Care to describe this hip prying thing? I might be able to offer some complimentary exercises ...
It sounds more sophisticated than it is, really. Not that the term "prying" is too sophisticated...
I basically grab something solid, like a door frame or squat rack and work myself into the best, lowest, "proper" squat position that I can. Then I stay there for a while, forcing myself even lower. I use the "proud guy/buddha belly" thing that Dan John taught me to work myself lower and lower.
I believe that I can no longer blame tight calves on this issue, since I seem to be able to stretch my calves far beyond what "normal" calved people can do now.
Could be ankle mobility and the hips, combined. I KNOW I've got tight hips, though.
A balance lunge is a reverse lunge where the rear leg never touches the ground. You use the trx as a support tool as you reverse lunge and then return to the upright position.
It sounds more sophisticated than it is, really. Not that the term "prying" is too sophisticated...
I basically grab something solid, like a door frame or squat rack and work myself into the best, lowest, "proper" squat position that I can. Then I stay there for a while, forcing myself even lower. I use the "proud guy/buddha belly" thing that Dan John taught me to work myself lower and lower.
I believe that I can no longer blame tight calves on this issue, since I seem to be able to stretch my calves far beyond what "normal" calved people can do now.
Could be ankle mobility and the hips, combined. I KNOW I've got tight hips, though.
And after you've been there for a while, if you let go of the pole, do you topple over backwards? What else do you do for hip mobility? And in which direction are they tight (ie is it hip flexors, glutes, rotators)?
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Only 10 minutes, but it was really, really a large amount of effort and a great accomplishment to do it in less time than the last time.
Jeez. Chaney's making describing the work level of this stuff really hard!
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And after you've been there for a while, if you let go of the pole, do you topple over backwards? What else do you do for hip mobility? And in which direction are they tight (ie is it hip flexors, glutes, rotators)?
I would topple over still. yes. I'm getting better, but without a counterbalance, I'd still fall.
I think it's the hip flexors, primarily. When I squeeze into position, it's those that are on fire.
fire hydrants, bridges, leg swings, reverse warrior lunge w/twist. I foam roll, too.
I would topple over still. yes. I'm getting better, but without a counterbalance, I'd still fall.
I think it's the hip flexors, primarily. When I squeeze into position, it's those that are on fire.
fire hydrants, bridges, leg swings, reverse warrior lunge w/twist. I foam roll, too.
Hmmm...I would fall, too. Is that because of a tightness or weakness or improper form? I can't even stay down more than 20 seconds or so....it just burns too much!
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Do you mean MB Slams, as in "Medicine Balls", or did you find a doctor who's into S&M?
Good work, man.
Bwahahahahaha that is good RL.
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Hmmm...I would fall, too. Is that because of a tightness or weakness or improper form? I can't even stay down more than 20 seconds or so....it just burns too much!
tight or weak. But, that means I can't get proper form in the range of motion I want. I can barely go parallel, and only after a long warmup and with a heavy weight to squish me down.
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Do you mean MB Slams, as in "Medicine Balls", or did you find a doctor who's into S&M?
Do you mean MB Slams, as in "Medicine Balls", or did you find a doctor who's into S&M?
Hmmm... the serial killer training is taking on a pattern...
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So if you perform well, do they send a recruiter after you?
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I was telling my wife about that (shut up). When we get back to the states I'll be making one for sure. That looks awesome. I don't really have any way to transport one right now...definitely looks interesting though.
That thing does look like it would be fun. No doubt it'll keep the neighbors guessing.
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So, that run was really hard. Really hard. Two blisters. One has blood, even. Plus, there's a bloody scrape on my knee and a cut on my leg. I'm sore all over. Especially my hamstrings.
I was unprepared. In more ways than one.
I aimed to get to the place 30 minutes prior to lineup. Bad move. I get there, and the lot is full, so a few of us are directed to another lot. From there, the Marine points to the direction of the race start, only when we get there (after running about 3/4 of a mile, cuz we're afraid of being late), it's the first lot.
The guy there points another direction and tell us we'd better run, as it's 1.25 miles away. For God's sake!
I start running, but the other couple of guys don't. They give up and walk. The 3/4 mile thing was like a warmup, but this is not good. Now, I wish they'd timed this part, because I'm willing to be that this is my fastest time, ever. Speedy (for me).
I get to the area, and the men have already left. I can see them off in the distance, but I still need to get my number. Eventually, they find it, so I'm off. I squeeze through the crowd of chicks waiting to leave and head out.
One girl with a stopwatch yells "Just know that you're starting 5 minutes and 32 seconds behind them!" I run a little harder.
As to the race, itself, it was mostly running. The obstacles were things to run over at first. Stride over some hay bales, etc. No biggie, but also no break from running.
Eventually, the real obstacles came. They sucked.
I wouldn't call it an obstacle, per se, but a firefighter showered us with water.
Then came all the vaulting and wall climbing. Too bad they had stacks of hay bales at the walls. No actual climbing required.
The vaulting was the absolute worst. 5 to 10 log fences to go over. I chose to vault them. Others sorta sat on them and swung their legs over. I went for it. Vault and leap! I'm sure there's something soft on the other side. Like dirt. There always was, too. Most of the others would hesitate at the top, like they were afraid to drop down. I just jumped over and hoped for the best.
