive, but enough to let me know something isn’t right.
So, since it started during a workout a couple months ago, I did the sensible thing. I stopped lifting.
However, the injury hasn’t really gotten any better. Again, I’m not sure why, but it is what it is and I have to deal with it.
So, for a little while now, I’ve been thinking about something that I was a little hesitant to try: Yoga. Continue reading “Dealing With Injuries”
I spent a good bit of my childhood being weak. I was smaller than the other kids, and not necessarily due to height. That came later.
But what I was happened to be skinny as hell. I inherited this from my father, who was a notoriously thin man despite his profession in law enforcement. However, I didn’t really care where I got it from, I wanted to know how to get rid of it.
One day, one of my parents–I can’t remember which–handed me a couple of five lbs dumbbells. I was still in elementary school, and they were kind of heavy at the time, but I lifted them and lifted them until they weren’t.
Then…nothing. Continue reading “The Glory of Strength”