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February 08, 2012
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February 07, 2012
Ramblings
Well my left calf is still laid up but definitely on the mend. No BJJ tonight. On the upside, I did my push-ups this morning and they are finally getting easier! I am up to 3 sets of 20 and my final reps no longer feel like utter misery, the way my last few reps felt two weeks ago, when I was only performing 10 and 12 at a time.
I can feel the strength building in my arms so when I push the last ones, there is actual, honest-to-goodness, muscle fibers firing off and doing the work. Does this make any sense? I am still working hard, but the work is more enjoyable because I have more efficient tools to complete the task. Adrenalin is lovely tool, but when you are building strength in weak areas, true ability to complete an action is refreshing after two weeks of relying on guts and stubbornness.
Bonus, years ago I used to work out to Tamilee Webb's Buns of Steel. There, I said it, so what. (what? stop laughing). This morning I realized those exercises will come in handy this week for caloric burnage whilst waiting for my calf to restore it's luster.
Train well, and don't get injured.
Dag
(ps- my husband just read this and exclaimed "You DIDN'T! You should NOT put this information on a public website!) lol
I can feel the strength building in my arms so when I push the last ones, there is actual, honest-to-goodness, muscle fibers firing off and doing the work. Does this make any sense? I am still working hard, but the work is more enjoyable because I have more efficient tools to complete the task. Adrenalin is lovely tool, but when you are building strength in weak areas, true ability to complete an action is refreshing after two weeks of relying on guts and stubbornness.
Bonus, years ago I used to work out to Tamilee Webb's Buns of Steel. There, I said it, so what. (what? stop laughing). This morning I realized those exercises will come in handy this week for caloric burnage whilst waiting for my calf to restore it's luster.
Train well, and don't get injured.
Dag
(ps- my husband just read this and exclaimed "You DIDN'T! You should NOT put this information on a public website!) lol
February 05, 2012
Sucker in dirt post
So. Off I went on a speed work out today at a track. Slow, easy two lap warm up. Stretch, recover. Four 100 yard sprints. Stretch, recover. One 400 at what felt like a good clip. Totally was not a good enough clip. Like, there was no clip involved. There was however, a gallon of molasses involved. I was not fast enough. At all. I need to be under 85 seconds. I was at 110 seconds. And my heart was pounding. WTF?????
Decided to bust out some 200's instead. On the second 200 my left calf seized up and I went tumbling to the ground. Lovely. Just @#$%^&ing lovely. Now I am here on the couch eating part of the Caesar salad I was going to take to my squad's game party, my leg is elevated with ice and it !@#$%ing hurts like a mother!@#$% to walk. hrumph.
Decided to bust out some 200's instead. On the second 200 my left calf seized up and I went tumbling to the ground. Lovely. Just @#$%^&ing lovely. Now I am here on the couch eating part of the Caesar salad I was going to take to my squad's game party, my leg is elevated with ice and it !@#$%ing hurts like a mother!@#$% to walk. hrumph.
February 04, 2012
The Details
I only rolled twice this week, but had good classes. On Tuesday we worked on take downs and did several short rounds, so everyone suffered a good whipping.
Alex taught class on Thursday and reviewed an arm lock detail (from the guard) worth a share. If you have your opponent in your guard, place your foot on their hip (for whichever side you choose), but be sure to lock your knee behind your opponent's shoulder. If they try to posture up, close the guard again and use your legs to break it, then place your foot on their hip again and close the knee behind the shoulder. Use your other leg to "slice" your opponent's torso down, which is infinitely easier if you successfully lock the knee behind their shoulder. Squeeze your legs together to solidify this position just before inflicting the arm lock.
The SWAT training is going slow, but going well. I have such a long way to go before I reach the peak condition required for the physical test. I remind myself daily, heck hourly, I am building a house, very carefully, one brick at a time. I can do this. I WILL do this. I HAVE to do this.
Sunday morning I will be up to 3 sets of 20 push-ups and I will be doing speed work at the track. The improvement in pull-up strength is...constipatingly slow. I can feel the improvement, I mean, I can do 2 solid on my own, but then I get to that 3rd one and the muscles quit. This "quit" can be discouraging, but I have to remember, there was a day when I could not do half of one. When I reach 3 sets of 30 push-ups, I am going to change my Tabata work outs and start working for numbers against the clock.
I also still have work to do in the running and sit up department, but I know I will improve quickly and reliably in those tasks. It's that pesky arm strength...but I know I can do this, I mean heck, people who are blind and missing limbs compete WELL as elite athletes at an international level. So when I look at my fully furnished self, I think, yeah you had BETTER do this. No excuses.
