i am so Tired of bad things happening to good people. today so much shit happened to a lovely, incredibly sweet friend of mine and i just can’t wrap my head around why. i can’t do anything to help her, but damn it i wish i could. damn it
Mindfulness is the single most important factor in movement.
People tend to think about movement regarding the muscles. The muscles move your bones, support your structure, but guess what’s inciting that muscular contraction in the first place? The brain is.
The more I learn, the more I realize that more trainers/coaches/movement practitioners need to think about the brain and how it relates to performance, pain, motor patterns, tension, etc.
We like to think about “going hard” in the gym but seldom to people find self-awareness as they perform their lifts. How are you breathing? Are you holding your breath while you perform your ab exercises? Are you rotated in one direction or the other while you’re squatting? Where is your center of mass as you initiate your clean?
As both a CrossFitter and a CrossFit coach, I have to say, one of my biggest grudges with CrossFit are that it encourages people to just “get it done.” It tells people that a faster time is more important than moving well. I even find myself doing this at times. People push through pain signals and lose positions just so they can have the best times on the board.
There are certain movements that especially warrant significant focus, like deadlifts, pull-ups, dips, snatches, and cleans. You will get much more out of these movements when you go slower and emphasize each contraction.
Do I still do kipping pull-ups? Yes.
I have to say, though, I’m starting to find so much of that stuff to be foolish and dangerous.
Are you gonna tell an elite high jumper to do a max jump for time? Hell no. It requires so much focus and intention. Yet there are so many CrossFit competitions where they encourage competitors to go for a 1 RM clean at the end of a tough workout when they’re under a time crunch. That’s when bad things happen. Just last week my friend Anthony dropped a bar on his back doing exactly that.
This is not intended to be a post hating on CrossFit.
My point is that we all need to concentrate more on movement as a whole. We do so many things without really paying full attention. Next time, just trying paying more attention to something seemingly minute and insignificant, like going for a walk. Notice each stride you take, how your breath synchronizes with your cadence, and how your torso rotates as you step. When you can, close your eyes and absorb your surroundings.
Mindful movement is a really wonderful thing. Sometimes moving slowly is actually more challenging than moving quickly.
do u ever just……. get the urge to do a back flip. like u cant do a back flip, at all, even remotely, but suddenly u wanna so u gotta physically restrain yourself from, like, throwing yourself backward off your porch
We’re in this era of incessant exercise. Don’t get me wrong, I love training. Lifting is my happy place. I love getting stronger, and challenging my mind and body.
What I’ve noticed, though, is that there’s this overwhelming pressure to workout every second of everyday. Sometimes, following elite CrossFitters on Instagram is aggravating. They post shit like “Today was an active rest day, so I just rowed a light 10k, went for an evening swim, and worked on some gymnastics.”
The training frequency of the average person is getting higher. So many people are devoting 3 or more hours to the gym each day.
While I think the proliferation of physical activity is great, it sometimes makes me feel like I’m never doing enough. I train hard 5-6 days per week, and those people make it seem like in order to be in great shape you need to have 10+ hard training sessions weekly. Like you have to constantly be lifting and sprinting and rowing. If you don’t, you’re lazy.
When I take a complete rest day, even though I know I need them, sometimes it makes me feel guilty, like I should still be biking 5 miles or something.
It’s crazy how high the bar is for training now. I can’t help but compare myself to those people.
Level 1: Mr. Darcy. Strictly entry-level. Really just awkward and kinda rude, hasn’t killed anyone.
Level 2: Lord Byron. Significantly edgier, with a laundry list of real and fictional misdeeds. Probably killed someone at some point.
Level 3: Rodion Raskolnikov. Welcome to Russian literature. You’re definitely lusting after a murderer now, but at least he’s repentant.
Level 4: Nikolai Stavrogin. You’ve graduated to Dostoevsky’s Baddest Boy. He kills people and doesn’t even feel bad after. You’re equally repulsed and turned on (as was everyone in the novel, it’s OK) and beyond all help.
Following his breakup from long time girlfriend, Owen was in need of a new apartment. He was living with his sister for a short time, but it was far too confining for them to get on safely. So, he searched everywhere. It wasn’t until tempers were at boiling point that Owen found an advert.
‘Desperately need roomate. Good large room for rent.
Will accept anyone. No creep though.
If male, there are rules and conditions.
Please contact me here.’
Owen called the number labelled at the bottom, meeting with the woman the next day. Her name was Claire Dearing. They stayed on the phone for a while, talking about where it was, what the view from his window could be and if he minded that she was held a lot of company. Owen knew exactly what she meant and knew it was no issue as he was more than likely the same. Owen arrived the next day, eager and ready to get out of his sister’s apartment. Barely greeting him at the door, a red-headed woman handed him a piece of paper. A list of rules that must be followed by everyone who wanted the room.
Twelve rules to be exact.
Must wear at least underwear around apartment on weekends, more clothes during the week in case of visitors
Do not leave the toilet seat up
Don’t drink from the milk carton
Clean up your goddamn mess, especially in the kitchen
Cooking communal meals is welcome, especially if I can’t cook. If we both can’t, we must share the take-out bill
Under no circumstances are we to sleep together, at all
Do not come into the bathroom when I am using it
Do not insult my guests - including the ones only staying the night
Do not get chummy with the guys I sleep with - I only want to see them the once
If I label food as mine, for the love of god, don’t eat it
My room is off limits at all hours of the day and week - I like my privacy and what I do in my spare time will not be discussed. I won’t mention your moans if you won’t mention mine.
Please be nice to my nephews. They visit the first Saturday of every month
Owen knew he shouldn’t have smiled at the list, merely nodded and agreed, but part of him - a large part of him - wanted to break every rule on that list. Starting with number six.