My physical therapy routine has been building and now takes me about 75 minutes to run through every other day. Today, floor presses with 4 lb. DBs were added. So funny because my left arm felt like I was pressing air while my right arm was sucking wind. I actually stopped mid-set to check that the weight of the DBs was the same. Ahh, the brain can play tricks. I also started some cable rows with each arm pulling its own weight (10 lb. was challenging).
I see my surgeon again in one week and am hoping to have most restrictions lifted. Overall, my shoulder is a fickle little bitch. It’s stiff and tight if I don’t use it and stiff and tight and painful if I use it too much. There’s a very narrow window of optimal use at this point. On the positive side, some muscularity is starting to show and my flexibility is good.
That sounds like great news. Rehad is like water dripping in a bucket. You think it will take forever to fill that bucket then you turn your head and the bucket is full. You will be slinging real weight around in no time.
So I worked at the USAPL Rocky Mountain State Games powerlifting meet today (weigh-ins and scoring table). Lovely to see PMPM, who was a judge, but oh so sad to not see our friend Brute.
It was kind of an unusual meet. First of all, there was a large contingency of blind lifters, which was really cool. Second, there were only three female lifters total, none of whom I knew and all of whom were very young. I believe it was a first meet for all three. After I weighed them in, the meet organizer realized that none of them even knew the lift commands. So he sent me off to the weight room to give them an abbreviated lesson in how to do a powerlifting meet, which is a bit humorous since I consider myself a neophyte still. One girl didn’t even bring a singlet.
These girls were a kick in the pants. They had no clue how to pick their numbers and played it VERY conservatively. They also made comments like “I don’t want to max out or anything” and “I don’t want to be sore tomorrow,” which I found extremely amusing in an affable way. When they’d come to submit their number for the next lift, they would ask my advice each time for what they should do next. Finally, a judge who was seated next to me told me that I needed to stop advising them because it was a bit of a conflict of interest.
Truly, they were a fun bunch but didn’t seem to be very competitive.
Talked to a[nother] seasoned lifter who had undergone rotator cuff surgery. He, also, told me that it would be a year before I could seriously lift. He strongly advised me against pushing myself and causing re-injury. I’ve been told that my surgery has a 25% failure rate within one year. I guess reattaching tendons is difficult business.
I’ve been told that my surgery has a 25% failure rate within one year. I guess reattaching tendons is difficult business.[/quote]
But that means it has a 75% success rate. Glass is half full thing. I hope your rehab continues to go well. You should post a thread over on the old people forum as well.
Hopefully it won’t take a year to get on track. However, if you’re like me, the year will be gone before you realise it anyway.
The meet sounds like a blast. Your helping the new girls is kind of how I felt helping out at the high school meet; kind of clueless but an absolute blast.
I’ve only watched the blind guys lift a few times but watching a guy squat 700lbs blind left an indelible impression on me.
Actually, the glass is three-quarters full. Thanks for the reminder, Eco. Sometimes I need to be knocked up side the head.
I’ve thought about moving to the old folks’ home (over 35 thread). May do so when this thread is retired and I’m back to being the strong, although old, beast that I am.
I really enjoyed helping the girls at the meet. I do find it to be a barrel of fun to be in the position of coach/instructor. It makes me think about becoming a trainer. But then I see and hear what trainers go through (right Mom-in-MD?). I would only want to work with people who are driven and don’t whine. And those types are few and far between in the gym.
The blind lifters were fascinating, O. I found myself feeling quite verklempt every now and then watching them.
i’ll send u with a care package. diapers, wipes, bed liners, cane, orthopedic shoes, HUGE glasses with chain i knitted myself while stoned, and the gasoline im sure you’ll want to use as perfume.
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Actually, the glass is three-quarters full. Thanks for the reminder, Eco. Sometimes I need to be knocked up side the head.
I’ve thought about moving to the old folks’ home (over 35 thread). May do so when this thread is retired and I’m back to being the strong, although old, beast that I am.
I really enjoyed helping the girls at the meet. I do find it to be a barrel of fun to be in the position of coach/instructor. It makes me think about becoming a trainer. But then I see and hear what trainers go through (right Mom-in-MD?). I would only want to work with people who are driven and don’t whine. And those types are few and far between in the gym.
The blind lifters were fascinating, O. I found myself feeling quite verklempt every now and then watching them.
I can teach you the commands, Joe!
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Outstanding, because somebody’s going to have to teach me.
Touchy, touchy, CBear. Thanks for the oh-so-kind care basket full of shit. Knitting while stoned. Interesting.
You gonna fly to Colorado, Joe? Or you expect me to fly to Alabama?
Heading off to the gym to do my lower body circuit:
5 x 10 of everything with a chintzy 3-lb. aerobics bar. No stopping. This is a fab time to focus on form so that when I can add some real weight I look beauteous.
RDLs
Squats
Conventional DLs
Sumo DLs
Good Mornings
Followed by machine work:
Lying Hamstring Curl
Leg Extension
Abduction
Adduction
Calf Raise
Stopped in a local gym this morning to watch the start of a 4,800 situp challenge. A local conditioning coach is doing it in honor of his 48th birthday and to raise money for a local man who just had an aneurysm but was uninsured. I watched the first 500 situps and will go back to watch the last several hundred. Ouch.
I say “nom” to your avi, ass slap to the workout, and you should DEFINITELY try knitting while stoned. when else would you have the patience to sit still?
