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keryxThe last time I actually tackled the new movements was I think while in Seattle. Between the endless October malaise and my complicated dance life, there wasn't time.
But tonight I was having fun! My two sets of five turned into four sets. It felt good - partly just that I haven't trained anything CSTish except for intu-flow for like 3 weeks.
RPD: 2 (that is, it felt awkward to do again, but really good)
RPE: 7 (especially after the quad squats, I feel like my facial muscles are the only ones that aren't used, and I'm twitchy all over)
RPT: 6 (definitely still a beginner, but I think improving & mostly smooth)
Weird side effect! Now that I'm getting used to very very slightly better range of motion post-dance, which now feels stiff and tired (even though it's actually less so I suspect than before), I don't see as obvious/immediate release from the previous anti-dance thp. I still do the anti-dance thp, because it keeps me mobile the next day - and it's evolving a nice meditative quality. But! The new grow-a-spine thp totally helps. My spine goes right where it's supposed to when I get off the mat.
I heart training. Training rocks. Train good, and you train everything good. Which totally applies to life, by the way.
So, Wednesday (3 hours of solid dancing, woot!) and tonight (Thursday), I added the hurdler's squat shin roll at the end of my post-dance decompression. But this week, I got my hands off the ground. Yay! In the process, I discovered some 10-year-old trauma/bracing/craziness. It didn't hurt, I wasn't actually anywhere near danger, but if I take the weight off my hands, there's a point where the knee turns a bit and I swear there was a cluster of my nerves on the inside of my left kneecap actually experiencing terror independent of any other part of my body.
I mean. I realize the body doesn't actually work quite like that, but I needed a little vibration drill action to (heh, kinda literally) shake the feeling off. And now I feel a little sad, and a bit like I just re-experienced 1996. The turn into and out of the hurdler's squat reminds me a bit of Suzuki training, and I'm guessing that what happened is I moved and weighted my left knee in a way that released some of the deeper bracing that's obviously still left from that injury.
It was... well, honestly, it was upsetting. But a sort of upset that leaves you thinking this is something important. I have a massage (with my fabulous massage therapist who always talks about body work as a partner activity, never as something she does to me) this weekend, and I think I'll focus a little extra attention there. Maybe I'm ready to dig into this; let's face it, I've been limiting my movement in little subtle almost-unconscious ways since that stint in physical therapy. It's been a long time.
But tonight I was having fun! My two sets of five turned into four sets. It felt good - partly just that I haven't trained anything CSTish except for intu-flow for like 3 weeks.
RPD: 2 (that is, it felt awkward to do again, but really good)
RPE: 7 (especially after the quad squats, I feel like my facial muscles are the only ones that aren't used, and I'm twitchy all over)
RPT: 6 (definitely still a beginner, but I think improving & mostly smooth)
Weird side effect! Now that I'm getting used to very very slightly better range of motion post-dance, which now feels stiff and tired (even though it's actually less so I suspect than before), I don't see as obvious/immediate release from the previous anti-dance thp. I still do the anti-dance thp, because it keeps me mobile the next day - and it's evolving a nice meditative quality. But! The new grow-a-spine thp totally helps. My spine goes right where it's supposed to when I get off the mat.
I heart training. Training rocks. Train good, and you train everything good. Which totally applies to life, by the way.
So, Wednesday (3 hours of solid dancing, woot!) and tonight (Thursday), I added the hurdler's squat shin roll at the end of my post-dance decompression. But this week, I got my hands off the ground. Yay! In the process, I discovered some 10-year-old trauma/bracing/craziness. It didn't hurt, I wasn't actually anywhere near danger, but if I take the weight off my hands, there's a point where the knee turns a bit and I swear there was a cluster of my nerves on the inside of my left kneecap actually experiencing terror independent of any other part of my body.
I mean. I realize the body doesn't actually work quite like that, but I needed a little vibration drill action to (heh, kinda literally) shake the feeling off. And now I feel a little sad, and a bit like I just re-experienced 1996. The turn into and out of the hurdler's squat reminds me a bit of Suzuki training, and I'm guessing that what happened is I moved and weighted my left knee in a way that released some of the deeper bracing that's obviously still left from that injury.
It was... well, honestly, it was upsetting. But a sort of upset that leaves you thinking this is something important. I have a massage (with my fabulous massage therapist who always talks about body work as a partner activity, never as something she does to me) this weekend, and I think I'll focus a little extra attention there. Maybe I'm ready to dig into this; let's face it, I've been limiting my movement in little subtle almost-unconscious ways since that stint in physical therapy. It's been a long time.