Monday, August 12, 2013

This little piggy went to market...

Recently I had to call and audible on the jump rope portion of the weekly work out plan. The three little piggies on each foot were beginning early stages of succession. I informed the practitioner of pain that I'd survived two months of shin splints, chronic arch aches, and the embarrassment of jumping rope -- however, the three amigos were hurting so bad that during a kick set at last week's swim practice it felt as if two or four of them just gave up the ghost. The ODJ rule book states that modifications are allowed, but it must air on the side of extreme. So, being an ODJ fundamentalist, Jaron removed the jump rope and added incline tread mill. Shoot me now!

The set is a pretty straight forward; 20-minutes, max the incline of your tread mill (15% for the fine Gold's Gym stock) and then pump the MPH up to a paint drying speed of 4.0 miles per hour. Bad Water flat land 4.0 mph for yours truly is a brisk mall walk pace, or the George Clinton House of Blues quick step as Jaron and I like to call it. In my mind I was preparing to cry ODJ foul on my man for going on the weak. Then I attempted the set. Holy Helens! Even though I was taking :30 second breaks ever three minutes and rocking at a 3.5 mph speed, Mick threw in the towel at 13:15 after the smelling salts proved ineffective. A man's heart beat should never look like a subwoofer dropping DJ Magic Mike's bass test.
 
Slowing down the speed and increasing the incline is the wave of the future for this former fat guy. I have found my new challenge... survive 20 minutes of 15% incline at 4.0mph with no breaks.
 
To be continued...




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  1. The ODJAugust 12, 2013 at 5:13 PM

    Injuries cannot always be avoided at the gym. Substitutions can be implemented, and often allow for some break in the monotony. I was particularly evil in this audible. Ironically, the challenge ole JT just laid out is the way I wanted the session preformed from the get. Sounds like a doable task, but it's brutal, trust me. Ass burning, calf exploding brutal. I think I just had a Jim Reitz-esque Vietnam flashback contemplating George Clinton and the swimming paisley carpet adorning the casino floor of Mandalay Bay. It probably won't require a cliff's notes to ODJ inside jokes to decipher that reference. If you're still struggling with it, you probably didn't spend any time in a college dormitory, or lack familiarity with the collective works of Mr. George Clinton.

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