I hadn’t planned on blogging about this, but I’ve been told by more than a few people that I should be 100% open and honest, sharing everything along the way, not just the positive milestones. Fair enough.
Last Wednesday, I arrived at the Valhalla Elite Training Center in Santa Barbara, pumped up and ready to go for my 2nd lesson. My abs were still sore from the 2.5 hour parkour marathon the week before, but I’m used to pushing through things with pure tenacity. (Aside: As proof of my high tolerance for pain, my wife often points out that I have had 2 root canals without any anesthetic. Truth is, I don’t have a high tolerance for it, I simply view mentally controlling pain as the ultimate challenge. Don’t judge me.)
Joel took us through a brief set of stretches and then set up an assortment of warm up exercises around the gym. I chose to begin with a simple exercise whereby I would jump over two obstacles (gym mats that were folded in a v-shape), each approximately 2 feet high, with my feet together. Simple, right? I compressed down, bending my knees, lowering my chest down to them and coiling my arms back. I took a deep breath and sprang up with a burst of energy. As soon as my arms stretched above my head, I felt a tear in my lower abdomen, and a searing pain radiate throughout my core. My legs hadn’t even left the mat and already I knew I was done for the night.
I’ve read dozens of books on how the brain works, in fact, it’s become one of my favorite topics, thanks to Norman Doidge’s The Brain That Changes Itself. Numerous studies have been done through the years which prove that simply visualizing an activity can produce a physical result that mimics up to 1/3 of the actual physical activity. So rather than go home with my torn abdominal muscle and fall behind, I stayed and learned. I watched intently, focused on understanding the intricacies of each move and helped the other students. It was frustrating to be sidelined, and I unsuccessfully attempted more than once to give it a go, but I think I got something out of it nonetheless.
I’ve spent a week simply allowing my abs to rest, and it’s been a successful rehab, except for the occasional sneeze. Luckily, thanks to the July 4th holiday, I have an extra week to recuperate before my next lesson. Joel has already taken note of my early injury and will spend more time on stretching next time. Lesson learned.