A dear friend recently told me he thought I ought to reconsider how I’m working out. He’s heard and seen some of what we do in the 3PP and is afraid it’s not sustainable. He’s right – it’s not.
So, early this morning, pj, stud, jmo, and I did an hour of stupid. We did heavy balls, heavy kettle bells, heavy dumbbells, heavy goblet squats, and enough TRX high and low to send our core into a state of panic. We finished with 58 toes to the bitchbeam. Stud was getting dizzy, jmo was on the rivets, and I was seeing bright lights.
Jmo’s 59, Stud’s 64, and I’m only 58. Nothing is sustainable, friend. I can’t play tennis the way I once did. Same with basketball. My left hip doesn’t like the quick cutting motions. If I were to go out and run up and down the court with the Lady Buckeye’s, after a few trips my left hip would be screaming “THIS isn’t sustainable, dumbass!” So, I do what I can and laugh about what I no longer can. Laugh, don’t loathe. Laugh, don’t leave. Laugh, don’t let go.
Laugh and do what you can.
The recipe for continuing to move well past your prime, is to not stop doing what you can. Know your body. Know your limits. And. Push. Them. Today, we finished strong and did more than we thought we could on the not so friendly beam. Someday, I’m certain, we won’t be able to sustain a workout such as this. Today is not that day. Your problem, friend, is you don’t know what really good acute pain feels like. Most of us are so accustomed to the dull, chronic pain that comes when we age and stop making ourselves do what we still can. Do what you can. Hang out with those who make you do more, not less. Of course it’s unsustainable.
Someday. Not today. Good…