Training Sucks

My right shoulder aches just under the scapula. It’s probably a good hint that I should put off the rest of my pushups for the night.

I’m in the midst of testing out High Frequency Training, which is really just a continuation of my using crutches. But wait! I don’t think I ever told the story of how I got injured to begin with:

Flashback: After months of mentally debilitating poverty and lack of training in dance or tricking, I walked into Mayne Stage in Chicago completely unready to do battle.

I had been invited by the director of Chicago Dance, Crash! to come and battle with a smattering of other dancers, both company dancers and guests. It was an honor and I had not had the opportunity to dance in a long time, so I agreed, thinking that I would train in the time leading up to it. I did not.

I was battling a company dancer and went as far as I could comfortably go. But as the music drew to a close, I felt the need to end with a finale – a backflip variation called an x-out.

My air sense had been off the whole night, but I had been landing moves consistently. This time, I was not so lucky. As I landed, I felt as though my instep collapsed in on itself.

I won the round, but I lost the battle.

A summary of my ensuing medical adventures:

  • Emergency Room: “Your foot is broken!”
  • Orthopedic Doctor: “Your foot isn’t broken. But there’s a weird space between your bones, so you might need surgery!”
  • MRI Room: *plays Michael Buble on Pandora*
  • Orthopedic Doctor: “Good news! You probably don’t need surgery. Also, we took an x-ray of your other foot and the space is there, too. Your feet are weird. Come back in a month.”

I spent a week or so on crutches after that, and shortly thereafter started High Frequency Training, which I heard about on reddit. It’s quite simple – you just do 100 pushups a day. I found my upper body getting stronger day by day on crutches, and I figured that the rationale would work for pushups as well.

It’s made me think about my relationship with training, whether it’s tricking, programming, or pushups. This is also quite simple. I hate training. The only time I don’t hate training is when I hate myself more for not being able to do X thing, or when I’m teaching or socially involved. Any other time, I generally regard training with the same attitude I regard a skunk’s odor – disgust and repulsion.

It’s not that I’m weak willed. It’s that I’m weak willed and attention deficit. I suppose that’s why 100 pushups a day is more intriguing to me than 3 sets of 30 every other day. I don’t have to think about it, and it’s a nice, clean number (I guess you can throw in OCD with the rest of my afflictions). Similarly, it’s why stupid shit like jumping into the air and twisting before landing on my feet seems like a good idea. It’s intriguing, exciting, and it has a very low time commitment.

I guess the question is…how can I trick my ADD, OCD, lazy self into doing something when I don’t want to? Perhaps I don’t. But there are a hell of a lot of things I could use some practice at.