all finger strength – all the time = broke ass fingers.
all endurance – all the time = weaksauce.
all power endurance – all the time = exhausted.
all power – all the time = broke ass shoulders.
despite having read about training in cycles, it never struck me as something i should maybe consider. like abstinence as a means to magically avoid STD’s (shazam!), cyclical training seemed like a horrendous way to get “some”. and by some i mean rockclimbing fun. look, if i want to campus on jugs, then it’s jug campusin’ time. if i want to do mono one arm pullups with a punching bag strapped to my waist, then i’m gonna do it. because that’s what me and my ridiculously enormous forearms are in the mood for. that’s how i eat. that’s how i drink. that’s how i climb.
i’m basically like the Hemingway of mundane activity doing.
so instead of heeding the sage advice of training book writers and the magazine writer-people who plagiarize borrow from them, i opted for a much more belligerent strategy:
climb ’til it breaks. then play video games until you get fat. then climb ’til it breaks. and so on and so forth until i’ve got a ton of points on my Xbox 360 and my total grade progression since 2000 comes out to be something like -1.
this cycle of idiocy continued for over a decade until now. because like a ‘roid junkie – i’m cycling.
3 weeks of power/strength
3 weeks of power endurance
1 week of just sitting around being totally kick ass
that’s right. consider all the chains “clipped” and all the problems “ticked”.