I’m worked this morning, and it’s not from the climbing day I’d hoped for yesterday. However, since I’d taken three days off from climbing-relevant training after my first max-strength training session of this season on Sunday, I absolutely needed to do something yesterday, no matter what the weather did. I could tell I was ready to climb or train again or both, given how antsy and pent up I felt after sitting on my butt (mostly) for three days, aside from the cardio workouts I do (which, as I’ve mentioned before and feel like it’s time to blog about again soon, I don’t believe have much impact as far as improving my climbing performance goes since there’s no real specificity of movement/energy systems correlation; I simply do them for general fitness/body-weight maintenance and personal-sanity-because-I-can’t-train-for-climbing-every-day reasons).
Whew. Long aside there, sorry. That’s another blog topic, and one for a day when I feel a little more together in terms of saying what I mean to say with any sort of concision – always a challenge for me, and I’m definitely more foggy in how I write/speak when I feel frazzled and fuzzy around the edges like I do this morning, after yesterday’s fragmented day of attempting to rock climb followed by changing gears to put in my hardest training session of this training segment so far.
We should have known better and sort of did, seeing the low-lying, gray clouds hovering just outside of town. Those skulking, giant obesities were just biding their time and sucking up all of the moisture in the air to inflate their bellies to the bursting point. As soon as we arrived at the crag, they began to belch forth their contents, spewing out vast quantities of spring snow and rain in a steady stream, pelting and saturating the surrounding landscape. Grim. It’s been so warm and dry this spring that we’ve been lulled into a false sense of security, thinking that it’s just going to be nice, but not so – this isn’t unusual, these late-spring storms. It was way too cold, miserable and damp to make much of this day. Doused and downtrodden, we waited for a break in the weather and scampered back to the safety of the car and the house.
I knew that I needed to work out, though, regardless of whatever happened next. I’m always frustrated and distressed when this happens – though I told myself (again) that I need to take the big-picture perspective on these types of situations and let go of the short-term expectation that so often leads to disappointment. I worked to turn my mind around from the “dammit, I really wanted to climb outside today and I was rested and ready to crush!” mentality to the “okay, no big deal, it’s just one day, and even if I’m not recovered for the next nice day, in the long run, an awesome workout on fresh muscles will probably serve me better in terms of overall climbing improvement.”
As soon as I began my workout, I started to feel better, of course – I just needed to put in some hard work in the body to soothe the mind. They work together to feel good, and when my body hasn’t been active for a few days in a climbing-oriented fashion, I start to feel restless and unfocused. And I didn’t get to climb at all yesterday, except for one really cold warm-up pitch. But the training was enough; two hours of focused and concentrated resistance work on climbing-relevant areas left me feeling satisfied and satiated – I’m definitely in the right place to do a max-strength build right now, mentally and physically both. Timed when I want it, too – as I segue into the canyon climbing season, when I can balance these intense workouts with outdoor climbing and make them work together to push my ability.
Perhaps I’ll delve into that a bit more tomorrow: how I structure my personal training segments to work with my outdoor climbing/performance plans from season to season and year to year. Stay tuned…