Okay. Focused on cardio today since it’s what I’ll be able to do movement-wise post-surgery.
12 minutes on treadmill 4.0 mph, 8% incline
12 minutes on stair climbing thingy (this machine kicked my ass)
12 minutes on spin bike (counted down the minutes)
On a positive note, my legs were fried after a mere 36 minutes of this cardio nonsense.
Yeah I enjoy running outdoors for the fresh air and scenery but the idea of slogging away on a treadmill or stairmaster feels me with dread. I used to do it, too…but no more.
It’s snowing AND the sun is out. Ahh, Colorado at 7,290 feet of elevation.
Another day of supersetty upper body exercise. I just keep adding wee bits of weight and see how my shoulder tolerates it. I can’t wait to be done with this and be back in the bench again. Ten days until I go under the knife. The time can’t go fast enough.
Bicep Concentration Curls
3/10/17.5
A) Tricep Rope Pressdown
3/10/50
B) Neutral Grip Seated Row (I could do it today with elbow in tight and very light weight. More for range of motion than anything else.)
3/10/40
Yes, it’s general anesthesia. I inquired about conscious sedation, but the surgeon reminded me that power tools are involved. I don’t take narcotics, so the two weeks or so following the procedure will be pretty darn . . . challenging. I’m feeling quite melancholy about my last lifting sessions for some time.
i know it may not help TOO terribly much, but, could you talk yourself into believing that this shoulder surgery is one more way to prove how fucking awesome you are? i mean, we know youre incredibly determined, i just hate seeing you so disappointed about all this and i know what kind of an impact attitude has on recovery…
Damn, CBear. If you continue being so nice and supportive, you’re going to lose your reputation for being such a bitch. And that would truly suck.
At any rate, thanks for the list of all my wonderful traits. And I’m fine mentally. Perhaps you were referring to the statement I wrote about a lost sense of humor? But I was referring to the professionals at my son’s school; not me. My sense of humor is quite intact.
Actually, I think I’ve had a degenerative shoulder problem for quite some time. Tearing the tendon at the meet was just the straw that broke the camel’s back, I believe. And getting it fixed may actually allow me to be a halfway decent bencher someday. I’m not worried about coming back. I will.
Yes, Maschy, I still see my coach regularly. He’s essentially my training partner, although he handles other lifters and travels all over the country to officiate at meets. He’s kind of a fixture in the industry.
Only 10 days left? See, that month flew by. And it sounds like you’ve managed to maintain some strength and range of motion, which will really help your recovery. I’m excited to see how quickly you get back to kicking ass post-surgery!
The good thing about your son’s counselor making such a big deal about the mad libs: there must not be too much real trouble at your son’s school for them to deal with. The death of humour is saddening, though.
So I did my cardio triumvirate (treadmill, stair stepping thingy, spin bike) for intervals today. Not tons of fun, but I do get all hot and sweaty, which makes me feel like I must be accomplishing SOMETHING.
So here’s the question. I have one heavy squat day left before my surgery. I was planning to do it Friday. But now I’m thinking of putting it off until Monday just to have something to look forward to. (Is this a clue as to how pathetic my life is? Or just how pathetic I am in general?) I figure it may be the end of the summer before I can hold a barbell on my back again to squat. So this is an IMPORTANT decision.
Not pathetic- I thought Claire just covered that? I’m thinking you’d be happier if u saved the squats til Monday. U might b bummed all weekend if u finished those squats and then counted the days til surgery.
In a weird sort of way, I completely understand your mind set on this one. I’d wait until Monday and savor it. Then leave the disappointment at the gym and go into surgery with tunnel vision as to the best way to rehab.
As my husband’s ankle surgeon told him (after he broke all the bones in his left ankle hiking at the top of a big mountain off of which it took 30 people to carry him) “you get the recovery that you work for”.
And you, my dear, have the capacity to work your ass off.