Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

Going on week 3 of heavy lifting, week 4 of stretching and mobility. And god, what a difference it all makes. The catch is that it matters what and how I’m doing it. I can’t just run a normal yoga flow, and I definitely can’t wade into the depths of the weight room and start slinging plates around like Plato up there is daring me to. So here’s what I am doing.
All six of these I do 2x a week, to complete failure. And I am genuinely thankful I can wedge the boot onto the inner/outer thigh machine, because that is the entire extent of my lower-limb work for a while. At least until we go FWB. And even then it’ll be a very slow roll. If I recall correctly, last time was rough when I started actually doing things again: lunges, squats, and heavy leg presses have a way of reminding you exactly how long you sat still. So I’m in no hurry to rush back to that particular party.
Anyway, a guy at Safeway told me I had nice triceps last weekend, so I’ll take that as progress made, progress gained. Daft Punk wanted it harder, better, faster, stronger. My version runs a little slower and a lot more careful, boot still strapped on, one thigh machine and a whole lot of patience. Of those four, I’m only really chasing the last one. And stronger is the one that counts.
- Three weeks of heavy upper-body lifting stacked on four weeks of daily stretching
- Built a careful six-machine routine that works around the boot
- A stranger at Safeway complimented my triceps; the receipts are rolling in