Train well,
Dag
Alex taught class on Thursday and reviewed an arm lock detail (from the guard) worth a share. If you have your opponent in your guard, place your foot on their hip (for whichever side you choose), but be sure to lock your knee behind your opponent's shoulder. If they try to posture up, close the guard again and use your legs to break it, then place your foot on their hip again and close the knee behind the shoulder. Use your other leg to "slice" your opponent's torso down, which is infinitely easier if you successfully lock the knee behind their shoulder. Squeeze your legs together to solidify this position just before inflicting the arm lock.
The SWAT training is going slow, but going well. I have such a long way to go before I reach the peak condition required for the physical test. I remind myself daily, heck hourly, I am building a house, very carefully, one brick at a time. I can do this. I WILL do this. I HAVE to do this.
Sunday morning I will be up to 3 sets of 20 push-ups and I will be doing speed work at the track. The improvement in pull-up strength is...constipatingly slow. I can feel the improvement, I mean, I can do 2 solid on my own, but then I get to that 3rd one and the muscles quit. This "quit" can be discouraging, but I have to remember, there was a day when I could not do half of one. When I reach 3 sets of 30 push-ups, I am going to change my Tabata work outs and start working for numbers against the clock.
I also still have work to do in the running and sit up department, but I know I will improve quickly and reliably in those tasks. It's that pesky arm strength...but I know I can do this, I mean heck, people who are blind and missing limbs compete WELL as elite athletes at an international level. So when I look at my fully furnished self, I think, yeah you had BETTER do this. No excuses.
Train well,
Dag
January 30, 2012
Continued from last...
I am feeling rather naked after my last post. Not vulnerable. I mean, I wish it was only vulnerable. The term "stripped down" comes to mind.
okay well anyway.
I wrote about having to dig deep in my last post. Ha! Deep is an understatement. I need to drill way down below Mariana's Trench. Those physical requirements? They need to be performed under fatigued circumstances. It's not good enough to be able to knock out a slew of pull-ups. I need to knock them out after all the other stuff. The academy has not been announced yet, so I might have four months to prepare or I might have one year.
So I have shovels in both hands. I have been on this road two weeks now and have already seen edges of improvement in my strength. My husband, bless him, helped me out with pull-ups the other day. At the end of the workout I actually cried, which is something I had not experienced since starting BJJ. The tears were not caused by sadness, rather by the weird shared reservoir that exists between emotion and physical exertion. I predict more of the same.
This decision has really set me free. Right now the department is buzzing with everyone gearing up for tests and when I am asked "Hey are you taking the detectives exam? The sergeants exam?" I exuberantly reply, "Nope." I am exuberant because the path is so clear now.
Dag
January 29, 2012
A New Road
So so sorry for the slight absence. Rest assured it's not because I have not been training, quite the opposite in fact. I am now training like the dickens. More on that later.
I have decided to reveal a few specifics about myself, as I have just embarked on an..adventure, yes adventure, at work. An adventure I want to document well. Writing about this will also give my husband a short burst of a break from the being the sole person who listens to me go on and on and on and on about it; additionally I will not be able to be honest in my writing unless you know the details.
So,
I have hinted around that I work in law enforcement. I do. I am a police officer in San Diego.
I am in patrol in a busy command in a busy area. I love it. The greatest part of police work? Well, it beats working for a living! I get to drive around, meet fascinating characters, do fascinating things, and occasionally (forgive the cliche') scratch out a positive influence into the world.
One of the more popular career routes in my line of work is to work patrol for a few years, then move into an investigative position, or promote up in the ranks. When I started this gig, I always assumed I would be perfectly happy moving into investigations. A few years ago I had the opportunity to work investigations as an "Acting" detective. What an eye opener. For the first time in my life, I was in an office environment. After 10 years in restaurants and (at the time) 7 years in a patrol vehicle, the office environment was...well, an office environment. For a woman who relishes rock-em sock-em physical activity, the forest of tables and chairs and partitions and the office-y culture was, in retrospect, downright miserable.
To add insult to injury, the team I was assigned to was something akin to a horribly dysfunctional family, a fact I simultaneously discovered and was told about after being there for a couple of months. This was an upsetting situation, as this team was supposed to be a fun, sought after position, but in reality it was a pit of doom. For the first time in my law enforcement career, I had a supervisor who was not a good fit for the work we did, and two co-workers that were,.. oh what a long story this could be,...you know I'll keep it short, they were simply awful. Most of you have not met me, but I am an easy person to get along with, so to be in constant conflict with TWO people on a small team was agony.
