It was a good day for me on the Champions Tour on Wednesday.
The Champions Tour is what the six or seven of us at the gym call the Monday and Wednesday sessions where we are culled from the herd and spend time working on specific exercises aimed at increasing range of motion, improving balance and flexibility, building stability, etc. We are (mostly) a little older and all in need f work on fundamentals to help handle moving more weight.
Most days it’s all fine. Monday was – for me at least – not intense enough. The data showed I had my least taxing experience in a session at ATC since I started in June. Now there are two ways to look at that.
One way is to say we – or in this case, I — weren’t pushed hard enough. The second view is I didn’t ramp it up. I think the reality was somewhere in the middle – you can’t get your cardio going with some routines no matter how hard you work it. And you can also cut corners if you let yourself, especially at 6a on a Monday morning.
Today, we were given a more taxing set of exercises to go through and I made an effort to do more and do it harder than our trainer instructed. If he said do eight reps, I did 12. I held my finish until I felt that . . . burn. By the end of the workout the data showed I was four times as engaged today as I was Monday.
That starts and ends with me most of the time. And most days I wouldn’t notice it much. But we have this competition going and the effort points matter, for bragging rights. My wife thinks I’m a lunatic (I won’t even get into half of that conversation) but it’s a guy thing. I can’t win the competition but . . . I want to compete.
Tomorrow is Thursday – typically the hardest 60 minutes of the week and also the most poorly attended. I can list now the people who will be there; they’re mostly highly motivated and hard core and enjoy the sweat as much or more than me. You have to want it.
Even on the Champions Tour, we want to be on the leaderboard.
A reminder that this Saturday is Open House at The Athletes Training Centre. This is where I train. You can read more here about the open house, which runs from 1p to 4p. You can read about my own personal experience at ATC here.
It’s a serious place for people serious about fitness. Anyone can rent space and fill it with equipment and call it a gym. What Richard and his team have created is a more than that. It’s a culture of personal change.
And the best part is the people you meet on the journey. Come on by and see for yourself.
My kids are the best. I’m sure yours are nice too, but mine are better. Parental prejudices are permitted because it’s my blog.
Every now and then they step into my life with a quip or a text or a call or a comment that makes my day. Some days, they have no idea that they are showing up at just the right moment.
The other morning I’m riding the GO train into Toronto after rushing out of the gym as I always do. There was a SnapChat from Pad, who is studying kinesiology at Dalhousie University in Halifax.
It was a picture of him and the text across the image said simply, “Going to play with dead people.”
His second year anatomy class, after months of books and computer images and theoretical learnings, was going to get its first hands-on exposure to cadavers.
It was early in the morning so I didn’t pester him until later. I asked how did that go? I mean, cadavers.
He was thrilled with the experience and gushed about how excellent it was to actually see how the various tissues of the human body are layered – bone, muscle, fat, tendons, ligaments, etc. He was struck by how strong the connective tissues are. He was thoroughly impressed and not at all, um, grossed out.
I asked if they were working with parts or whole bodies and he said it was both.
It takes a special person and special family to leave their remains to a university and to science so that new generations of doctors and science students can learn. I have tremendous respect for that decision and I got the sense that he did too.
It’s a gift he did not take lightly.
Chris stepped in and brightened my day in another way. He has embraced the hunt for a new TV with enthusiasm and I suspect he will be integral to the decision process.
On the home front, after the initial shock of losing a loved appliance wore off, we have settled in nicely with the 50 inch screen moved up from the basement to where the 42 inch used to be.
So, if there was a rush or anxiety about replacing the TV, it’s pretty much gone. But having said that, Chris comes home for weekends quite often, and they will both be home full time in April. So, gaming and Netflix and hanging out will be at a premium. And the 50-inch TV was actually a Christmas present for them a couple years ago. So . . . yeah.
Whatever happens we won’t be going overboard. The stores are pushing the 4K ultra HD TVs now but since no one actually broadcasts or produces content in this format, I’m thinking we can limp along with HDTV for a while yet.
A mitigating budgetary factor is that we bought a new stove (to be delivered tomorrow) a week ago. So, yay. Sadly it’s not HD but it does, I’m told, heat up and cook stuff. The current stove top only has two working burners and it would cost $700 to fix it. So . . . buh-bye.