I dominated the vaulting and walls. These and the pushups were the only areas where I wasn't screamed at. This is where I gained the most ground, going from last place to 755 out of 1200 men. Not all that good, and if i wasn't late, I might have made it up to around 400th place.
Of course, then it's back to running. My weakness. A lot of the sit-on-your-butt-and-drop-off-the-wall guys would pass me again. That was kind of annoying. Especially the guy who was running with the swim goggles. What's with that?
There were pipes to shimmy through, foxholes to drop into and climb out of. Nets to crawl under. Big nets where you have to high-step from opening to opening. More water sprays to run through. More vaulting. Two pushup stations.
And lots and lots of drill sergeants to yell at us. Do they send these guys to school to develop that voice. They all had it. Some sounded pretty fake, though.
Of course, there were Jr. Seebees handing out cups of water and helping out along the way, too.
This was my first "race," other than cycling and mt bike riding. It was fun to cross the finish line with all the people cheering you on like they know you. I didn't recognize any of them.
Bad feet--I've run this far before, in the same shoes and socks, with no problems. I think it was the rushing around and being hounded by drill sergeants that which made me run faster and differently (probably). They don't really hurt so much, now. But earlier, my feet killed.
I met a lot of people at the "fair" afterward, too. Most were from far away places, so I'll never ever see them again.
It was a lot of fun, and with a little effort, I can do MUCH better next year. Although, next year I'd like to have a team, instead. The teams looked like a lot of fun. They have teams of 3 or 5, so if anyone's interested, for next year, let me know.
__________________ The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same. -- Carlos Castaneda
So, that run was really hard. Really hard. Two blisters. One has blood, even. Plus, there's a bloody scrape on my knee and a cut on my leg. I'm sore all over. Especially my hamstrings.
I was unprepared. In more ways than one.
I aimed to get to the place 30 minutes prior to lineup. Bad move. I get there, and the lot is full, so a few of us are directed to another lot. From there, the Marine points to the direction of the race start, only when we get there (after running about 3/4 of a mile, cuz we're afraid of being late), it's the first lot.
The guy there points another direction and tell us we'd better run, as it's 1.25 miles away. For God's sake!
I start running, but the other couple of guys don't. They give up and walk. The 3/4 mile thing was like a warmup, but this is not good. Now, I wish they'd timed this part, because I'm willing to be that this is my fastest time, ever. Speedy (for me).
I get to the area, and the men have already left. I can see them off in the distance, but I still need to get my number. Eventually, they find it, so I'm off. I squeeze through the crowd of chicks waiting to leave and head out.
One girl with a stopwatch yells "Just know that you're starting 5 minutes and 32 seconds behind them!" I run a little harder.
As to the race, itself, it was mostly running. The obstacles were things to run over at first. Stride over some hay bales, etc. No biggie, but also no break from running.
Eventually, the real obstacles came. They sucked.
I wouldn't call it an obstacle, per se, but a firefighter showered us with water.
Then came all the vaulting and wall climbing. Too bad they had stacks of hay bales at the walls. No actual climbing required.
The vaulting was the absolute worst. 5 to 10 log fences to go over. I chose to vault them. Others sorta sat on them and swung their legs over. I went for it. Vault and leap! I'm sure there's something soft on the other side. Like dirt. There always was, too. Most of the others would hesitate at the top, like they were afraid to drop down. I just jumped over and hoped for the best.
I dominated the vaulting and walls. These and the pushups were the only areas where I wasn't screamed at. This is where I gained the most ground, going from last place to 755 out of 1200 men. Not all that good, and if i wasn't late, I might have made it up to around 400th place.
Of course, then it's back to running. My weakness. A lot of the sit-on-your-butt-and-drop-off-the-wall guys would pass me again. That was kind of annoying. Especially the guy who was running with the swim goggles. What's with that?
There were pipes to shimmy through, foxholes to drop into and climb out of. Nets to crawl under. Big nets where you have to high-step from opening to opening. More water sprays to run through. More vaulting. Two pushup stations.
And lots and lots of drill sergeants to yell at us. Do they send these guys to school to develop that voice. They all had it. Some sounded pretty fake, though.
Of course, there were Jr. Seebees handing out cups of water and helping out along the way, too.
This was my first "race," other than cycling and mt bike riding. It was fun to cross the finish line with all the people cheering you on like they know you. I didn't recognize any of them.
Bad feet--I've run this far before, in the same shoes and socks, with no problems. I think it was the rushing around and being hounded by drill sergeants that which made me run faster and differently (probably). They don't really hurt so much, now. But earlier, my feet killed.
I met a lot of people at the "fair" afterward, too. Most were from far away places, so I'll never ever see them again.
It was a lot of fun, and with a little effort, I can do MUCH better next year. Although, next year I'd like to have a team, instead. The teams looked like a lot of fun. They have teams of 3 or 5, so if anyone's interested, for next year, let me know.
Goooood night. Off to Virginia in the morning.
I'm in, Roland. Where's it at, LA? If the timing's right, hubster will be able to come too, and he's a tough little shit, too.
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