Needless to say my first experience in investigations was not what I expected. But there was a short respite! After my first assignment ended, I moved to a different team with great people and a great supervisor and I thought, okay, NOW we can move this career along. I had an okay time, but it was just that, just okay. I would listen to the busy bustling radio from my quiet, polite desk and long to be out in the car. Out in the street. Out in the thick of it.
When my "acting" detective rotation ended I went back to patrol, and not a moment to soon. I plunged back like a dehydrated succulent into water. Soon enough, the testing process for a permanent detective position came around and I studied. and. studied. This is what you do right? My mentors all told me, "You have to do this! You are a great investigator!" Yeah so I studied, albeit without passion. I thought, well, even if I make the detective's list, I won't have to worry about being promoted right away (it's a slow process), which I considered a good thing, because I still loved patrol!
My score on the detective's test was so so. In the middle. About the level of my interest in spending time in an office. Selections were made. I was not. And I didn't care! But I was also still thinking, gosh my mentors have all told me I should be an investigator...blah blah blah..
Fast forward 6 months------The proverbial straw upon the camel. I was on patrol one night and a "cover now" call came out, meaning an officer was calling for emergency assistance. Off I went! Lights on! Sirens on! Gas pedal on! Rip roaring through the streets! I could not wait to get there in the middle of the fire fight. Let me be clear, this was a radio call in which gunshots were fired and I could not wait to get there. I remember thinking, I should really pay attention to this. This is what I love, being out in the street scrapping it up at 3am.
Fast forward again 6 months to mid-2011----Another round of tests were announced and I decided some new direction and sharp focus was needed. I asked myself, do I want to devote all those hours to studying for this damn test for a job I am not dying to do? I realized that much like the urge to have children has never materialized for me, the urge to be an investigator was just not on the horizon right now. I examined my life's activities. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (and BTW training is going really well) Eskrima (just received my first promotion), running, fitness, new eating habits. I realized I relish the warrior's path.
I am going out for SWAT.
The test will require that I dig like never before. A minimum of 30 push-ups in one minute. A minimum of 30 sit-ups in one minute. A minimum of 6 pull-ups, no time limit. A 440 run in under 85 seconds. An obstacle course that switches rapidly from arm work to leg work, in under 4 minutes. I will need to do better than the minimums to be competitive. The test also requires proficiency in shooting, of course.
I had designs on SWAT many years ago but forgot about it because the physical requirements were so great. And lord, what a whiny statement! Oh it's really hard to do! The last couple of months of soul searching I thought, "because it's difficult" is a rotten excuse to not go for something. And it was decided one night, this is my path.
I can do the sit-ups. I can do the run. The push-ups and pull-ups are my current improvement obsession. The shooting part is matter of practice and practice and more practice. I am using the Armstrong program as a guide for my pull-ups, and I am doing 3 sets of push-ups 3 mornings a week. I started with sets of 10 a week and half ago, and am now up to sets of 18. I just ordered resistance bands which I will use to strengthen my pull-ups and push-ups.
I am going to write about this process here but I am also going to log my numbers on Fitocracy. The Tabata Protocol app on my I-Pad has been an invaluable tool, as you can set the "work" and "rest" for any amount of time. Last Tuesday night I was nearly nauseous after the Tabata workout...:))
On a more metaphysical note, the week I made this decision I told a few people at work and was immediately inundated with pages of information packets from a SWAT officer on my watch, emails from two other women who are going to test for SWAT, and excellent advice from sergeants I respect. It was like the road had been sitting next to me the whole time and the moment I opened the gate, the flood washed in and carried me through.
I have a ton of writing to do on BJJ training but I have now occupied this restaurant table for toooooo long, so I'll sign off.
Train well!
Dag
I have decided to reveal a few specifics about myself, as I have just embarked on an..adventure, yes adventure, at work. An adventure I want to document well. Writing about this will also give my husband a short burst of a break from the being the sole person who listens to me go on and on and on and on about it; additionally I will not be able to be honest in my writing unless you know the details.
So,
I have hinted around that I work in law enforcement. I do. I am a police officer in San Diego.
I am in patrol in a busy command in a busy area. I love it. The greatest part of police work? Well, it beats working for a living! I get to drive around, meet fascinating characters, do fascinating things, and occasionally (forgive the cliche') scratch out a positive influence into the world.
One of the more popular career routes in my line of work is to work patrol for a few years, then move into an investigative position, or promote up in the ranks. When I started this gig, I always assumed I would be perfectly happy moving into investigations. A few years ago I had the opportunity to work investigations as an "Acting" detective. What an eye opener. For the first time in my life, I was in an office environment. After 10 years in restaurants and (at the time) 7 years in a patrol vehicle, the office environment was...well, an office environment. For a woman who relishes rock-em sock-em physical activity, the forest of tables and chairs and partitions and the office-y culture was, in retrospect, downright miserable.
