Monday Bacon: Practice Makes Perfect…but not really.

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After a couple of weeks, it was nice to have a weekend at home. It was a bit of a bummer going into it knowing we wouldn’t be spending time with our west coast friends and family but home is home and it’s good. We DID; however; have a chance to spend some time with our Midwest throwing family down in Rockford thanks to Jason Clevenger dragging out his cabers; standards, and gear just so we can practice some key events we can’t do at home.

Mainly, Sheaf and Caber. For me, most Caber practices come at the Games. As in, you’re up, toss the Caber. It’s coming along, I still tend to rotate at the last second and don’t know why but it’ll come. At this point, I’m still finding confidence in the picks; adjusting the caber and trying to turn. AT practice, I may not even toss every one. Cuz that’s hard and it wears me down and chances are that I want to go practice something else tomorrow.

The Sheaf is another matter. The reps don’t seem to wear on me; they don’t hurt my shoulder, and they’re kinda fun. After a Sheaf-tastic session, I get more of the feeling like I’ve hit some light power cleans. A bit tired but can recover quickly after some good food and a good night’s rest. This past weekend, I had one thing I wanted to work on and that’s the “flick” or “block” at the end. As long as I stay relaxed, keep pushing up and get that nice flick, I do okay. Stealing my husband’s fork was uber helpful too. More on that later.

In general, when I throw or lift in a session, I want to work on one thing. When I get it down, I want to hit it consistently. For example, I’ve been working so hard since Iceland on my stones. More specifically, getting my hip turned while keeping my torso back for a good push. What I realized in Enumclaw after watching the Pro’s and the Elite womenz was even though I was getting my hip turned, I wasn’t pushing. I wasn’t practicing the right thing. Now, I turn and get a nice push which automatically gives me the reverse. AhhhhHaaaaa.

There are many other things that need to come together for a truly great stones throw, but I won’t worry about that today. Today I need to consistently get my legs involved and that will improve my numbers by a little. Because if I try to fix it all today, nothing gets fixed. I get frustrated; I tighten up, and nothing is accomplished. I don’t have time for “nothing” to be accomplished. I’m 48 and still feel that next year will be my breakout year after I get a whole off-season to finally practice the right things to impact my throwing.

This is also why the majority of the time I train or practice alone. When training with others, especially less experienced in the coaching realm, they want to fix EVERYTHING today. Which is why I love throwing with Jason and Dan Lucansky. Jason will ask what I’m working on that day. He knows I don’t want to be bogged down with every single cue on the planet. If I hit a good toss, I’ll try to repeat it. If there’s something helpful to that single issue, he’ll say it. If not, he won’t. Quite honestly, knowing when to shut the fuck up is a sign of a maturing coach.

I told him about my Enumclaw PR of 23′ so after Matt and I hung around 18′ to warm up we went to 20. My bag hit the bar at least 14 times and at one point, even sat up there before coming back down on the front side. About a 1/2 hour later, one thing Jason was talking to Matt about caught my ear. He talked about the 3-tine forks and their advantages. I suddenly remembered that my PR was on Big Daddy’s 3-tine fork. Huh. I walked over ,grabbed Matt’s fork and my bag, stepped out a bit and it sailed far over the 20′ bar. And that brings us to the “Jules just got a new fork and her hubby needs another one” part of the post. I guess while I was throwing, Jason asked Matt if he had named the fork. When he said he hadn’t, Jason says, ‘Well, it has a name now. It’s called “Hers.” ‘ Heeeheee.

True story.

Now, I will be the first to admit that there are many people out there who are able to practice multiple things and incorporate them all at once. Sure. They’re called Olympians and I’m not one of them. Nor are the people I work with. I don’t do well working with people who want fast results. This isn’t PF and this isn’t a 12 week program. Mastery takes years, talent, commitment, resources, and a whole lotta luck. If you want immediate results take up something else like Ironing or Vacuuming where you get the perfect crease or the perfect vacuum lines right away. Sport? Not so much.

