Ugh.
Kilz, non-oil type: Turns out that I'm pretty much OK with that. Nice!
Kilz'd the bejesus out of the utility/laundry room with housemates over the weekend. All well and good. Very mild headache.
Wally world flat wall paint, just ducky. No reaction whatsoever. Nice!
Painted some, housemate painted some.
Wii boxing. Not so good.
Ok, so the trouble is that if I'm striking pells, I hit pretty bloody hard. I'm not a powerful striker from the upper body - all my strength is in my legs - but if I'm striking pells, I'm usually striking at between 85% and 90% max. If I'm in practice with a partner, I touch strike - placing and positioning strikes. Unless it's pad work, and then it's the same force as pells. Sparring, I strike far less hard - because if I treat sparring as a fight, I tend to use strikes which put the opponent at risk. Sparring, I have to think a lot more. All my background is geared towards leaving people broken.
Which is a pain in the ass, and something I'm still working through.
But - in a fight? I've been in several situations as an adult where survival was at issue - and my training as a child, before I had the body mass to hurt people - it's, "Break enemy, go home alive."
Which brings us back to the wii boxing. It's a silly little game, all about positioning, and all about not using a standard boxing drill. Jabs aren't, hooks really seriously aren't, there's no way to close or measure distance - all of that combines in me to mean that some sort of emergency is going on, and I stop using placing strikes. Instead, against open air, I start striking as though striking pells - except the conflict between what's on screen and the motion I'm using means I overstrike.
Remember those clever little buggers, your shoulders? Imagine over extending them about 40-120 times a minute for 20 minutes. Then imagine that one part of your brain is hitting hard, and another is going, “Oh crap, we’re over reaching!” And in the overextension phase of the strike is attempting stop force.
Think karate’s exact placement on the back end of a strike - you strike perhaps a centimeter beyond the target and then muscle stop before you’re in a position where muscles are less effective at stopping the momentum of arm, leg, etc. Shadow boxing is the same idea in a lot of ways - but with weights in hand.
Wii boxing involves holding two controllers attached by two and a half feet of wire to each other. As near as I can tell, this is specifically designed to be as ergonomically incorrect as possible for striking of any sort. Go ahead. Keep your hand up while the other’s at extension. That wire buggers that positioning too - and in my case means further addition to the amount of muscular confusion.
20 minutes later, I’ve got a bit of sweat - nice drills! - and the worst shoulder damage I’ve ever done to myself, bar none. As a runner, I demolished most of the cartilage in my body doing distance. My shoulders now tell me that I’ve reinjured that, and that I’ve torn support and balance positions from upper neck to center chest to bottom of the shoulder blades.
Now, these are larger than usual scale microtears - nothing permanent - but sweet kittens of unhappiness, this is worse than my first day of explosive weight training. At least with that, I had some positioning guidelines and a spotter.
…yeah, and after the explosive weight work, I decided I’d do dynamic instead, for some pretty bloody obvious injury related reasons. This morning, I can’t properly stretch the muscles loose, I’ve pulled my back twice, and my shoulders and chest with a sneeze once.
Regular vac idiocy.
The basement always did say I’d hurt myself gaming.
But - all of this is an aside from the next step in painting, which took place last night. You see, on top of the paint for the washer/drier pad, we’re using poly-urethane. Poly murders me, more or less - but the murder tends to be a combination of minor migraine and muscle cramping.
Day two of muscle injuries is almost always the worst. Combine that with chemical reaction, and your helping friendly vac is now its own toxic lump of pain wasteland.
*grins*
So, as soon as the rest of the household wakes up, I’m falling back down.
*eyes system*
And ah, crap. This is the sort of injury that adds muscle mass. Remember the useless gym bunny muscle? That sort of useless burned in crap. Which means that over the next several days I have to do injury maintenance _and_ dynamic drills, or the muscles won’t support either endurance or load for the next month.
