Brian Orser on Yuzuru’s 4Lo and the discussion after Skate Canada (excerpts from Team Brian 2)
(Picture is of Yuzuru at the medal ceremony in Helsinki. It didn’t come from Team Brian 2, but I always wondered what and how much it took the team to get there.)
There is actually a lot to marvel about, in terms of how Yuzuru’s season came together so beautifully in the end. As we look forward to the next season, let’s review how the last season began with three excerpts from Team Brian 2.
From Brian’s perspective, we can see the concerns and worries over Yuzuru’s health, his at-the-time troubling 4T (in contrast to its 3A-toppling status now :o), the immense belief and strength (and stubbornness) it took for Yuzuru to persevere with the 4Lo, as well as the discussion post-Skate Canada that lead to mutual understanding and ultimately, a successful season overcoming those difficult challenges. Cheers and kudos, Team Yuzu!
(Conclusion: Brian gains 15kg from the last six months of 2016 and loses 1kg in hair.)
Translated by gladi. Feel free to repost in entirety with credits.
Three excerpts from Chapter 5 of Team Brian 2 「チーム・ブライアン：３００点伝説」第五章 より
Are there any birds that eat humans? Where can they be found, and by hat are some things I should know?
Well, not to rain on your parade, but the the first and most important thing you need to know on this subject is that there are no birds that primarily predate on humans.
We’re very big, very heavy, are very relatively good at defending ourselves, and have a tendency to hang out in groups. Not only that, but we have the audacity to cover most of our vulnerable points with stuff, and we’ve built these extremely non-bird-friendly zones in which we like to live. How unconscionably rude of us, amirite?
-15kg Didn’t want to upload this to Facebook but here is okay… There is a before photo (which was actually taken in grade 12 I am now 22kg less than that) + the second photo was today but I forgot to smile lol. Anyway this is my progress.
When the doctor tells you to take it easy but you go on a cleaning spree instead.
(true story, my mum when 8 months pregnant with one of my sisters decided it was a good idea to move around large rocks out of the garden beds. Some of those were 15Kg+. Pregnant women definitely are invincible and should not be told to sit still).
Message 1: Hi, I started working out for a month, and I would love to hear your opinion about my workout routine. I'm currently 183 pounds, my goal is 127 and I don't have a dead line to reach it (I'm not in a rush, I'm okay even if it's gonna take me 2 years). I concentrate mostly on strength training. Anyway, here is my workout routine, can you give me your opinion please? :) I'll send you 2 other messages, where I write you my routine. Thanks, N. :)
My workout has this “exercises”:
1-I start with a warm-up on the Treadmill for 10 minutes (around 6 km/h / 3,7 mph);
2-Cruches (15) + Leg raises (15) x 3 (both of them, together);
3-Hip bridges 20x3;
4-Fitball squats 15x3;
5-Adductor machine weight 20/25 kg (44/55 pounds) 1 minute x 3 (pause 30 seconds every minute);
6-Horizontal cyclette 6 minutes level 3;
7-Side-lying leg lifts 12x3 (each side);
8-Standing Lat Pushdown (straight bar) min. weight 20kg/44pounds 12x3;
9-Triceps cable pushdown (v bar) min. weight 15kg/33pounds 12x3.
Then: 10-Dumbbell Flyes with weights of 4 kg each arm (9 pounds) 12x3;
End with 8 more minutes on the treadmill with the inclination of 4.5% and 5.5 km/h /3,4 mph.
I do this workout around 4 times a week (sometimes 3 times, sometimes 5). If it’s too confusing then in my blog is written nice and clear. Thanks for your time, N. :)
I’ve copied your follow up messages into the answer section above so it’s easier to read.
How did you come up with your goal weight?
4 times a week is a great. It gives your muscles enough time to repair but you still feel active and it’s manageable with a busy schedule.
Warming up with some cardio is great, especially for cardiovascular health. You may want to consider boosting it up to like 15 or 20 minutes a couple days a week if you want to increase your fat loss, but you said your main goal is strength so whatever works for you and your schedule.
I used to do the same workout like 5 times a week and I found that devoting workouts to different muscle groups really improved my strength quickly because they had more rest time. If you’re a beginner and/or uncomfortable with different workouts, then by all means keep doing what you’re doing. Just a thought.
Your workout is very, very leg heavy. Is there any reason for that? Your only upper body exercises are lat pushdown, tricep pushdown, and dumbbell flyes (not including abs). You’re not really hitting your delts or biceps at all.
You might want to consider benching with dumbbells instead of doing flyes because it’ll hit more muscle groups in one movement while still working your chest.
I do have my personal workout plan coming up in my queue if you need some help dividing your days if you decide to do that.
