Truth

Having taken yesterday off (to attend the art opening of a friend) I was rested and ready. The protocol was designed to isolate and respond to the four main training principals; Intensity, duration, frequency and recovery. With the sub category tangential elements of focus, flow, balance, sustainability and explosive power included to round it all out. All told the 60 minutes, with no formal warm up today would, by proxy, bring stamina and endurance into play as the classic build unfolds over time.

It would to go like this:

.30 @ 11 seated

.30 @ 11 standing with final .05 a push

.30 seated recovery @ 7/120

Repeat adding a gear per rep until 21.

Repeat format at .60

Repeat format at .90

It killed. 

Next up was a weight session with Jr. who set a freshman record in the 100 meters Thursday with a smoking 10:88. As cooked as I was from the spin set I hung in there with him during our 45 minute full body (minus lunges today) set. Last week after our Sunday session I experienced some nasty delayed onset of muscular fatigue (DOMS) that lasted well into the week. We will see what happens this time around.

We also got to talk about his racing, his effort, his expectations and his attitude, all of which get high marks form his uncle/coach/training partner. We talked a little about Plato and Socrates trying to fit their wisdom into our approach, their knowledge juxtaposed to suit our immediate needs. Naturally I brought up the facts versus truth debate to illustrate the vast difference between fast and faster. Between strong and stronger, between smart and brilliant. We finished with a final bench set, pushing up the 105 pounds with accompanying grunts, just as his Mom entered our garage-turned-weight room to take him for a hair cut. 

He plays bass clarinet with the HS band so I figured the analogy I am currently floating almost everywhere would end our time together with a nice crescendo. Crash-boom-bang. 

Facts are like the notes on your sheet music, they were put there by the composer and must be played with strict adherence. If they are played with total involvement, with heart and soul, that becomes the truth. Your truth. The aria of your soul, your spirit’s overture. 

Facts dictate that to better oneself one must do the requisite work, study and practice. One must get stronger, more flexible and posses total dedication to the journey in order to improve in the 100 meters. It is the same way that one becomes concert master. The only difference between first place and the first chair is one of location. 

The finish line or concert hall could be where one will find their truth.