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Saturday, January 06, 2007

Entry #359

RE Lower~body

George and I lifted at Pinnacle. He was strictly business, unlike the last company I went with.

I seem to have lost some strength, but that could merely be attributed to the drastically~reduced rest periods this session.

I also began loading on creatine and taking weightgainer for breakfast today.


Sunday, December 31, 2006

Entry #358

I ran without hinder. My legs felt extremely capable, with little shin discomfort. This week has been a turning point in my progress. Leg conditioning opens up a plethora of training possibilities.


Entry #357

Tonight marked another return to the tennis court. The procedure of exercise is quickly becoming accustomary. The content of events, however, is not. I found it a surprisingly difficult task of evading George's punches. There were interruptive factors, such as dim lighting in the night, but returning habits of closing my eyes and losing track of the hits were aspects for myself.

I eventually warmed~up and became more comfortable in that area, but I was fighting my legs throughout the drill. They felt like lead. It's a sign of proper utilization for movement, but I should train them to more of an extent than just heavy lifting. Nevertheless, I'm making significant improvements; there was hardly a hint of cramping, something that was somewhat of an issue last session, and a cause of ending the entire day the session before that. The fact that this proceeded those exhaustive days further substantiates that.

That was only the beginning. Immediately thereafter, we practiced stance skipping across the court and back, and moved on to an exercise of one man kicking forward, and the other countering while moving back. This was also done across the court. I had to sacrifice height for proper pivoting here.

Next, we engaged in a similar drill, only the defendant would be reacting with his hands. This was less strenuous on my legs because we chose to stay in a single spot, rather than perform it across the area.

I seem to be getting more apt at anticipating. I'm aware that this can't apply to everybody, but when it came my turn to box and for George to defend, I was able to fake him out with feints to the extent that I had to hold back on them. A very deceptive move I tried out was an upper~cut immediately followed by an over~hand, and vice~versa. The latter of the two punches made contact everytime. In an actual match, this would leave my arms out and tangled should they miss, with nothing at my guard for that instant, but it is still interesting. Being able to recognize what can and cannot directly apply seems to be becoming a more natural process.


Saturday, December 30, 2006

Entry #356

I went on a run to the bookstore and back. My cardio is nothing short of impressive at this point, but more noteworthy is the fact that I had less of an issue with my shins than before, despite gaining weight regularly; indeed, it was nothing that made me stop prematurely and walk the rest of the way. I attribute this to the rise in strain I've subjected them to the past few days. I'm going to train my legs to be iron.


Thursday, December 28, 2006

Entry #355

George and I returned to the tennis court to finish off from where we last concluded. Once again, we practiced the evasive drill of one man attacking and the other defending.



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