So that’s just a general opinion. Let me know if you have any more specific questions.
Malamutes are awesome. Great Danes are awesome. Tibetan Mastiffs are awesome. No denying that the big dogs are beautiful-looking animals.
But that’s not a good reason to get one.
Don’t get me wrong, I love me a giant breed dog. But there’s something I come across terrifyingly often in my line of work, and it’s this: the owner who got their giant dog for looks.
It’s quickly followed by: “This food doesn’t last!” “These toys all get destroyed!” “I have to pay WHAT for worming?!”
If you want a big dog, prepare your wallet, because everything is about to get more expensive.
We’re talking food, treats, bowls, collars, harnesses, leashes, toys, bedding, apparel, flea control, worming control, vet bills, grooming tools or groomer bills - think of a facet of dog ownership, and it’s going to get more expensive. Even training arguably becomes more expensive because it’s more vital.
(Pet shop etiquette: if you buy a large or giant breed, you forfeit all right to complain to me about these expenses. For one, we don’t control prices. For another, it just tells me you didn’t do your breed research).
Let’s put this in perspective using one of the world’s most popular dog foods, Royal Canin:
Small breed: an 8kg bag of Royal Canin Mini Adult will cost you around $99 AUD and last around 100-170 days.
Giant breed: a 15kg bag of Royal Canin Giant Adult will cost you around $140AUD and last around 25-30 days.
They also tend to mature slower and live shorter lives. I always wanted a Bernese Mountain Dog as a kid, but as an adult I am not financially or emotionally prepared to justify that cost for a dog who would live only eight years and almost certainly die of cancer.
There are some owners who are prepared and I’ve met wonderful big dog owners. But I’ve met many more who bought their dog for the aesthetic and were then unable to provide the quality of care it deserved.
Here is a tired human being after a 3 hours long heart quest through the uphill & sunny wild paths of a mountain to gather Rose Quartz from the woods & then returning while carrying something around 15kg of crystals in a small backpack through the blazing sun… No regrets hehehe! ❤
I’m Jamie, I’m 32, and I’m an aspiring circus artist.
Four years ago I was at my physical peak. I was fitter and stronger than I have ever been. I was double figure repping moves that my peers were struggling with. I was strong.
Whilst teaching circus at a children’s club one evening my stomach started cramping up. I managed to finish the class and drive home where I collapsed on the bathroom floor after calling an ambulance. The next morning I woke up in a hospital bed after being operated the previous night. I had suffered complications from a previous operation ten years ago. Two mornings later I almost didn’t wake up. A nurse had make a mistake removing the wrong drip from my supply. All I can remember of this is my eyes barely being open enough to see a group of doctors and nurses gathered around me with panicked voices before I passed out. I came around that evening and no more complications happened since. Two weeks later I had lost 15kg and left the hospital in a wheelchair. Following that I was on a walking stick for two months. During this time we needed shopping at home and my partner was at work. The five minute trip to the shop and back took me over two hours.
Skip ahead three years and after being told countless times that I am too old to be a circus performer, I decide to ignore the nay sayers and apply to circus school, and I got accepted. Now I have finished my first year there and couldn’t be happier with that fact.
I am 50% older than most of the people at school. I may not be as quick as them, and I may never be as flexible, but I will be stronger. I will be strong again. Against all odds, and on borrowed time. Always outnumbered, never outgunned.
At 4am we awoke. After a hearty breakfast I strapped my 15kg pack on to my back. (Photographer life)
We were physically ready to begin, but still mentally preparing ourselves for the 1000m ascent to the summit at altitude.
We were standing under another mountain looking up at switchback after switchback. A 500m sharp ascent.
Breathless I shuffled along. Each step is a struggle. The air so thin you constantly feel out of breath. Each corner leaning on my trusty walking stick Wallace, sucking air into my lungs trying to get enough in to continue the shuffle. The cold air and altitude added a dry hacking couch to my arsenal of challenges. My hands are so cold it feels like knives are stabbing into my fingers, the air is so dry that our lips are cracking and the walkway is covered in ice so you can’t switch off and climb mindlessly.
What i’ve described probably sounds horrific and most definitely not worth the pain. But with each step higher the view gets more and more breathtaking. With each pause you look around in wonder and the only thing stopping you from exclaiming loudly or shouting to the heavens is the lack of oxygen and the other trekkers who would probably stare at you strangely.
My finger can hardly press the shutter fast enough.
We finally reach high camp, 500m’s higher than Thorong Phedi (our sleeping quarters)
Marijn, my fellow hiker assures us the difficult part is over. The next part of the hike is a much flatter, a slow steady incline. How wrong he was.
