OK there is one exception to my "no pain no pain" rule. If your working out in physical therapy, especially trying to regain range of motion then I'm good with, "NO PAIN NO GAIN" but in normal life-extending exercise get out of my face.
This came to me in the cardio-cinema where most of my exercise induced revelations slap me in the face. Most recently memories of my father have been washing over me as I hump out the miles in front of the big screen as try and avoid the obvious; I have become my dad. If you want to read about me figuring out what this means check out; www.dumbdumbdaddyo.blogspot.com.
He was a great man and a world class athlete. Played both ways and long snapped for the undefeated, Sugar Bowl Champion, 1951 Maryland Terrapins. He taught me everything he knew about overcoming physical and emotional adversity and I didn't appreciate any of it until now.
I learned the root of Maximum Fatigue, however, from a coach who I also didn't appreciate. In fact I hated him. A lot. He was my second least favorite coach in a long list of coaches who (for better or worse) made me what I am today. I will give him the credit he deserves in a future post.
My last cardio-cinema inspired revelation was emotionally overwhelming and it became clear to me what maximufatigue.blogspot.com was going to be; a tribute to the coaches who taught me everything I know about physical fitness. The first and greatest being my father, who taught me how to appreciate good coaching and overcoming the bad ones.
I just read a little book that changed how I feel about all of them.
My new favorite all time book, "Bleachers" by John Grisham is a must read and offers keen insight into the power, magic, and dangers of MAXIMUM FATIGUE.
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