Saturday, 23 June 2012
I went to have the second instalment of the micro therapy and acupuncture, it took around an hour and I had much the same treatment as I did last time. Since last week there was definitely change in my movement and I noticed that this time there was a lot more pronounced feeling in the muscles, I can feel the fibres loosen up. I thought that i'd wait for a week before posting this as i still had my doubts. suspicions i guess. its only natural.
However i can now safely say that both my arms feel so much better than they have ever felt. Colin did some work to the right bicep and countered this by strengthening my muscles again afterwards. This was done by acupuncture. The needles were placed on my feet and behind the shoulder blades, Some, on my wrists.
I think this therapy really does work, while I don't think it's a miracle cure for all muscle problems, I think it's definitely beneficial, especially to sportsmen and people who regularly exercise and are prone to injuries. The results for me were very very positive. Im starting to get back to my regular training regime now and feeling a touch stronger. The time I've had off due to these problems has seriously hindered my progression, as i haven't managed to train for long enough periods without my arm going all wobbly. Positive energy and negative energy have been passing through my muscles for a few weeks and so now its time to get beck on the road and set up some achievable targets. I'll be stronger than Kev one day.. ;-0
Colin tells me that this therapy could also help to strengthen and rehabilitate tendon damage in the fingers although he says that the treatment may need to be a couple, maybe two or three visits I would say definitely worthwhile and if you had any old injuries or injuries that seem to be taking a while to repair then I would suggest it's money well spent. You can spend the same amount of money on a physiotherapists, orthodontist or dentist or any kind of treatment out there and so I feel why not give it a go.
SO..I've been focusing on technique recently and doing some coaching. It really has reinforced my own spiritual take on the patterns and freedom of movement control. It's very satisfying. And I've had a pretty major realisation in power endurance. Very obvious to some, but i had to work it out scientifically. STAMINA.. obvious..well, yes, but it's how that is applied that makes the difference to on site success. It's all very well being able to climb all day long on uk 5a tech routes. Being able to crank a v5 move through to a jug haul on a 7b+, but try pulling v3 moves for 25 meters..real V3 !..English 5c/6a moves repeated have to be done with finesse and so the minute your body gets tired you start to make lazy movements that are 9 times out ten, miles more strenuous to pull through. Where stamina come in is not all that straight forward. It's the time taken to read the move whilst your on it. The micro second before you commit your body postion to know for sure that thats the most efficient way of holding on. This is where good climbers bring freedom of movement into the game, be loose ! Slow it down, bit keep the rhythm. Even though the move seems exaggerated at first. It's the right way to do it. I told someone the other day.. exaggerate your climbing style, only then will you free your muscles from the small cramped up movements that often result in getting pumped.
I've got a psyche going..so I've just smashed my running time down to 7:30 per mile. Next time will be quicker. It's time to get back on the strength training and become a mutant. Off to the wall to crush some rails.
Friday, 8 June 2012
I’m not a skeptic as such but I’m always unsure until I can see physical proof of something, a bit of a scientific approach perhaps.
Anyhow I went for session this morning with Colin Reader at the body repairs clinic in East Sussex, it is in a lovely little location with beautiful scenery.
First of all he took all my details for the files and then started by asking me about the pain, to try and locate where all the tenderness was. He looked at the surface of my tongue, I'm not sure why, maybe to check if i'd been drinking. We then proceeded to step over to the electric current machine it’s a pretty cool looking machine with knobs and buttons and dials and LED’s, yeah, LED’s I love LED’s…So he applied these two pencil like electrodes to every muscle on my arm, hands and shoulder, on the inside of the biceps. As the machine is switched on, you feel a tiny sensation, it’s a micro current with the same amplitude as your natural system. It’s weird but there is almost an instant change, although the pain does not subside, it really feels different, like I could actually feel the fibers in my muscle, where as before, just pain that I could not locate precisely.
From what I understand about the micro current procedure, it applies a small amount of electricity to the muscle's energy channels, rather like what the body provides to initiate everyday movement.
When damage is done to the tissue due to overuse or an injury, the tiny electrical pathways can become blocked and this leads to a slow recovery. Micro current unblocks these pathways and allows the electricity to flow back into the muscles and also loosens up the tissue damage.
Ifelt myself moving my arm around to try and initiate some pain but just felt loose, the pain was going.
Pins come out and the arm felt different again, like the stiffness was gone the pain was subsiding and movement was much freer. I found my self making audible conclusions of the relief, bizarre.
So, I've booked myself into the next appointment in a week’s time as it generally takes 2 to 3 sessions to completely free the muscles from these kind overuse injuries. From what I can see, already the treatment has worked, although I was slightly skeptical, Colin tells me that he has treated professional boxers and other top athletes. Not that I’m either of these.