Luckily he DID warn us that there would be lots of false summits otherwise I probably would have unleashed my inner gremlin on him.
We departed for the next step of the journey, fresh faced, giddy, giggling, joking. Just much more innocent, naive versions of ourself really.
Hiking to the pass.
Step 1: Scale the side of a snowy mountain, using a very thin snowy/icey walkway.
Misstep a few times and face your own possible demise as your leg sinks into a foot of snow and you topple over, luckily falling BACK onto the pathway, rather than down the side of the mountain. (Don’t worry mum, i’m totally exaggerating) ((people who aren’t my mum: I’m totally not exaggerating)
Step 2: Cross a landslide area.
A small path is carved into a sheer wall of rock, ice and snow. This is the main reason you have to start so early.
As the sun hits it and the day warms up the ice melts and the rocks begin falling.
As we wandered up to it we could hear the wall creaking and groaning as the ice was melting, followed by the terrifying sound of rocks clattering down the wall, across the path and onto the floor below.
As we get closer and closer the rocks are falling faster and faster. Some can’t even be classed as rocks, we’ll call them boulders.
We look nervously at each other but the rocks don’t look to big yet (we’re ignoring the boulders) and they’re easy enough to dodge and the thought of going back to high camp to sleep another night doesn’t appeal to anyone. So on we hike.
Erica and Tomas go first. I watch with a sick and heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach (this time unrelated to a parasite) as a large rock comes crashing down the mountain. People are shouting ‘ROCK’ and Erica looks up deciding whether to run forward or backwards. She steps forward and narrowly avoids a rock to the head.
I follow them up, my breathing is ragged. My lungs are screaming for me to stop and catch my breath but the fear I feel as each small rock scatters past keeps me going.
With a few running steps I reach the top. I lean on Wallace, the walking stick, and breathe deeply trying to reoxygenate my body.
We can’t bear to keep watching so we keep hiking.
Step 3: Go insane and lose faith that your life is even real and you are actually stuck in a strange time loop where you will never reach the pass.
Now the long walk up and down and up and down small snowy hills begins. You can only see the hill in front of you. Each time you get there you hope this is the one. When i get to the top i’ll see the flags and the ‘Thorong La’ sign post.
But each time you get severely dissapointed.
With each incline the shuffle gets slower and slower.
My breathing gets more and more difficult and the hacking cough worsens.
I have to stop and catch my breath every 10 steps or so.
The day has truly heated up now and we’re removing our layers, the reflection from the snow is heating us up from every angle, (my main sunburn occurred on the underside of my nose, an area of my body i’d never thought to sunscreen)
We each go at our own pace, too breathless to talk to each other.
FINALLY after a few hours I crest a hill and not even 100m away is the pass. The colourful flags fluttering in the wind. It doesnt’ feel real. I’d prepared to never reach the pass. 13 days of trekking and several hours of false summits it no longer existed in my current reality, but lo and behold here it is.
I didn’t know how to react. So many days of walking and here it was.
We had a cup of the best chai ever, took some photos and then it was time to leave. So anticlimactic.
A gruelling 2kms down a steep descent across snow, ice, slush and then mud. 4 hours later we finally reached Muktinath and our first shower in days.
It wasn’t until I was raising a drink with my hiking group that night that I finally felt that sense of accomplishment for what we’d achieved.
Picking through a mountain of huge rocks with his tiny bare hands, the exhausted little boy makes a pitiful sight.
name is Dorsen and he is one of an army of children, some just four
years old, working in the vast polluted mines of the Democratic Republic
of Congo, where toxic red dust burns their eyes, and they run the risk
of skin disease and a deadly lung condition. Here, for a wage of just 8p
a day, the children are made to check the rocks for the tell-tale
chocolate-brown streaks of cobalt – the prized ingredient essential for
the batteries that power electric cars.
it’s feared that thousands more children could be about to be dragged
into this hellish daily existence – after the historic pledge made by
Britain to ban the sale of petrol and diesel cars from 2040 and switch
to electric vehicles.
Eight-year-old Dorsen is pictured cowering beneath the raised hand of an overseer who warns him not to spill a rock
It heralds a future of
clean energy, free from pollution but – though there can be no doubting
the good intentions behind Environment Secretary Michael Gove’s
announcement last month – such ideals mean nothing for the children
condemned to a life of hellish misery in the race to achieve his target.
just eight, is one of 40,000 children working daily in the mines of the
Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). The terrible price they will pay
for our clean air is ruined health and a likely early death.
every big motor manufacturer striving to produce millions of electric
vehicles buys its cobalt from the impoverished central African state. It
is the world’s biggest producer, with 60 per cent of the planet’s
The cobalt is mined by
unregulated labour and transported to Asia where battery manufacturers
use it to make their products lighter, longer-lasting and rechargeable.
planned switch to clean energy vehicles has led to an extraordinary
surge in demand. While a smartphone battery uses no more than 10 grams
of refined cobalt, an electric car needs 15kg (33lb).
