That's one of my favorite Disney songs and it works well since I'm competing against Hang (pronounced Hung) during my training. While it's good motivation for my training, the training itself has not been going as well as I had planned.
Last Wednesday I re-tweaked my hamstring. Hang and I had gone through a tough workout doing lots of quick-feet type work on the step ladder. My hamstring has felt great ever since I got back from Europe two weeks ago and it has not given me any soreness whatsoever. At the very end of the workout Eric had us doing 70% sprints and on the first one I pulled up lame. I was really frustrated because it didn't hurt whatsoever, I wasn't pushing it, and then all of a sudden it just seized up on me. We originally thought it was a spasm, which did happen, but I strained it as well. I was supposed to get tested on my 30m time the next day, but with the injury it was a no-go.
That Thursday I scheduled a massage for that morning. Eric told me that I had really tight "ilial-tibial bands" and that a massage would not only help my hamstrings but those as well. I asked to repeat what was tight and he again said, "ilial-tibial bands." I told him "Bless you! Now what is tight again?" Making sure he wasn't pulling my leg...get it? get it?...I asked the masseuse if those things actually existed. They do, and mine are tight. Go figure. The masseuse gave my legs a good working over and then offered to stretch me to make me more flexible...this was quite awkward. If getting your legs thrown left, right, up, down and at painful angles all over while you've effectively got a tiny towel covering your bits and pieces isn't awkward, then I don't know what is. It did help though and my legs felt better after she was done.
Later on in the day I went to training over at Parisi and had my dad come to watch and take pictures. I'm still working on uploading the photos but they will be posted shortly. Having my father come to watch me train was a lot of fun. My mom posted earlier about how I certainly don't get my enthusiasm for hard training from her, and while some things are unique about me, my training ethic is most definitely culled from my dad. After he returned from Vietnam, my dad was in charge of a reserve Marine platoon and would have to lead them in physical fitness training because they were tested throughout the year. My dad prided himself on being better than anyone else in his platoon in every aspect. He would do more pull-ups, sit-ups and he would run faster and farther than anyone else. At the end of a distance run he would run back and encourage those that had yet to finish. He then waited for everyone else to leave before he would have my mom come bring the car as close to his building as possible and she would help him essentially crawl to the car. He now can't play sports and can't run at all...ahh what a life.
Though the posts that people write are encouraging, nothing beats having a family member present while you're training. It gives me that little extra "oomph" to do that much more. Eric took it "easy" on me that day and had me do about 5 sets of stairs, medicine ball throws-horizontal, medicine ball tosses-vertical, and side lunges-killer. Each set of stairs involved me doing 10 flights of 21 steps, the medicine ball throws had me in a planted position throwing the ball sideways, the medicine ball tosses had me squatting and heaving it up then squatting and throwing it down, and the side lunges had me going about 45 yards back and forth with a thick band around my ankles. Then, of course, came the abs. Eric wanted to show off to my dad so he had me do 320 different crunches and then 15 yards of Death Planks. Eric got a kick out of it. I, on the other hand, just wanted to kick him.
Pics and another post coming tomorrow!
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Benny, you certainly have a great "blog" here, but you neglected to highlight your excellent training regiment this past Saturday night. As the lad who will be your entire entourage at Lake Placid, dutifully filling the roles of Driver, Friend, Trainer, Bodyguard and even Fluffer, it is my responsibility to enlighten.
You began by "powerlifting" dozens of Sweet Suicide chicken wings, followed by twelve ounce "curls" of Pennsylvania's finest Lager (taking care to "isolate" the "upper dorcimus") and finally "maxing out" with multiple "reps" of liver-busting Vodka cocktails. FYI: the Cold War is over and Goose died, there's no use trying to beat the Ruskies at a game they invented, comrade.
To be fair, you did end up doing some "cardiovascular" work ...carrying on like a Red Bull-infused Helen Keller breakdancing on a bed of hot coals.
I guess you had the last laugh, however, beacuse you didn't have to sleep in the back seat of your Jeep like some displaced Katrina victim. Only in this case, Nedder1 was to blame instead of the federal government.
So all in all, it just another weekend of training for you. I personally had a great time and wouldn't trade it for anything ...unless it was a stolen fratty teeshirt once worn as a joke by Caitlin.
UUUUUUUU-S-A!
ABP Benjamin ABP & ABWO...this has to be your new way of life these next few weeks - LP is right around the corner! What is ABP you ask? Well for you laypersons out there...ABP - Always be posting. Ben you have the need for speed, but I, I have the need to read your post...and once a week just isn't going to cut it for me...I NEED MORE!
Now ABWO is what you need to get you to the next level...Always be working out...I took these words right from Bella Caroli himself...the same Bella that picked tiny Kerry Strug off the mat. Well buddy I am picking you up off the mat. Putting you in the gym, taking those wings out of your hand, replacing all those lagers with Michelob Ultra's thats right ULTRA's.
You push yourself to the limit I push myself to the limit. If you throw up because your working out so hard, I will eat McDonalds until I throw up. If you fall down during a sprint; I will fall down on my way to the fax machine. I will be with you every step of the way!
For all you readers out there how about taking some time out of your crazy day and show this man some support. Put up a comment let him know your out there! Because we will be all going to the Olympic games in 2010...that right we will...and we will be riding on the shoulders of Mr. Benjamin Lieb
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