It’s Just a Slump
Dave, in The Monkees
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You’re in a slump. We all have them, the valleys of our lives, those regrettable times when nothing goes right, contentment and achievement are vague memories, and future expectations of either are doubtful.
It’s not one thing in particular that knocks you out of whack; it’s an accumulation of things. The world is falling apart at the seams. Your immediate surroundings are maddening -- traffic, weather, leaky roof, potholes, bills, the sameness of things.
And the gym is no longer the answer as it should be, but is part of the problem -- the weights are heavy, your joints ache, there’s no pump, the sweatpants are tight in the waist, the t-shirt is baggy in the shoulders, you have a lousy attitude and the mirrors are grimy.
Eating junk or taking a layoff -- common approaches to manage the mess -- only make things worse. Negativity spawns negativity and you tire in attempts to raise your heavy spirits.
Sometimes you’ve gotta let go and be still. This does not mean give up or give in; it means stay tight and hold on, look and listen. It’s called being strong... and courageous, confident, hopeful, patient, disciplined, slightly desperate and a little mad.
This is tougher than we think, bombers. Look what we’re dealing with.
The world situation: Who can fix it? We’ve been trying forever, here we are today and it’s still a beautiful mess. Still, our individual participation is vital. Don’t do anything to make it worse, and maintain a positive and productive atmosphere around you. Contribute where you can with your talents, knowledge, awareness and energy, and recognize in your head and heart that you are doing just that. You count. You influence your surroundings far more than you realize. Your smile can light up a room; your glare that room can darken. Imagine what your laughter can accomplish right about now. Earthshaking.
The local situation: It’s called daily living. We all face it, endure it and cope with it. Now is the time to recall we have also loved it, applauded it and could not get our fill of it. The road is winding and rough, and then it’s a highway. There’s the storm and there’s the calm, the steep climb and the mountain’s peak. One cannot be without the other, you note if you’re paying attention.
Here it comes again. Breathe deep; grab on, hold tight and go with the flow. Look up; observe, learn and grow. This too will pass.
The training situation: Before we talk about the gym and the iron, throw a net around your diet and pull it in. When folks get blue, they head to the fridge for ice cream. If that doesn’t work, they’re into the kitchen cupboard for cookies. The phone is the next source for sausage pizza from Luigi’s Italian Hut. Finally, it’s the family, the family car and The Swedish Smorgy across town. All you can eat, $7.99.
Eating garbage to fix a mean attitude is like adding dry timber to a raging forest fire.
The gym situation: ah, the only place you have control. Even when the weights are virtually bolted to the floor, you have control.
You can practice exhilarating isometrics, exertion with no apparent purpose other than pure exertion. Deeply rewarding and downright fun, pain with no relief. That, indeed, is the worst scenario I can think of. You’ve gotta give the old-timers a lot of credit, pushing and straining and groaning without movement, pump or achievement... only trembling and deep, dark, silent pain. Mercy, it’s gotta get better from there.
A light bulb goes on. Let’s move light weights, since the heavy weights won’t. We have nothing to lose and everything to gain. We are in the grips of a slump and the only thing standing in the way is the towering unquenchable ego -- a hairy monster with a big stomach and a little brain.
The intellect tells us muscle in motion under resistance stimulates tissue growth, and adds to the entire system’s health and wellbeing. Commonsense and experience tell us not every day is triumphant. And the Good Book tells us there’s a season for everything, reaping and sowing, pumping and burning. Today, it’s light weights with focus on form and muscle stimulation; high burning reps rather than low power reps; feeling, discovering and enjoying instead of intense exertion, maximum concentration and critical pain.
The path to accomplishment is not always straight or clearly defined. Sometimes the traveler, if savvy, will abandon the ordinary trail to circumvent perceived obstacles. He might, for expedience, try a direction less frequently chosen. Or, the rascal might go left instead of right simply because he wishes to -- the freedom and fun of it.
Sometimes eager steps forward are steps too many, steps backwards or steps into the abyss. Where one day heavy weights engender hypertrophy, another day they may engender injury. Squats today, as duly prescribed, might overload the knee or back if the lifter is unfocused and out of touch.
If you don’t have the desire, brain fuel, mettle, oomph or heart to blast it, make a series of snaps, crackles and pops. They’re less explosive and get the job done.
The years in the gym and under the iron have a way of wearing us down. To carry on we must be inventive and half crazy. A worn-down lifter no one can tolerate, neither the lifter himself nor those within a stone’s throw. Worn-down lifters, like those tossed stones, become pebbles, then sand and grit, and finally dust.
I’m allergic to dust. Dust makes me sneeze. It’s time to improvise.
Anything goes when creative, half-crazed lifters combine exercises and execute them with continuity. They know how to blend two or more exercises so they become one; they know intimately the affinity and purpose of the movements. They sense them as elements in the formation of a compound (H2O), spare words in a command (Just Do It), notes in a catchy tune (do, ray, me, fatso, la, ti, do).
There’s a popular link on davedraper.com to my age-old Slumpbusters, 10 favorite exercise combinations that entertain and blast, change direction, challenge the norm, save time, get to the point and build muscles.
Thirty, 40… almost 50 years have gone by since I first tried these. Why use them? Cuz you’re hungry and they work; you’re half crazy and why not. Here, check them out.
So who said they’d be revolutionary? It’s not the movements and their combinations. As always, it’s the lifter and the performance.
See ya... The Bomber
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