Thursday, August 7th, 2008...11:09 am
kinda clumsy
Workout: Max Effort Bench Press with Bands
Combo Catch of the Day: Istanbul was Once Constantinople Here’s the times for last week’s challenge “Ray Hearts Steve”:
And here’s my attempt:
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That’s Chewy in the funnel hat at the beginning of this post. Poor guy has an infection on his foot and, like most of us, likes to lick his wounds. Not only was the kitty doc not thrilled with that, but he said Chewy was FAT. Not unlike an athlete, Chewy is buffed, and not unlike a hillbilly, chewy is furry. So apparently feline BMI-type scales are as skewed as the human equivalent, not taking sheer insane muscularity (and hairiness) into account. Trainer Allyson, Chewy’s true mommy, says I’m enabling him right into a future of kitty diabetes. I say he’s just super buff and should eat like an athlete. Somehow I think she’ll win this debate.
Meanwhile, the poor guy is pretty blue. So on your next visit to the Tribe, make sure to give cone-head his love. He’s a depressed little muscular fur-ball.
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Not only is this weekend the Tommy Kono Open on Sunday, which Deane, Ed and I will all be competing in, but on Saturday there will be a coaches clinic anyone who wants to learn from the man himself. Noon at Sac High. Only $20.
Then or course, Sunday will be the meet. I guess they’re charging a $5 fee to folks who want to watch, and I’ve always found that a little silly. Let the folks come out and support their friends and family for free, darn it.
There’s one thing that glares out at me when I review my technique tapes and any of the videos I’ve made. I ain’t pretty. Anything that passes for grace is only through the eye of the beholder (or sheer luck on my part). So let my minor accomplishments be that my otherwise clumsy, gawky limbs can learn to do a few challenges that require some semblance of dexterity. In other words, if I can do it, anyone can. So get busy, America!
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August 7th, 2008 at 11:32 am
I have long known that I’m naturally clumsy, and only intense precise training for most of my childhood lets me pass for average deft these days.
The clumsy part still shows up, though. I’ve broken both arms, both big toes, both thumbs and roll my ankles. I drop things and walk into walls. Think where I’d be if I hadn’t trained.
August 7th, 2008 at 12:25 pm
Yup, sans training we’d be a wreck. I still trip or knock my hips into counters with amazing accuracy, but, thanks to training, my recovery is remarkable, like a gymnast nailing a landing. So although I’m still a klutz, I always land with some poise. Haven’t fallen on my face in years.
Stupid things I’ve done in the gym:
Dropped a 10 pound dumbbell directly onto my head after someone handed it to me from above.
Smashed my knee between two kettlebells after attempting a bottom’s up press with them.
Hit same knee with club the next day.
Opened a cut right above my eye with a club right after finishing up a workshop.
Dropped a 115 pound bar with an additional 50 pounds in chains directly on my head during the ascent of a wobbly overhead squat (that one stung a little).
and the most recent: while experimenting with some new exercises during the filming of a sandbag exercise video, I aborted a poorly executed lift, dropping the sandbag on my head, which, even with a heavy sandbag, is not much of an issue. BUT the strap wrapped around my neck as the bag fell in front of me and pulled my head down so fast that I’m surprised i didn’t either lose my head or snap my neck. I nearly missed slamming my face into a box by about 2 inches and I crumbled to the floor.
See folks… I pre-fate the gym for you. With all my screw ups, the chances of any of you repeating them are quite low.
August 7th, 2008 at 12:42 pm
I can fall down better than anyone I know, and my skill at walking is the primary reason I ride a bike.
I also arose from ’sleeping’ with two different women (on two separate ocassions, and both for the first time) and walked into doorframes so hard I opened up bloody gashes in my eyebrows. From this I have learned that it’s best if I just crawl to the bathroom that first night. I still hit the damn door frame, but at a much reduced speed.
If I had a cone, it would serve as early warning.
August 7th, 2008 at 3:00 pm
I know clumsy. I once (when a lad of 14 years) slid a 45 lb plate right off a 3-foot high pin without grabbing it. It fell directly onto the big toe on my right foot. I ignored the pain until my friend noted that the front portion of my shoe was quickly turning red. After my shoe and sock were cut off, we discovered that the front portion of my toe was nearly severed, hangning on by the fleshy bit under the bone.
But damn, I wish I could go take part in the Kono festivities this weekend (as an observer/gawker, of course, not as a lifter/aspiring-coach). Damned family obligations…
August 7th, 2008 at 4:12 pm
I still haven’t decided what it means if you fairly often knock the lemons off the display, but then catch a couple before they hit the ground. Klutz? Fast hands?
August 7th, 2008 at 7:55 pm
Let’s see, my injurious behaviours: Clocking me nose on a barbell (pulled off the W.C. Fields for a week or two), knocked (hard) the top of me head on bar setting up for squats (dizzy for second or two), and, one away from the Jym, pulled off a concussion getting thrown from my sensei, forcing the landing, and ending up on me neck. But chicks do dig scars, right? Please, please be true. Probably not emotional ones though, huh?
August 8th, 2008 at 9:09 am
Oh, martial arts stories…
In my early tae kwon do days I routinely sparred with a black belt who was not only quite fast but pretty darn cute. But she had a habit of kicking me in the groin, and i was the ONLY one she did this with. Twice, once during a routine knee-up drill where no kick was required. I was cup-free for both instances. In my fantasy world it was because she liked me.
August 9th, 2008 at 10:34 pm
Nothing better than falling face first and boobs second onto waist high stack of bumper plates in a weightroom full of people while attempting to do box jumps because my rubber soled lifting shoes caught the rubber mat. Oops!
August 10th, 2008 at 2:19 pm
Chip, nice job at the Kono! Next time lift with the real men! Lol
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