I came in all fired up today. Just full of piss and vinegar, ready to tackle the Bear for my "rest day." I planned seven rounds, planned loads 45#, 65#, 95#, 115#, 135#, 155#, 155#.
Fourth round I felt an impingement in my left wrist, at about my third metacarpal, and the pain ended my workout. Serious Olympic lifting has pretty much been off the agenda since February, so my inflexibility just shut me down. Instead I rode the bike for 20 minutes and started my reasearch.
Altough I felt like a failure, the silver lining is that I have found my next mobility project. I am going to work through some MWODs and fix this wrist pain and improve my front rack.
I had another epiphany. It's time to hold people to account with the way they treat my gym.
I complain a lot. A LOT about the state of my gym, the trash, the floor pubes and the fact that nobody puts weights away. This week I started holding the trainers to task and asking them to lead by example by putting weights away in training sessions.
Groundbreaking, right? Who would have thought part of a trainer's job is to teach people gym etiquette.
Remember when I called out a trainer during his work out last week? Today I called him out in front of his client when they left weight on the bar. He was good about it, but let's see how much I have to do it before it sinks in.
Next step is to rally the regulars. You don't have to go to a fancy gym to have some pride in membership or a sense of community. Ghetto globogym members unite.
Conditioning:
3.5 light sets of the Bear Complex
20 minutes on the recumbent bike. Gimme a break, I was reading about my wrist pain.
Mobility:
Couch stretch like it ain't no thang.
Wrist and front rack work after Trick or Treating.
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