This might come as a shock to anyone who doesn’t know me well, but I hate cardio. HATE it. I understand there are people in this world that go out and run for miles and miles just because of the sheer joy involved in torturing yourself for no good reason whatsoever. Those people are an enigma wrapped in an puzzle coated in really wiry muscle.
Don’t get me wrong: I have nothing but respect for marathon runners, triathletes, cross-country joggers, steeple chasers, and 5K fun runners, but I think they’re all completely mad. When I start running, it takes MAYBE 90 seconds for me to start thinking it was a bad idea and another 90 seconds for me to welcome the sweet embrace of death.
That said, I just got finished with a little Sunday night cardio. Now, I used to play the American-style football. I was in the Navy for 6 years. I graduated Great Mistakes Naval Boot Camp. I have gone on the occasional “jogging session” enough times to know it’s not a soft J. But I’m through with it. I’m not going to jog ever again if I can help it–if a bear broke through some brush behind me, I would be half-tempted to turn and fight because it’d be easier and less painful than running away.
So what I often do for cardio these days is what I call “weight walks” or what my older brother (ex-army) would call a ruck march, though for much less distance. For example, today I walked roughly 1.5 miles, but carrying about 100 pounds on my back. I figure this is a nice way to get a good sweat on and get my body acclimated to some decent weight over a reasonable amount of time, but without all the unpleasant bouncing and wheezing experienced during a traditional jog. I went with my girlfriend, we chatted about our days, we watched the sun go down, we got eaten up by mosquitoes–it was really quite lovely.
- Bench: 350
- Squat: 450
- Deadlift: 515
- Overhead Press: 275
- Incline Bench: 315