To add insult to injury, the team I was assigned to was something akin to a horribly dysfunctional family, a fact I simultaneously discovered and was told about after being there for a couple of months. This was an upsetting situation, as this team was supposed to be a fun, sought after position, but in reality it was a pit of doom. For the first time in my law enforcement career, I had a supervisor who was not a good fit for the work we did, and two co-workers that were,.. oh what a long story this could be,...you know I'll keep it short, they were simply awful. Most of you have not met me, but I am an easy person to get along with, so to be in constant conflict with TWO people on a small team was agony.
Needless to say my first experience in investigations was not what I expected. But there was a short respite! After my first assignment ended, I moved to a different team with great people and a great supervisor and I thought, okay, NOW we can move this career along. I had an okay time, but it was just that, just okay. I would listen to the busy bustling radio from my quiet, polite desk and long to be out in the car. Out in the street. Out in the thick of it.
When my "acting" detective rotation ended I went back to patrol, and not a moment to soon. I plunged back like a dehydrated succulent into water. Soon enough, the testing process for a permanent detective position came around and I studied. and. studied. This is what you do right? My mentors all told me, "You have to do this! You are a great investigator!" Yeah so I studied, albeit without passion. I thought, well, even if I make the detective's list, I won't have to worry about being promoted right away (it's a slow process), which I considered a good thing, because I still loved patrol!
My score on the detective's test was so so. In the middle. About the level of my interest in spending time in an office. Selections were made. I was not. And I didn't care! But I was also still thinking, gosh my mentors have all told me I should be an investigator...blah blah blah..
Fast forward 6 months------The proverbial straw upon the camel. I was on patrol one night and a "cover now" call came out, meaning an officer was calling for emergency assistance. Off I went! Lights on! Sirens on! Gas pedal on! Rip roaring through the streets! I could not wait to get there in the middle of the fire fight. Let me be clear, this was a radio call in which gunshots were fired and I could not wait to get there. I remember thinking, I should really pay attention to this. This is what I love, being out in the street scrapping it up at 3am.
Fast forward again 6 months to mid-2011----Another round of tests were announced and I decided some new direction and sharp focus was needed. I asked myself, do I want to devote all those hours to studying for this damn test for a job I am not dying to do? I realized that much like the urge to have children has never materialized for me, the urge to be an investigator was just not on the horizon right now. I examined my life's activities. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (and BTW training is going really well) Eskrima (just received my first promotion), running, fitness, new eating habits. I realized I relish the warrior's path.
I am going out for SWAT.
The test will require that I dig like never before. A minimum of 30 push-ups in one minute. A minimum of 30 sit-ups in one minute. A minimum of 6 pull-ups, no time limit. A 440 run in under 85 seconds. An obstacle course that switches rapidly from arm work to leg work, in under 4 minutes. I will need to do better than the minimums to be competitive. The test also requires proficiency in shooting, of course.
I had designs on SWAT many years ago but forgot about it because the physical requirements were so great. And lord, what a whiny statement! Oh it's really hard to do! The last couple of months of soul searching I thought, "because it's difficult" is a rotten excuse to not go for something. And it was decided one night, this is my path.
I can do the sit-ups. I can do the run. The push-ups and pull-ups are my current improvement obsession. The shooting part is matter of practice and practice and more practice. I am using the Armstrong program as a guide for my pull-ups, and I am doing 3 sets of push-ups 3 mornings a week. I started with sets of 10 a week and half ago, and am now up to sets of 18. I just ordered resistance bands which I will use to strengthen my pull-ups and push-ups.
I am going to write about this process here but I am also going to log my numbers on Fitocracy. The Tabata Protocol app on my I-Pad has been an invaluable tool, as you can set the "work" and "rest" for any amount of time. Last Tuesday night I was nearly nauseous after the Tabata workout...:))
On a more metaphysical note, the week I made this decision I told a few people at work and was immediately inundated with pages of information packets from a SWAT officer on my watch, emails from two other women who are going to test for SWAT, and excellent advice from sergeants I respect. It was like the road had been sitting next to me the whole time and the moment I opened the gate, the flood washed in and carried me through.
I have a ton of writing to do on BJJ training but I have now occupied this restaurant table for toooooo long, so I'll sign off.
Train well!
Dag
December 08, 2011
Yes Please
Hey Decades, I'll trade you my sinus infection for your Birkin...
DECADES INC.: NEWS FLASH... Just arrived! Hermes Birkin 40 cm: This gorgeous Birkin in Clemence leather in Blue Abysse with gold hardware just showed up on the doorstep of Decades. Another abandon orphan...
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