Monday, 14 March 2011
After Switzerland we headed back to Fontainebleau to meet some friends for New Years. Unfortunately during their stay and for a while after there was a lot of enforced rest and a lot of traipsing around looking at wet rock. Toward the middle of January though the weather started to pick up.
By this time however my psyche had taken a dive. Usually I'm happy to jump on something hard and battle away to victory, or more often than not, defeat. And then get up the next day and do it all again. Before we had arrived in font I was really keen to put in a lot of effort on The Island, (top of my life long tick list). Somehow though I only managed a few sessions. They weren't even bad sessions, if anything they were quite encouraging faring better than I had expected to, but I think on a long trip where all you have is climbing it can wear down your tenacity when it comes to trying things at your limit (or out of your reach).
I decided to do a couple of things to battle with the low psyche. First off I decided to give up smoking. I really like smoking but giving it up has been on my to-do list for a long time now. I always struggle when trying to quit because I crave it the most when I climb-weird. Secondly I decided to step it down a notch and do lots of sevens and just dip in out of the eights. In hindsight this is probably the decision I could have made. Fontainebleau is unique in that some of the best problems aren't necessarily the hardest ones. In Switzerland it seems that the quality of
the climbing and the line improves with the grade and to a certai
n extent in the peak district and in Wales too. In Font however there are quality problems of every grade and a lot of the sevens are really beautiful climbing.
At first I must admit I was pretty embarrassed by my footwork on the more vertical problems. Part of the reason was due to my planning to only climb steep stuff and bringing only tight down turned shoes but a big part was that I had forgotten how to move efficiently in that plane of motion.
For the next 7 weeks or so we went out and I climbed things I wouldn’t normally try. My girlfriend roped me into trying crimpy problems, balancy technical problems, high-ball problems, even a slab or two. Basically everything I was rubbish at I got on at some point and surprisingly I really enjoyed them. Not only that but the way I moved on the rock improved steadily throughout the rest of the trip. Usually I feel like I'm fighting the rock, trying to climb the problem in my style of climbing rather than moving with the rock. By the end of the trip I still
hadn’t quite reached the mythical moving with the rock state Mina seems to achieve, in fact it took me half an our to do a 5+ trying to emulate her style, but I was definitely on my way. Occasionally I was let down by skin strength which resulted in some good old fashioned sulking but the vast majority of stuff I tried I got up.
There is one little thorn of contention though. Total Eclipse (V12) at cul de chien. It too is on my life long tick list and being particularly rubbish at toe hooks I never thought it would be possible for me to do eclipse. Turns out I’m not as shabby as thought however (maybe the toes on the
instincts helped a bit here). I did Eclipse and L'Integrale Autre Toit, the sit down to Arrabesque (V11) fairly early on in Font and on my second session on the link of TE was failing on the penultimate move. This too for me was a massive surprise because before then I hadn't really thought I could do it. After that though I visited the roof a number of times and couldn't quite pull it out the bag. Either my core would be too tired or I would be too stupid to link the moves, somehow flailing myself off the rock on moves that I had previously found easy, to roll around in sand and have the obligatory paddy (when no one was around of course! There's something really nice about being able to indulge yourself and throw a really childish tantrum just because you fall of a piece of rock).
During this time my girlfriend Mina decided to start crushing. The weather improved for the last few weeks ( the best I’ve ever seen it in Font) and everything she touched went down pretty much. Very impressive to watch. Having only a few weeks left and having had such bad weather all trip I decided that the best option would be too climb every day until we left just in case the weather crapped out. So tenth day on with two split tips (from getting shut on Paddy grrr) I was taped up and back at the roof. There was a good scene there with lots of enthusiastic Frenchies, many who we had met before, all throwing themselves with vigor at everything.
I warmed up by retro flashing nouvel vague (V9) and then 4 goes later I had somehow managed to bumble my way from the sit to the end to get the pumpy little V11 tick. The frenchies and Mina also had a good sending spree with multiple ascents of nouvel vague which was good to see. I decided to try my luck at Total again. I was pretty tired but hoping that today would be one of those magical days. I pulled on, through the big moves at the start, into the tricky hand flick, out onto the face of the rock feeling tired by digging deep. Unfortunately it was to be a case of man down. Down, in the sound on my back. I had quite a few more goes each slightly worse than the last. Still, its a cool problem and one that feels different when fresh so I’ll be glad to go back to it.
The next couple of days were as blue and crisp as the ten before them. I tried Paddy again. A problem that looks like its slopey compression but is in fact about boning down on dirty holds. Still its beautiful and Mina and Mickey had made it look easy while I’d split two tips so I got back on it. And again split my tips. Doh! The next day we were at rocher cannon and I managed to bust out another couple of V10's. One in about 5 minutes which is pretty good for me. It was a nice short compressiony problem that I could get up close and personal with though.
