Quote from: DesmoDiva on February 01, 2011, 04:55:05 PM
Having 11 others and my trainer waiting is the only thing that gets me there for 5:30am.

That would help me in the early AM...again it didn't happen. I slept like a log and needed every minute that I got for recovery from yesterday's workout!!

Quote from: He Man on February 02, 2011, 01:19:58 AM
my shin is in a lot of pain right now.

From kicking down the tree? 

Quote from: Monster Dave on February 02, 2011, 06:19:36 AM

From kicking down the tree? 

Jean Claude Van Dam style! took today off just because my shin hurts that much.

He Man, it's good to know when to take time off - kicking down a tree can take it out of you for sure!! Besides, we wouldn't want you to turn into She-ra because you didn't listen to your body and rest when you needed it! 



My new routine is out well, I can already see and feel results. Yesterday I returned to doing pull-ups and ramped up my back and triceps routine as well. Today is an intensity focused routine (done 3x per week), with some burnout exercises with weights.

Workout the morning was probably hardest ever.....

I almost cried and puked.   

Just keep telling myself, each time will get a little easier.

I puked at Crew practice sometimes and always after a race.

I gain about 15 lbs every winter from all the holiday food and the cold weather preventing me to do my thing on my bicycle. so the goal is to get rid of the extra poundage before spring gets here.
Ive gotten rid of 5 lbs so far by just doin some spinnin on my turbo trainers at least 5 times a week.
10 more to go.

Quote from: DesmoDiva on February 03, 2011, 07:47:13 AM
Workout the morning was probably hardest ever.....

I almost cried and puked.   

Just keep telling myself, each time will get a little easier.

That reminds me of my High School wrestling workouts way back when.  They taught me the most important lesson that I learned at high school and that is, "when I think I have reached my limits and I am sure I have no more, I am capable of much more."  Maybe I used have used "we" instead of "I."  It is a lesson that has saved my life more than once.  I once spent a November rainy night hanging from a cliff and it was that lesson that kept me alive. 

Quote from: akmnstr on February 03, 2011, 10:08:00 AM
That reminds me of my High School wrestling workouts way back when.  They taught me the most important lesson that I learned at high school and that is, "when I think I have reached my limits and I am sure I have no more, I am capable of much more."  Maybe I used have used "we" instead of "I."  It is a lesson that has saved my life more than once.  I once spent a November rainy night hanging from a cliff and it was that lesson that kept me alive. 

ok, you have to elaborate on that one.

Okay, here is the abbreviated version of the story.  I was on a whitewater kayaking trip on the Little North Santiam River in OR.  It was a first descent so we didn't know what we what each rapid was like.  Near the end of the trip we came to an unexpected canyon.  I paddled down into the canyon first and eddied out just above a waterfall.  I soon discovered there was no way to scout the fall or portage because of steep canyon walls.  I attempted to get back upstream to the beginning of the canyon where I could get out.  I was nearly successful in eddy hoping to the top of the canyon but just as I was almost there,  I was washed back downstream.  I was soon pinned upside down against the canyon wall and couldn't roll back up.  I did a wet exit and was able to swim back to the last eddy above the falls.  From there I realized I was stuck, now without a boat.  I attempted to free climb out of the canyon and made it about 100 feet above the river but could get no further.  I found a tiny ledge that i could barely stand on just as it was getting dark.  My friends went for help.  I spent the cold rainy night on the cliff.  Rescue came at dawn.  I was never so close to death and with plenty of time to think about it.  It was my brand new dry-suit (paddlers had just begun using them) and the lesson learned as a HS wrestler that kept me alive.  I had a lot to live for.  At the time, my wife was carrying my daughter and I wanted to live to see her.  

Quote from: akmnstr on February 03, 2011, 11:20:22 AM
Okay, here is the abbreviated version of the story.  I was on a whitewater kayaking trip on the Little North Santiam River in OR.  It was a first descent so we didn't know what we what each rapid was like.  Near the end of the trip we came to an unexpected canyon.  I paddled down into the canyon first and eddied out just above a waterfall.  I soon discovered there was no way to scout the fall or portage because of steep canyon walls.  I attempted to get back upstream to the beginning of the canyon where I could get out.  I was nearly successful in eddy hoping to the top of the canyon but just as I was almost there,  I was washed back downstream.  I was soon pinned upside down against the canyon wall and couldn't roll back up.  I did a wet exit and was able to swim back to the last eddy above the falls.  From there I realized I was stuck, now without a boat.  I attempted to free climb out of the canyon and made it about 100 feet above the river but could get no further.  I found a tiny ledge that i could barely stand on just as it was getting dark.  My friends went for help.  I spent the cold rainy night on the cliff.  Rescue came at dawn.  I was never so close to death and with plenty of time to think about it.  It was my brand new dry-suit (paddlers had just begun using them) and the lesson learned as a HS wrestler that kept me alive.  I knew I had there was a reserve of strength and will to make it, when it felt like I had no more.  I had a lot to live for.  At the time, my wife was carrying my daughter and I wanted to live to see her.  

...wow - now there's a story to tell your daughter one day. 

I Want To Be a Bodybuilder




...sort of helps keep things in perspective....

Quote from: akmnstr on February 03, 2011, 11:20:22 AM
Okay, here is the abbreviated version of the story.  I was on a whitewater kayaking trip on the Little North Santiam River in OR.  It was a first descent so we didn't know what we what each rapid was like.  Near the end of the trip we came to an unexpected canyon.  I paddled down into the canyon first and eddied out just above a waterfall.  I soon discovered there was no way to scout the fall or portage because of steep canyon walls.  I attempted to get back upstream to the beginning of the canyon where I could get out.  I was nearly successful in eddy hoping to the top of the canyon but just as I was almost there,  I was washed back downstream.  I was soon pinned upside down against the canyon wall and couldn't roll back up.  I did a wet exit and was able to swim back to the last eddy above the falls.  From there I realized I was stuck, now without a boat.  I attempted to free climb out of the canyon and made it about 100 feet above the river but could get no further.  I found a tiny ledge that i could barely stand on just as it was getting dark.  My friends went for help.  I spent the cold rainy night on the cliff.  Rescue came at dawn.  I was never so close to death and with plenty of time to think about it.  It was my brand new dry-suit (paddlers had just begun using them) and the lesson learned as a HS wrestler that kept me alive.  I had a lot to live for.  At the time, my wife was carrying my daughter and I wanted to live to see her.  

Amazing survival story, hokey pete!  Glad you're here!!! 

Quote from: Stella on February 04, 2011, 02:36:17 PM
Amazing survival story, hokey pete!  Glad you're here!!! 

That's about the best story I've got.  I'm very glad to be around to tell it.  I remember the first time I told it to my
daughter.  I remember the expression on her face.  She had no idea it had happened and that she had a roll even before she was born. 

Since this is the fitness thread I must add that my level of fitness had much to do with my survival.  I had just quit Kayak racing because of the coming of my daughter.  I had been doing 2 or 3 workouts a day for about 4 years.   

thats one crazy story dude. 

The limit of the human body is reached when your dead. otherwise youll keep on fighting.

AK:  Awesome story!   


After meeting with my Army recruiter, I ran all my errands on my bike.  Now i'm gearing up to roll at judo practice, I would cycle there but i'm so beat after practice, it would be hell to ride back.