Last Saturday I deadlifted. I’ve always heard that it’s a bad idea to jerk the weight up because inevitably, you’ll pull yourself out of position and/or hurt yourself. This is advice I thought was a good idea; I just tended to ignore whenever the weight got heavy enough. Watch my video of last Saturday’s training. I break several rules, including not jerking the weight up, not letting the bar get too far out in front of you and I don’t keep a vertical shin angle at the bottom. I’m also not tight on each repetition.
That led to me tweaking my back on the last rep of my last set. I knew I had done it. But I should have recognized that it was coming. That lack of respect for the body God gave me led to a weekend of ice, Epsom Salts baths and mobility. Plus I couldn’t enjoy holding my newborn because I was afraid I’d drop her if I turned the wrong way and had a sudden twinge of pain.
Finally, it meant that when I went for my light squat session, I had to cut that short because of back pain, all because I ignored simple rules that I’d yell at any of the kids I coach for violating.
I must do better. If exercise is an offering to my Savior, a way for Him to take pleasure in watching me move inside the body He gave me, how can I offer up this garbage to Him? I must do better.
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