*much, much swearing*
No more Wii boxing for me.
Kilz'd the bejesus out of the utility/laundry room with housemates over the weekend. All well and good. Very mild headache.
Wally world flat wall paint, just ducky. No reaction whatsoever. Nice!
Painted some, housemate painted some.
Wii boxing. Not so good.
Ok, so the trouble is that if I'm striking pells, I hit pretty bloody hard. I'm not a powerful striker from the upper body - all my strength is in my legs - but if I'm striking pells, I'm usually striking at between 85% and 90% max. If I'm in practice with a partner, I touch strike - placing and positioning strikes. Unless it's pad work, and then it's the same force as pells. Sparring, I strike far less hard - because if I treat sparring as a fight, I tend to use strikes which put the opponent at risk. Sparring, I have to think a lot more. All my background is geared towards leaving people broken.
Which is a pain in the ass, and something I'm still working through.
But - in a fight? I've been in several situations as an adult where survival was at issue - and my training as a child, before I had the body mass to hurt people - it's, "Break enemy, go home alive."
Which brings us back to the wii boxing. It's a silly little game, all about positioning, and all about not using a standard boxing drill. Jabs aren't, hooks really seriously aren't, there's no way to close or measure distance - all of that combines in me to mean that some sort of emergency is going on, and I stop using placing strikes. Instead, against open air, I start striking as though striking pells - except the conflict between what's on screen and the motion I'm using means I overstrike.
Remember those clever little buggers, your shoulders? Imagine over extending them about 40-120 times a minute for 20 minutes. Then imagine that one part of your brain is hitting hard, and another is going, “Oh crap, we’re over reaching!” And in the overextension phase of the strike is attempting stop force.
Think karate’s exact placement on the back end of a strike - you strike perhaps a centimeter beyond the target and then muscle stop before you’re in a position where muscles are less effective at stopping the momentum of arm, leg, etc. Shadow boxing is the same idea in a lot of ways - but with weights in hand.
Wii boxing involves holding two controllers attached by two and a half feet of wire to each other. As near as I can tell, this is specifically designed to be as ergonomically incorrect as possible for striking of any sort. Go ahead. Keep your hand up while the other’s at extension. That wire buggers that positioning too - and in my case means further addition to the amount of muscular confusion.
20 minutes later, I’ve got a bit of sweat - nice drills! - and the worst shoulder damage I’ve ever done to myself, bar none. As a runner, I demolished most of the cartilage in my body doing distance. My shoulders now tell me that I’ve reinjured that, and that I’ve torn support and balance positions from upper neck to center chest to bottom of the shoulder blades.
Now, these are larger than usual scale microtears - nothing permanent - but sweet kittens of unhappiness, this is worse than my first day of explosive weight training. At least with that, I had some positioning guidelines and a spotter.
…yeah, and after the explosive weight work, I decided I’d do dynamic instead, for some pretty bloody obvious injury related reasons. This morning, I can’t properly stretch the muscles loose, I’ve pulled my back twice, and my shoulders and chest with a sneeze once.
Regular vac idiocy.
The basement always did say I’d hurt myself gaming.
But - all of this is an aside from the next step in painting, which took place last night. You see, on top of the paint for the washer/drier pad, we’re using poly-urethane. Poly murders me, more or less - but the murder tends to be a combination of minor migraine and muscle cramping.
Day two of muscle injuries is almost always the worst. Combine that with chemical reaction, and your helping friendly vac is now its own toxic lump of pain wasteland.
*grins*
So, as soon as the rest of the household wakes up, I’m falling back down.
*eyes system*
And ah, crap. This is the sort of injury that adds muscle mass. Remember the useless gym bunny muscle? That sort of useless burned in crap. Which means that over the next several days I have to do injury maintenance _and_ dynamic drills, or the muscles won’t support either endurance or load for the next month.
*much, much swearing*
No more Wii boxing for me.