It’s not just practice. It’s knowing WHAT to practice. What will get the biggest bang for your buck right NOW until you learn more? If you don’t know the answer to that question, find someone who does. Pay them well and be a good and patient student. Enjoy the ride. Cuz when they help get you there, you’ll all be better off for it.

I won’t be a Rock Star. I will be a legend.

Freddie Mercury

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Friday Jams: Most Patriotic Song In America

According to the 15  year old…

I asked Oz what the most patriotic song in America was. He says, without skipping a beat, Yankee Doodle Dandy. He’s right. He’s pretty cool.

It’s too bad that America doesn’t have a common enemy these days. We’ve turned on each other and it gets worse each 4th of July. While I see the recent Supreme Court ruling regarding Gay marriage rights as a good thing, I am disgusted at the verocity of which anyone with Christian values are now being attacked. We have entered a day and age where stating that you’re a Christian, which should be okay to say in America, will automatically label you as some backwoods anti-gay teabagging hate filled monger. For some reason, that makes me feel sad.

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So here’s to our revolutionaries. The one’s who stood up to fight for a new nation. A free nation. One goal, many battles. A common enemy throughout, not each other. See, they didn’t have time for that. They needed each other to succeed. It seems so simple and yet, so impossible in today’s America.

Let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion. Reason and experience can both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle. 

George Washington

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Why You’re Better Off at PF Than the Internet

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This won’t make you strong…but it likely won’t damage you either.

***UPDATE***

Bigg has told me that this article is in regards to air squats only. W!T!Fukkkkkkkk! I didn’t even make it that far. However; in fairness to this particular dipshit writing on the internet: putting your back into flexion. No.

Post could have ended there.

This article is making it’s rounds on The Facebook among the Highland Games group. It’s written by a physical therapist, apparent immediately when number one is about Ankle Mobility. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. I simply commented “no” on a friend’s FB page and he asked me to go on. So here ya go par’tner (he’s Texan, that’s how they talk down thare.)

First off, the internet meme mythos that children (toddlers usually) have the perfect squat form, even when loaded with a 2# pvc “barbell” is so deliciously representative of the “Oooooo that’s cool but I don’t wanna think if it’s correct so I’ll just agree” world we live in now that it I wonder if anyone ever thinks anything through anymore. Children, healthy children, plop down like this:

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Because they see cool shit on the ground and want to pick it up and put it in their mouth. So they do so and their levers are such that it oftentimes looks like the above picture. Cuz they’re little people, growing. Which means, hopefully if you feed them lots of tasty beast food, that they’ll KEEP growing and those nearly perfectly even levers will morph into an adult body where by now we’ve learned not to pick shit up off the floor and put it in our mouth. But mostly, this is a toddler in an UNLOADED situation. Which makes the entire argument invalid because we’re talking about squatting loaded. With a barbell. Not even remotely the same. Move on.

And then comes the Asian argument. Well, Asians sit that way so we should too. At the surface, again, they are UNLOADED. We are talking about a barbell squat. We should move on. But you know me, that doesn’t happen often. Using an entire culture of people who MAY sit like this at times because they are living in an undeveloped part of the world or in poverty and saying “See! That’s how they sit all day long and they’re strong and healthy” is, at best, misinformed. It’s like saying “Asians eat all that soy and look at how heart healthy THEY are!” No, they don’t. They eat some soy seasoning and tofu here and there but mostly they eat meat (yes, fish is meat. If you are a vegetarian/vegan and eat fish…you’re a bad one. It’s meat.) And to say “us Westerners” have fucked up our bodies by wearing shoes and sitting on chairs has absolutely no scientific foundation in the entire world of life. You’re wearing a track jacket and jeans in your pictures. Shouldn’t you be naked while sitting on pillows if you adhere to the rubbish you write? And actually, ALL the Asians I know sit in chairs…and eat a crap ton of meat. And they’re doing just fine. They wear shoes too. There were some Asians in Hawaii who fit the model the author is speaking of. They were the most destitute homeless people I’ve ever seen in my life and it broke my heart.

Anyways. Now we can actually address the arguments of the article.

