The Off Season – No Belt, No Caffeine, No Grace and No Plan

The Off Season – No Belt, No Caffeine, No Grace and No Plan

Mar 19, 2015

Watch me write 1000 words without any actual training to write about.

Ah the Off Season…….  As of right now, I don’t know when my next meet will be.  It’s possible I’ll be doing one in July.  It’s also possible I won’t be doing another meet until Raw Nats in October.  This is weird for me.  For the last 3 years, I’ve had all my meets planned out and I knew as soon as one ended how much training time I had before the next one.  There was always a plan and some specific goals.  Now I just have…….  time.

Ok.  That isn’t completely true.  We do have a plan.  Two of them, in fact.  The basics of both of them is that I get a serious deload at the beginning so I have a chance to fix the weird in my hips and just get a break from the heavy training.  Maybe spend some time screwing around with things I don’t normally do.  Maybe even do some <gasp> conditioning work.  Then, once we know more about what’s going on in July, we’ll make some other programming decisions.

Unfortunately, my off season got off to kind of a rocky start outside of the gym.

Warning signs

The night I got home of the Arnolds, I slipped on more ice (yes, again) walking around my car to get my bag out of the back and face planted.  Luckily, I have a fair amount of padding and it happened too quick for me to really get my hands out in front of me.  Aside from knocking the wind out of myself and a tiny bruise on my knee, I was was fine.  Just highly, highly irritated.

Sunday, the weekend’s festivities and travel finally caught up with me in a big way.  I did not get out of bed in time for yoga.  In fact, when I did finally get up, it was only to find breakfast and then to relocate to the couch for a nap.  It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that tired and smashed.  So much so that I took Monday off of work so I could nap some more and get stuff done around the house.

Tuesday starting with me threatening to take the puppy to the pound the third time she woke me up in the middle of the night.  Getting ready for work I realized my work shoes were MIA.   I got head-butted by an over zealous boxer when I went to help a friend, causing my sun glasses to smash into my nose and cut my face.  And finally, I realized I forgot my hair band and had no way to pull my hair up at the gym.

Wednesday I bumped a board on a work table in the garage as I was coming out of the laundry room and it bounced off the floor and smashed my toes.

Thursday I walked into some kind of access panel thing hanging on a column at work and hit it hard enough that people popped up out of their cubicles to check on me.

Friday I got run over by the puppy in her hurry to beat me to the backdoor.  She managed to step on toes on both feet, one of them just as I started to take a step which made it hurt even more than getting run over normally does (No idea why she needs to beat me there.  It’s not like she can let herself out).

The puppy

And you get a picture because she’s cute even when she’s being a pain in my ass….. Or my toes.

At this point, I’ve started to wonder if I’m just having really bad luck or if the universe is trying to tell me that toes are overrated by removing a couple of them.

I’m aware that I’m not the most graceful person but this has been bad even by my standards.   I’m not sure what I’m going to do if it keeps up.  At this point I’m just going to hope it doesn’t wander into my training as well.  Because that would be bad.

Oh and what about that training, you ask?

Honestly, there isn’t much of it yet.  I normally take the week after a meet mostly off.  I still lift (unless I’m traveling or at a conference or something which seems to happen a lot for some reason) but there isn’t a lot of structure to it.  Really it’s just about getting back under the bar and getting things moving around.  It’s also a time for me to do some work without all the pre-workout caffeine to kind of reset my tolerance and usually without my belt just to change things up.

Ordinarily, I would start my next training cycle the second week back.  But I’ve already been informed that isn’t happening this time.  I found this out when we were talking about how I might ramp back into my training.


Yeah, well your “structure” needs a break.

For the record, I am actually capable of ramping things down and staying light for a bit.  I really am.  But I still like to have a plan for it.  It’s really hard for me to walk into the gym and just wing it everyday.   But since there’s a reason I have other people doing my programming and wandering around calling me on my BS……


I squatted up to a whopping 135 and did 8 sets of 5.  Then I did benched up to 135 in sets of 10.    Really, the goal of all this was just to get moving around under the bar a bit.  Go ahead and laugh that I’m benching the same weight I squat.


Thursday was basically more of the same.  Front squats at 135 for 3 sets of 5 and then press at 105 for 3 x 5.


Even more of the same.  Squats up to 185 for 8×5.  Bench up to 155 in sets of 10.  And then I got talked into riding the Ass Bike.  Officially, it’s the Assault Bike, but between the laziness of the coaches in actually writing “assault” when it’s in the programming and the general hatred of the thing anytime anyone has to sprint on it……  Ass Bike.  I was supposed to ride it at a recovery pace.  Which I did.  For a while.  Then someone suggested to do a tabata with them.  For anyone that doesn’t know, a tabata is 20 seconds of work at max effort and then 10 seconds of rest for 4 minutes, which gives you 8 rounds.  I should have said no.  But how much trouble can I get myself in in 4 minutes, right?  More than you’d think.

Just breath and pedal.*

<gasp> I don’t know how to breath.  <gasp> Powerlifter. <gasp>

*This quote may not be correct.  Oxygen starvation apparently effects your short term memory.

It looks harmless enough.

It looks harmless enough.

I survived it.  I also spent the next 15 or 20 minutes having random coughing fits.  This was apparently my body trying to get all the cobwebs and dust out of my lungs.

And that was it for the week.  I made it back to yoga on Sunday where I was exceptionally whiny but got myself all stretched out and ready for another week when I will hopefully have a bit more to write about.


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