my workouts I regularly strap, wrap and cinch myself together
to protect this or that and to enable me to outdo my unsupported
self. This is quite legitimate as few athletes of any sport perform
free of gear of one sort or another for very long. Continual adjustments
are required as I move about the equipment in my multi-set fashion
to secure one pair of wraps suitable for one particular exercise
and release another that is not. Certain straps need to be bound
tightly to enable me to exceed a joint's limits and quick removal
is advisable as circulation is inhibited Thank heaven for
belt is necessary for the overhead load yet resists my efforts
when bent over and pulling at an angle. The wrist strap has been
in place too long and my hand is deep blue, swelling and numb.
Anybody see my belt? I thought I left it here by the chalk box.
Heavy-duty knee wraps take tedious minutes to gather and re-roll
while the wrist straps and elbow wraps, looped around my appendages,
hang long and loose between sets. I look like the Curse Of The
Untidy Mummy in a tank top and Nikes.
squats with pullovers is engaging as I juggle my belt-cinching
and knee wrap procedures (wrapping, un-wrapping and re-rolling)
for the heavy leg movement with tight wrist strapping and meticulous
elbow wrapping (or is it strapping?) for the pullover. A notorious
volume trainer I sometimes carry on like a clown for seven or
ten rounds of this act before fatigue and confusion overcome me.
Once I hoisted a loaded Buffalo Bar across my shoulders and backed
out of the rack to dig into a hopeful set of four reps... you
can do it, Draper. I squinted into the polished mirror before
me and noted that my wrists were impenetrably bound in heavy-duty
safety-red elastic binding, my bandage-fortified elbows could
take a bullet and my absolutely indispensable thick black leather
belt lay limply next to my rumpled, totally essential knee wraps
on the floor behind me. Something's wrong with this reflection.
I got the reps but it's confusing out there.
yeah. I never fail to carry water, a power drink, tissues (runny
nose) and a towel on my excursions and on occasion add gloves,
bar grip-expanders and a manta ray to the collection. Exhausting.
I have enough inventory and strategies for a small business. One
day I will go Public.
are times when I go out to the wilds of the gym floor, er, naked:
just my gym clothes and me. What freedom. What courage. What innocence.
Truth is, the goofy heap of added attractions allows me to train
harder and heavier with less risk and less damage and soreness.
I'm getting the hang of it after all these years and I appreciate
the hand-eye coordination and the pacing mechanism their application
provides. They contribute a playful dimension to the already playful
sport without resorting to aerobic contraptions resembling Harleys
and Corvettes. They come in pairs and in colors and are under
twenty bucks, belts excluded.
Crazy December. Laree asked me to make this note short and sweet
as "Everybody's celebrating or shopping. Time is fleeting."
fly high and enjoy the view. It's beautiful up here, isn't it?
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