1. Ankle Mobility. You know who worries about ankle mobility? Physical therapists. You know what severely affects ankle mobility? Birth defects or serious injuries. And many of those injuries that are aggressively rehabbed are just fine. Our neighbor had his foot 98% severed in a construction accident four years ago. They finally took his foot last fall (I think it was last fall, time blurs.) He was showing me the new foot he ordered off E-Bay one time saying how much better it felt from his first one. He now has a new and improved on and when I asked him about “mobility” he says, “I don’t know anything about that. I walk 10 miles a day, get up fine off the floor or off the toilet and don’t worry about my foot any more.” Ankle mobility or lack thereof is a mute point. Watch an old person get up off the chair. They dig their heels into the ground and push up because they know if they pulled their heels up, they’d fall over. If you have someone who squats and pulls their heels up, it has nothing to do with mobility. It has everything to do with you being a shitty coach and now knowing how to fix it.

2. Back pain. First off, when writing an article and pulling in past articles written by YOU, I’m on notice that you listen to you and not many others. This entire paragraph is mechanically incorrect. If you don’t lock your back in extension in a squat, you run the risk of putting it into flexion (use your words Jimmy.) We DON’T want our back in flexion when loaded. Duh. He says that when you do a full depth squat, your pelvis rotates backwards. Uhhhhh, no it don’t. Not even close. The beauty of this little paragraph is it’s finish:

The body’s position in a deep squat also produces a traction effect that decompresses the spine by creating space between the individual segments of the back.

Uhhhhhh, dude, do you even Science? You have a loaded bar on your back and your spine is in COMPRESSION! There are no individual segments of the back unless you are completely fucked and someone has taken a baseball bat to your back when you are in the middle of a PR attempt. At this point, I have to ask myself if people even read this?

3. Yes, we need to get our knees out when we squat. But squatting high; just below parallel; or ass to grass doesn’t automatically get your knees out. Good coaching does (I see a reoccurring theme here actually.) Duh.

4. If you want to strengthen your glutes (who doesn’t??), why would you load them with maximal weights and squat all the way to the bottom of the world forcing your body to loosen said glutes in order to get there and THEN decide you wanted to get back up so you’ll just tighten up on the way when you get to a position where you actually can do that. All you’ve done is put your body at risk by having a loaded bar pushing you into the earth and loosening everything up because you choose to listen to a physical therapist instead of a strength coach. And oh by the way? How’s your knee’s?

5. Posture correction, with visuals. Look at the visuals. Do you even need to read further? You do? Then you have a bad coach. Get a better coach. But stop listening to this guy. He’s not a better coach.

There is not one mechanically sound argument in this entire article. But it is highly representative of the shit out there. So if you want to listen to it, by all means, go ahead.

Me? No.

To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

Ben Johnson

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Monday Bacon: Go! Go! No!

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When I was 16, we packed up the family station wagon along with a borrowed pop tart camper and hit the road for the Western Rockies. Now, we’d already been on a few Griswold family vacations which, as torturous as they could be, really instilled in me the love for road trips and seeing funny shit along the way.

This particular time, we made a pit stop in northern Minnesota and picked up my sister who had spent time at a Swedish camp. They did a little program for us and then we hit the road again. It’s the first time I saw such a staggering display of the Northern Lights which was so bright that my dad turned the car lights off briefly (not long enough for me but long enough to freak out my mom. He liked to jack her up sometimes, it was lulz.) Since this wasn’t my first rodeo, I was prepared. Smallish boombox with my top favorite tapes ready to go and huge headphones in hand. I pretty much rode the Journey/Rush wave all the way out to the mountains.

When not smoking pot, my brother just pretty much slept the whole time. Fine with me. Once we got to our home base in Banff he met some hikers (read: more pot smokers) and we pretty much didn’t see him unless dad made him come with us to various jaunts. Still fine with me.

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It was so beautiful. I could have just sat and stared at the mountains all day. They bring a peaceful yet majestic strength to the world. I adore them.

