A weightlifting coach in Cape Town


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My wife-to-be is wired for disaster. At the first hint of trouble, her mind runs through every possible worst case scenario, and by the way she reacts you’d think all of them had happened at once.

Here’s a typical example. This morning, she woke up feeling exhausted. It was 6.30am and she had an appointment with her trainer - thankfully not me - at 8am. She was all but ready to cancel because she felt she hadn’t had enough sleep. I pointed out that we had gone to bed at 10pm the night before (that rockstar lifestyle), and even with a couple of disturbances that’s still nearly eight hours. Yet, I still had a struggle on my hands convincing her to just show up and see what happens.

Lo and behold, she had a great session, and even remarked that the weights felt light today. Notice the word “feeling” has come up twice now, once in the negative and later in the positive. I could trot out the old “how you feel is a lie” cliche but that’s done to death now. What I wanted to bring to your attention is the catastrophising that happens when things aren’t going as planned.

Let’s compare that example with my current training situation. I injured my right hip last week front squatting. It hurt a fair bit and left me limping, but I shrugged it off as no big deal. A couple of days rest and gentle somatic movement and I’ll be good to go. Sure enough, I was feeling fine on Wednesday, just in time for more squatting. Even more pain, yet I stubbornly finished my sets. More limping, more rest. Okay, no more squatting til I’m healed but still I’m comfortable with the disruption to the program.

Saturday morning and I’m down at the national centre, and my snatch has gone to pieces. The pain in my hip is so bad that I’m unintentionally narrowing my base in the receive position. I’ve seen this before in a fellow weightlifter who had hip troubles; it’s an automatic response guarding the site of pain. By now, many beginner and intermediate lifters would be out of their minds with angst about not being able to train, racked with frustration and feeling helpless.

Nothing Else To Do But To Begin

On The Ramblings of Me

So I'll begin my first blog post ever by saying wow free-writing feels weird. It feels strange to just write whatever comes to your mind. I have been planning to practice free-writing for a while now and I imagine myself spending 10 minutes every day at least just free-writing whatever thoughts are speeding through my head. But according to what I've learned about myself thus far in life, writing ten minutes a day in unlikely to happen. And that is exactly why I am setting out to do just that.

I have known myself to be a lazy, unmotivated, procrastinating bum for far too long. I have not accomplished anything I've set myself out to do because I simply don't believe that I have the willpower to continue on with anything. So I am challenging myself to free-write for at least ten minutes every day for a minimum of one week. This blog is dedicated to this challenge. My intention is to use this blog for free-writing on a regular basis, whether that be once a day, a week, a month, whatever.

The point of this blog is not for people to read necessarily, but if people take an interest, more power to them. So if you are a people and you are reading this, awesome. I'm flattered beyond belief. If you're reading this and yawning, I'm less flattered but still excited.

Let me quit rambling and begin:

My First Experience With Free-Writing:

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