Back into the van and back home. A great trip with lots of rest (except for the last 4 weeks) I've come away minus the overly ambitious ticks I had hoped for but climbing like a proper climber rather than a thug. Back to training for the next trip. Hopefully I can improve on my new found lung capacity and technique for Hueco this winter. Big thanks to Scarpa and OR for their support.
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
So I just got back from a short trip to Wales and the Peak district I went with two mates of mine Ben and James!
Thursday, 4 November 2010
Anyway, just a little update of Swiss to date. I've been opening accounts all over the place. Got a few that should hopefully go quickly if my skin holds up and some that might go if I'm lucky enough to wake up with good skin, good conditions, good co-ordination and low gravity.
At the moment my skin seems to be having a problem adjusting to the rock. It keeps splitting and little chunks of it shear off. For example, I was trying a problem with my girlfriend called Marilyn Monroe (8A) and had a sequence worked out. I'd already split my tip on a nasty spikey little hold at the start on the previous week , but thought if I could bosh it out quickly I would be fine. Pulled on, split my index. Damn! Then for some reason I thought I could do it on my back three so I pulled on again, split my middle finger. What a muppet.
Needless to say my tick list has taken a re-juggeling with crimpy sharper problems being relegated to the bottom or not at all pile. Apart from skin issues its been pretty sweet here in Ticino. The weather's been good, I managed to bust out one of the prettiest problems I’ve ever seen (Conquistadores 8A+) which made me a very happy man. . .for a while. I was so psyched for it at the time. A single block with an awesome line on it, situated in a random beach in the middle of a river. On my first proper session on it I worked out a sequence and started red-pointing. For a while I thought luck might be on my side and might manage to muddle my way through fairly quickly. Unfortunately I kept falling at the same point for about an hour and a half.
The next time I went back it was slightly spitting and I only had a few goes before I realised I was getting half as far putting in twice as much effort. I was properly psyched though so I rested, grew some skin and Mina and I got up especially early (9-ish) to try and get good conditions. As we arrived at the block I was feeling fairly confident it would go, until I saw that it was fully was in the sun. I tried for a few hours and gradually it came into the shade. I lost more skin and got weaker, still failing at the same point, a high slap with the left hand from a rubbish sloping pinch with the right. Always a centimetre out on the link. The next evening I went back and after a brief warm up bumbled up it first go of the day.
At the moment though It's raining, which is why there is another blog so soon after the last. Still it'll enable us to grow some skin and recover in preparation for (hopefully) another week of good weather.
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Unfortunately every time I drive round Paris a thunder storm seems to materialise from nowhere, which for some reason really excites the French making them drive closer and faster than usual, so we arrived in a very wet font a little shell shocked. I don’t thi
nk I’ve ever been to Font in good conditions though so I proceeded to run around trying various projects over the following couple of weeks in conditions that ranged from hot, wet and humid to hot, dry and sweaty. Needless to say that although I stuck my finger in a fair few pies and lost a lot of skin I didn't have a massive ticked list when we left.
I don’t really mind too much as I was looking at Font as a warm up introduction to pulling on real rock after a few months of being locked inside. Anyway I'm a try-er and enjoy the trying so the poor conditions meant I got to try that bit harder. I did manage to pull a few things out the bag which I'm quite chuffed with.
Neverland (8a), because I'd always wanted to try it and when it went it was 22 degrees, humid, and the problem was actually wet. I love a bad conditions tick, me. There's something very satisfy about pulling it out the bag despite the odds. The other thing I was quite chuffed with was a 7C+ plus high-ball. Mainly because its a cool line but also because its a high-ball and 1. I’m a massive fairy when it comes to high stuff and 2. I’m quite good at falling off the top of things. Part of me admits the only reason I did it (after my girlfriend made me get up early to get the slightly less worse conditions) is that she danced up it first and the male pride kicked in. Needless to say I spent the afternoon in a small coma recovering from my early morning, near death experience.
Apart from that and another V10 Font passed in a blur of camp fires, good friends, red wine, wet rock, sweaty rock and sore skin. It also gave me an opportunity to witness the wonder that is Barney in action. I wish I could ,move on the rock like him. A truly natural climber who managed to pull two 7c's out the bag on the last day of his trip. Not bad for a ginger ;)
Next on the list is Switzerland. Much more my kind of style and better conditions. The rock actually has holds in Switzerland. We have been here a couple of days and have two months here. I have a very long and ambitious tick list, which I’m sure will inevitably lead to disappointment. Still, aim for the stars, hit the moon. Or something along those lines. Anyway the trip has started off well with a surprisingly quick dispatch of one of the 8a's on the list and a promising first session on another line. Time to step and get shut down I guess. As Mr Katz once said to me, “you've got to enjoy the process”.