The problem with traveling with the Peterson’s is that there’s no time to just sit and look at the mountains. We gotta go. Up early in the morning, quick breakfast and clean up and back in the car to drive and look at another mountain. I tried a full on revolt at Lake Louise when they wanted to hike a mountain to a hilltop cafe. I just wanted to sit and look out into the lake. It still remains one of the most beautiful spots in the world I’ve ever been to and I hope to go back (is there a Banff Highland Games????) My revolt fell on deaf ears and into the woods to hike I went.

Now, there are worse things in life than being forced to hike up a mountain to get to the top and grab a soda. I know. Not the point of today. The point of today is that on summer vacations we were go, go, go. We did very little “sit and read a book at the campsite” and jules really likes to “sit and read a book at the campsite” time. True story.

All of that sets the stage for how I travel now. I always want to BALANCE go time with sit time. If we need to sleep, we’ll sleep…to a point. Matt likes sleep time on vacation so HE gets to balance that with go time. It’s been tricky but we’ve got it down pretty good now. (We were visiting my wonderful cousin and her family this weekend, she made a Brazilian dish with staggering amounts of meat in it. At one point we were talking about marriage and how well they mesh with each other. I had made a comment that “it’s awesome cuz marriage is hard sometimes.” I was a little shocked at how defensive the boys got with that comment. But my opinion is that marriage is hard sometimes so the more we figure out as we go along, the more we’ll stay married. Dunno why that’s a scary thought for people. If your marriage isn’t hard at times, god bless ya. You’re rare. Put on a clinic. People love clinics.)

Anyways.

The point is, we’ve been able to strike up a nice balance of go time and chill time. We did it as best we could with what little time we had in Iceland. We missed things. Damn, guess we’ll have to go back. We have learned how much go time we can have before it gets to annoying together time (add hungry and we’re toast.) So we hit the Blue Lagoon upon arrival and then hot stepped back to our flat to chill a bit before dinner. Saturday’s weather dictated that we be outside, not in a car driving around with bits of fresh air here and there. I want to walk. Outside. Hopefully with fun food and booze stops to break up the exercise.

However; we missed something that I did want to see and that was some track and field events that Petur was coaching at. On Saturday there was a contest with fielder’s throwing the Javelin. Cool. I’ve never seen that live before and it’s such an amazing event. But I forgot to get the address for the stadium and truth be told, we didn’t want to get back in the car again (didn’t all day actually.) We saw this though:

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It’s the menu from the Lebowski bar (“where’s the fucking money shitheadddd?”) I dunno why, it just really cracked me up that the Nihilist’s got the Chicken wings. Kind of like, duh.

We saw a wedding party try to get through town where a street was completely blocked off by people after a record store randomly set up a dj out on the sidewalk and played annoying as fuck loud techno music.

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But no javelin throwing. We also opted out (kinda) to watch some shot and discuss on our last night. Petur gave me the address but it was cold and rainy (such babies) and after swinging by his place to get pictures from the Games we were kind of tired. But then, as we drove back into town, we went by a stadium and decided to pop in to see if that’s where he was at. Nope. Well, hey, there’s another stadium let’s look there, nope. (Yes, I could have looked on my phone but the message was on the Facebook and I couldn’t access it without wi-fi. Struggles abroad are real.) We kinda tried to see some throwing but missed it. Double damn.

So we’ve learned that a well placed flat is very important because chances are we’ll mix some go, go, go into our travels but have to equally throw in some no, no, no to keep it working for us. Even if you miss out on some awesome throwing.

Hastag travelingtoawesomeplacesandnotseeingeverythingproblems.

I think you’re all fucked in the head. We’re ten hours from the fucking fun park and you want to bail out. Well I’ll tell you something. This is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun. You’re gonna have fun, and I’m gonna have fun… We’re all gonna have so much fucking fun we’re gonna need plastic surgery to remove our goddamn smiles! You’ll be whistling ‘Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah’ out of your assholes! I must be crazy! I’m on a pilgrimage to see a moose. Praise Marty Moose! Holy Shit!

Clark Griswold

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