Regular
readers (all two or three of ‘em) may have noticed I’m writing about training
less frequently as of late. A bit more than a month ago I partially tore the
distal tendon of my left biceps deadlifting, and there are almost no upper body
movements I can do without pain (literally, just putting on my gloves to ride
the bikes is a friggin’ ordeal, and I have to do it at least twice a day!). As
this is the first major injury I have suffered while training with weights (the
other serious events I’ve experienced were all either running or playing rugby,
which I know for certain are much more dangerous and unpredictable activities,
specially the second one), it has forced me to review my belief system around
the risks and benefits of using barbells. Some preliminary conclusions:
·
Barbell
training is still the most efficient use of your time if you want general health,
a modicum of fitness and even a basic level of what, for want of a better word,
I’ll call “look-good-nakedness” (which is made of fairly voluminous muscles, a
self-assured posture and a manageable amount of body fat). Be it cardiovascular
capacity, stability of the joints, prevention of bone matter loss or simple ability to withstand blows or unexpected
impacts (like a sudden crash of your bike against one of those lumbering four-wheeled
monstrosities that populate our roads… believe me, I´ve been there),
systematically moving heavy weights is hands down the best way to improve in
any of those.
·
Age
may be more of a factor than what I believed regarding the optimal way to
train. How I trained with 40 may not be the optimal way to train with 46 (even
after allowing for the fact that I am much stronger at 46 that what I was at
40). I’m still not sure if I need to spend more time at lower intensities and
higher volumes, or if I need to allow for slightly longer recovery periods, but
it seems advisable to slightly raise the foot from the gas pedal and be more
generous with the reps I leave in the tank in every session.
·
You
literally can NEVER relax or allow for sloppy form. I tended to really focus on
technique only in the heaviest sets (above 90% of 1RM), and maybe also in the
warm-up ones, as I understood being cold as a more dangerous, more fragile
status. Well, I tore the tendon in the 5th rep of the 5th
set of a session in which I was working with about 70% of my 1RM. And after
thinking hard and seriously about it, I think it was because I was so tired
that I was slightly jerking the bar off the floor to get it moving, and bending
the arms a bit at the elbows when doing it. Just enough to let mean ol’ mr.
gravity straighten the arms, thus giving an extra little acceleration to the
weight that proved to be just enough to snap a good deal of the muscle fibers
attached to the tendon AND tear a good deal of the tendon off its insertion to
the bone (I know, exactly the fifth thing I pontificated should never be done
in this post: Deadlift things to consider). Do as I say, not as I’ve done. And for the record, as soon as I’m back using
my hands for anything more challenging than picking my nose (more on that one
later on) I intend to keep a laser-like focus on the right technique in every
single friggin’ rep of every single friggin’ set, no matter how light, or how
tired, or how inconsequential said rep and set seem to be at the moment.
Disaster lurks in any overconfident, nonchalant moment.
·
I
can not entirely discard the possibility that being in a caloric deficit may
also contribute to being more fragile. I was by no means dieting, or anything
like that (I think even ballparking the exact amount of calories you consume is
a kind of mental disease, and I once made very firmly the decision to never in
my life follow a diet or a food regime, a decision I intend to maintain), but
as I was not pushing myself so hard in the gym (being mostly busy with writing
articles in philosophical reviews so I was allowed to defend my dissertation once
and for all) and in summer I had suffered a frequent swelling of my reconstructed knee by shot putting while weighing well
over 200 pounds, I was just not so obsessed with stuffing myself at every
conceivable opportunity, and was not consistently drinking gallons of milk to
supplement my regular meals and ensure I kept gaining muscle, so I had shaken
off about 20 pounds in the last four to five months, just by not pushing myself
to overeat. It may be a silly coincidence that I just happened to tear the
tendon weighing 190 instead of 210, as I
didn’t feel much weaker (and was training with a tad lower weights, not being
able to go to the gym as frequently, and as consistently, as at other more
leisurely moments in my life), but it’s difficult not to think that probably
eating less somehow makes us more fragile, more prone to injury than safely carrying
a bit of extra bulk around.
Be it as it
may, the fact of the matter is that the 11th of December I tore the
distal biceps tendon of my left arm for good, and I’m still going through the
tests to decide if it requires a surgical intervention to reattach it (or a
bigger portion of it) to the bone, or if I can count with it healing and strengthening
through repose and a bit of PT (but that sounds just silly to me… imposing a
measured stress on them is what forces the muscles and tendons to adapt by
becoming stronger… how is a tendon then supposed to become more resistant if we
do not signal to it that it has to overcome ever greater demands?).
In the
meantime, I’m taking it easy, doing a bit more of running (for the first time
in three or four years I ran for over an hour during a recent trip to Reading,
which allowed me to cover a good portion of the city that I would have
otherwise left unknown) and slowly seeing how much squatting I can safely perform.
I intend to spend quite some time creating a bigger base from which to get back
to intensity in a few months, so I’ll be doing many more repetitions with much
less weight. Both back and front. Something like this:
Which seems
safe and sensible enough. Of course, the safe and sensible life may not be so
much worth living as enduring, so the next time I found myself in the gym
(nominally to query some books to find the precise page numbers of some
quotations I wanted to use in the defense of my dissertation) I could not avoid
to do this:
Well, it felt
good, it didn’t hurt (notice I used double overhand grip, I don’t think I’ll be
supinating the left hand –or the right one, as a weaker left may overload it
and I certainly don’t want to take any risks- any time soon) and it made me
think if bad comes to worst and I have to undergo surgery I may still get back
to being a semi decent deadlifter (that’s my best lift, after all!) by doing a
Steve Goggins and learning to use the hook grip also to DL (I already use it to
Oly lift, but even with that training it still hurts like hell when I go above
180 kg -400 pounds- for multiple reps). You know, if life gives you lemons,
learn to make lemonade…
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