Nothing
I’ve been on training vacations. I should be doing some sort of “basic” or light training, or whatever that may prepare me better for the competitive year. I used to be good at this type of stuff… But the truth is, without the lifting itself, I just keep postponing everything except running.
Maybe this is all for the good. Some schools claim lifters need a “nothing” long period for CNS recovery. Others prefer some kind of low intensity training, with light loads. Until December 29, that is probably what I was doing. No lifts were included in my routine, which is painful, but ok.
I spent the holidays with friends at the beach. They own a gym with powerlifting equipment, but I totally avoided that corner.
Today is January the 9th and since January 2 I haven’t done anything besides running and rubber training, and even then, just a couple of times (the rubber, which is really boring). This is wrong… I know it is… I know physiotherapists disagree over that matter and cannot find a consensus. I have been prescribed these exercises while recovering from my first acro-myo-clavicular injury episode. It is chronic and reflects on little rotator cuff or anterior deltoid tendon insertion inflammations. The rubber really helps in my case, and I don’t know why I am not doing it.
The end of the year was a total disaster: a disorganized team, the tragic end of an important relationship, friends falling apart all around me, disrupted projects – I just couldn’t handle it anymore. Got tired. Holidays make everything worse. I am so glad they are over. Can’t wait until “Carnaval” (Mardi Gras like holiday, which literally stops economic and social life in Brazil) is done with, early February. Until then, we live in suspended animation – no one takes anything seriously.
Yesterday I started my Tai-chi and qigong training again, which brings more focus to the competitive year (and to life itself). And Monday I will resume lifting proper. I know this is when I get serious. And I am putting my best hopes that now I will lift this curtain of depressive smoke that seems to have settled over my life.
