Some things are easy to gauge — strength and endurance and weight — because we have the tools at our disposal to measure them. Other things are trickier — sleep quality, or various nutritional balances — but still within the realm of doable for someone who is attentive and attuned to how their body works. But for some things, there’s no real substitute for professional diagnostics and evaluation.
And this brings us to today’s subject, which is going to come as something of a surprise to most readers.
Your not so humble scribe has what has somewhat coyly become known as “Low T.”
I can’t in good conscience make any kind of self-aggrandizing remarks about being the “king” – especially with around. :-) However, at ‘s urging, I did try to do some “King” deadlifts. These are basically a one-legged variant, where the non-working leg kind of waves around behind you as if in an unsupported lunge; my form is, in a word, abysmal, but will hopefully suck less with practice and stretching.
I began with bodyweight, then +45 pounds, and finally +95 pounds. Obviously, my balance needs work and my hip flexibility is lacking, but I think they’re going to be interesting. Video here. (On a side note, I’m both pleased and kind of freaked out that my camera’s audio was good enough to catch the stereo’s music well enough for Youtube to identify and flag it.)
Following that, I moved on to conventional ones, and, for a taste of cinema verite, here’s the unedited entirety (note: this hardly makes for thrilling theater, and is currently being gnawed on processed by YouTube after uploading, if it doesn’t show up just yet) of that portion of my workout (doing heavy triples and doubles up to a 2RM, which was, gratifyingly, within 5% of where I was before I broke my hand in August).
We’ll see how well this works.
Yes, it really is a hundred degrees in my garage.
Unfortunately, the audio (Trans-Siberian Orchestra’s “Carol of the Bells”) was scrubbed for copyright reasons.
Actually, it’s just the boss who’s out of the office today, stuck in an all-day training class, so we’ve been playing “Name That Tune” with some old metal between calls.
This is going to be one of my favorite workout songs until I go deaf.
Yeah, I thought the Bangles were cute. Then again, I was thirteen, and was only just barely beginning to think that girls might be fun to look at. The song, however, remains catchy.
Walking for more than a mile and a quarter with the pair of 36# kettlebells in 90+ F heat, however, continues to be deeply unpleasant.
At some point, I’m going to wise up to the fact that I can’t lift for shit when all I’ve had is two cups of coffee and a protein shake. Today was not that day, obviously, but that didn’t stop me from trying it anyway.
Of course, nothing good or impressive came of it, but it beat not doing anything, or spending an extra hour getting my ass summarily handed to me during the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 free multi-player demo Steam is offering this weekend (12GB? Seriously? Yes, it’s pretty in that “Yep, I’m crossing Fallujah off my to-visit list” kind of way, but jesus fuck).
The opener, a dozen turkish get-ups, were done on a dare/bet. I was hoping to make 20, but there was no goddamned way that was going to happen this morning. There’s video of those below the cut.
15/9/3+ – Bench Press, with interstitial deadlifts (since being sore all week from squats wasn’t sufficient disincentive last time around)
Turkish Get-Ups (54# KB): 1×12 (4 R, 3L, 3R, 2L)
Bench Press: 1×15 @ 45 / 1×10 @ 95 / 1×5 @ 135
Bench Press: 3×5 @ 165 / 3×5 @ 185
Deadlift: 1×10 @ 135 / 1×10 @ 185 / 7×5 @ 225