Pumping Irony

Craig Cox, EL’s managing editor, chronicles his adventures into the frightening world of middle-age exercise.

Monthly Archives: December 2009

Experience Life Magazine

Taking It on the Shin







It’s definitely December
now (a balmy 24 degrees this morning), so I’ve parked my bicycle in the garage
for the next four months and will begin my day with a walking commute up the
street to the train station, across Hiawatha Avenue, through Minnehaha Park
(stopping to admire how the falls freeze from the bottom up), across the
Intercity Bridge and up the hill to the office. It’s a great way to begin and
end the day — so long as my knees hold out.

 

Actually, it’s
not my knees that concern me these days as much as my shins — or, to be more
specific, medial tibial stress syndrome. It’s a shooting pain just below my left
knee on the inside of my tibia. As the helpful people at athleticadvisor.com
put it, this is basically an overuse condition traced to things like “improper
footwear, muscle strength imbalance, muscle inflexibility or improper running
surface.” I’m guessing that it’s my lack of flexibility, as usual, that’s
causing the problem, because when I stretch out my left calf muscles, I can
really feel it.

 

Apparently,
what’s going on is some inflammation where the gastrocnemius, soleus and
tibialis muscles connect to the tibia. It’s not really debilitating — I played
basketball and tennis with it last week without any noticeable damage. But,
every once in a while, it flares up enough to get my attention.

 

The solution, of
course, is to stretch it out regularly and maybe work to strengthen those
aforementioned posterior and anterior leg muscles with some specific exercises
(any ideas?). Or I could back off a little on my weekly basketball game (I suck
anyway) and let it heal — not a bad option for the short-term, probably.

 

Meanwhile, I’ll
try to spend at least some time this week stretching it out. It can’t hurt,
right?

Experience Life Magazine

A Welcome Epiphany







Loyal readers of
these pages (yes, you two know who you are) know me to be a bit random in my
workout approach. I do my cardio. I do my lifting. I ignore my stretching. My
assumption all along has been that as long as I stay active, it shouldn’t
really matter what I’m doing or when I’m doing it.

 

Well, I was
wrong.

 

Or at least
that’s what noted fitness guru John Berardi is saying in this piece on muscle recovery.
According to Berardi, I shouldn’t be subjecting specific muscles to intense
weightlifting sessions more frequently than once every seven days. That’s
because each session damages the muscle and depletes the calcium balance and
protein content. And if you don’t give the body enough time to refuel the
muscle, you’re going to see diminished results. Or, as he puts it:

 

Without adequate recovery of calcium balance, muscle
energy, and muscle protein content, your muscle force will be lower with each
subsequent workout, thereby reducing the quality of the workout in terms of the
weight lifted. This is certainly not the way to get stronger. In addition,
unless you wait until full structural recovery occurs, you will simply be
destroying the new muscle tissue being formed to replace the damaged tissue.”

 

In other words, if I go to
the gym every other day and work my way through the same lifting routine, I’m
actually damaging those muscles.
Thus, the need to have a plan that works different muscle groups in some sort
of rotation.

 

I’m guessing that by
“intense” lifting, Berardi is referring to those workouts in which you tax your
muscles to their maximum capabilities — the old “lift to failure” routine — an
approach I practice fairly regularly. I’m going to assume, then, that my normal
morning bodyweight (pushups and planks) and kettlebell routine would not
qualify, since it’s meant primarily to get my heart beating and my blood
circulating.

 

I’m also going to assume
that my weekly basketball and tennis workouts (a great 7-5 4-6 match last night
with my tennis buddy, M.E., by the way) are not doing more damage, given that
they are designed to work whole groups of muscles — and function more as
flexibility exercises than as strength training.

 

If I’m interpreting all this
properly, then, I simply need to develop a strength-training plan that guides
me through a weekly routine working specific muscle groups — say a core workout
followed by an upper body routine the next time at the gym, and a lower body
workout the next. Mix that up with my regular cardio, plus basketball and
tennis, and I’d say that would do the trick.

 

I know, I know . . . This is
such a “DUH!” moment for most folks. Of course, you have to vary your routine,
work different parts of your body, etc…. But I’ve never seen it explained in
the way Berardi expains it. So, I’m going to treat this as an epiphany. Plus, I
happen to like epiphanies.

Experience Life Magazine

Pain Reliever







It used to be that the
second day after basketball I’d really feel the pain (it’s called DOMS, delayed
onset muscle soreness
), but I was surprised yesterday morning to find that I wasn’t
hobbling around as much as I thought I might. It’s all relative, of course, but
aside from a mysterious twinge at the top of my left shin, I was feeling pretty
good. So I went through my usual morning meditation/workout routine and headed
off to work.

 

There’s plenty of research
to back up the notion that it’s better to exercise your creaky joints and aching muscles than it is to baby them. As Matt Fitzgerald points out in this EL piece from a couple of years ago, Swedish
researchers in 2005 found that “moderate exercise strengthened cartilage,
reduced pain and improved functional performance in a group of patients at risk
for developing osteoarthritis of the knees.”

 

My Lovely Wife, whose bum
right knee prevents her from running, relies on daily bicycle rides (yes, even
in the Minnesota winter) to loosen — and strengthen — that troublesome joint.
And her weekly yoga practice has allowed her to improve her flexibility to a
point where she can now get pretty close to a 90-degree squat for the first
time since she injured her knee more than 30 years ago. And I’ve found more
often than not that even moderate movement is a great solution to creaky joints
– and sore muscles.

 

This approach is echoed by Fitzgerald,
who explains that exercise “literally warms the muscles, making them more
pliable, and releases synovial fluid in the joints, lubricating them and
allowing them to move more easily.”

 

So, despite my
crazier-than-normal foray on the basketball court Monday night, I was able to
push through whatever soreness I did have yesterday with a moderate morning
workout. By evening, I felt good enough to hit the gym for a 3-mile “run” on
the Elliptical Death Machine followed by a half-hour of lifting. Then, just to
show off, I walked the 2 ½ miles home!!!

 

And I lived to tell about
it.

Experience Life Magazine

Disaster Averted







Well, of course I played
basketball last night — despite a weird twinge in my left knee and a general
whole-body soreness from Sunday’s tennis match/basketball shoot-around. (What
did you expect?)

 

And it was OK. I didn’t roll
my ankle or catch an elbow in the mouth or take a knee in the groin. I mostly
stayed out of the way of the big guys in the paint and tried to make some good
passes and play sort of a middling defense. All my cardio work seemed to pay
off, in that I could go up and down the court for a solid 90 minutes and still
feel pretty fresh by the end of the evening.

 

All my old basketball
buddies had aged — some more gracefully than others. D.D., who’s in his
mid-50s, hobbled up and down the court like a man who needs a new hip — which
he does. T.W., who’s pushing 60, can’t quite get off the ground anymore when
he’s rebounding. And J.Y., now in his early 50s, doesn’t really drive the lane
anymore for those acrobatic underhanded lay-ups.

 

They weren’t alone in
showing their years. I didn’t expect that I would exactly light it up after so
many years away from the game, but I also didn’t expect it would be so tough to
get off a shot that didn’t clang off the backboard or miss the rim entirely. In
the final game of the evening, with my team needing one basket to clinch the
game (we hadn’t won one all night) I broke free for an easy lay-up . . . and it
rolled off the rim.

 

Still, it was fun to trade
jibes with these old guys again after so many years away from the court, and it
was gratifying to realize that my workout regimen over the past three years had
kept me in good enough shape to avoid cardiac arrest.

 

Now if I can just get my
shooting stroke back.