He then staggers beneath the weight of a heavy sack that he must carry to unload 60ft away in pouring rain
Goldman Sachs, the merchant bank, calls
cobalt ‘the new gasoline’ but there are no signs of new wealth in the
DRC, where the children haul the rocks brought up from tunnels dug by
Adult miners dig up to 600ft
below the surface using basic tools, without protective clothing or
modern machinery. Sometimes the children are sent down into the narrow
makeshift chambers where there is constant danger of collapse.
is such a health hazard that it has a respiratory disease named after
it – cobalt lung, a form of pneumonia which causes coughing and leads to
permanent incapacity and even death.
simply eating vegetables grown in local soil can cause vomiting and
diarrhoea, thyroid damage and fatal lung diseases, while birds and fish
cannot survive in the area.
knows quite how many children have died mining cobalt in the Katanga
region in the south-east of the country. The UN estimates 80 a year, but
many more deaths go unregistered, with the bodies buried in the rubble
of collapsed tunnels. Others survive but with chronic diseases which
destroy their young lives. Girls as young as ten in the mines are
subjected to sexual attacks and many become pregnant.
So ready for Krigslive: Valhal, the LARP I’m going to this weekend! I’ll be gone from tomorrow till Sunday, fighting and drinking like the old Gods wanted it! EDIT: Yes, this is real chainmail and real metal bracers. This costume weights about 15kg/34lbs
A new project is underway at long last! I have been saving up over months to get everything I need to upgrade by crabitat for my hermit crabs and now the day of moving is at hand. I built a second spare desk table I had to hold the old tank whilst I set up the new one.
Currently I am disinfecting 15kg of sand by baking it at hot temperatures, as well as producing 10-12 liters of moist treated coconut fiber to mix with it to create the bedding/sediment. The plastic sheet at the bottom of the new tank is a heat mat, as the fiber and sand will be deeper and need better heating.
the crane/hook thing is a holder for the new lamp, to prevent it from melting the lid on the new tank. I will need to keep an eye on humidity and if its not staying high for long periods of time, I will also have to buy some acrylic sheeting to make a new transparent lid top that isn’t a mesh.
Then I shall finally move my lil baby bastion into their new home and look to get them some new siblings soon.
Its exciting to be working on this, but exhausting as it is a really hot and humid day and honestly, I get a little anxious when disturbing my small shelled child.
Hopefully there will be pics later of the final outcome :)
Quando finisce una storia non sai mai come andrà, come uscirai dalla tempesta, come sopravviverai a tutto. Mi sembra incredibile pensare di aver voltato pagina dopo mesi. Ho camminato sopra tutti quei cocci e ogni volta che arrivavo all'uscita tornavo indietro per vedere se era possibile sistemare, per non lasciare andare via tutto. Siamo finiti mesi fa ma hai continuato ad esistere in me. Mi hai cresciuta, mi hai salvata e poi uccisa. Mi hai fatta sorridere e piangere. Mi hai fatta sentire bellissima e orribile.
Sei stato il veleno e l'antidoto.
Ho imparato tante cose sai?
Ho imparato a svegliarmi la mattina senza aver bisogno dei buongiorno di qualcuno, del tuo. Ho imparato a pensare a me, al mio futuro, a pianificare la mia vita senza te. Ho imparato a ridere a crepapelle e a piangere fino a rimanere senza respiro. Ho imparato che non tutti i giorni di pioggia sono brutti. Ho imparato che a questo mondo bisogna salvarsi da soli, dipendere solo da se stessi. Ho imparato che non mangiare non ti riporterà qui, e che i 15kg in meno non mi hanno resa una persona migliore. Ho imparato che non vale la pena farsi male per qualcuno. Ho imparato che se una persona se ne va poi non torna. Ho imparato che il mio sesto senso ci prende sempre e devo imparare a seguirlo di più senza farmi influenzare dal pensiero degli altri. Ho imparato che se pensi male fai bene. Ho imparato che lo smalto delle unghie mi fa sentire più curata, che i miei capelli stanno meglio mossi e che il mio colore è il rosso. Rosso sangue, rosso fuoco, rosso amore, rosso me.
Ho imparato ad aver un gran bel sorriso che tu hai spento per troppo tempo. Ho imparato che le persone cambiano, in peggio.
Ora non ci siamo più, nemmeno in me.