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years ago frozen after receiving deadly
wounds from some ancient battle. This guy was about five foot tall or less
when alive and only weighed 115 lbs, yet when they rebuilt his bow it had
a 90 lb draw. You may be saying, "Okay he was strong, but there are lots
of guys out there who could pull 90 lbs." Well you are correct, but there
are few guys out there who could pull 90 lbs and carefully take aim then
release it with precision enough to consistently feed themselves. At least
I haven't seen them. So I'm thinking what made this little guy so tough.
He was a hunter/gatherer. That means besides hiking for miles and killing
prey then cutting it up he had to haul it back to his camp. Which could
have been many miles away.
I said to myself I could simulate a heavy long
haul. Since I have 100 yards marked on the
street in front of my house for sprinting and
other carries, why not do a distance carry? So I
started every week on non-lift days carrying for
distance. I would carry 100 lb sandbag for 1860
yards. I picked this distance because I wanted
to carry for at least a mile. It is thirty yards
out to the line and if I go 100 yards over a
mile I can carry it in and be done with it. The
first few times I did it I was dying, but
eventually it became tolerable. I did this for a
few weeks while lifting on M-W-F. After a time I
went back to other lifts and laid off distance
carry for a while. Then I decided my workout
partner needed this experience. So I put
distance carry every other time. Needless to say
he was shocked at how hard it was. My best time
was 14 minutes and 24 seconds. After that we
laid off it again. We let a month go by and
decided to carry for distance again. The day
previous it was around 45-50 degrees, I thought
great the temperature ought to be nice for
carries. The next morning when I woke up it was
25 degrees; since I had told my partner we were
distance carrying I decided we still were. I put
on my layers and set up my Russian hat so that I
could flip it back and let it hang down my back
when it got hot. The Russian hat is the kind
with the earflaps that tie down, so what I did
was tie them together at the ends. We warmed up
and picked up our 100 lb sandbags each and
headed out. What we do is go out 100 yards turn
and come back over and over. We usually do 200
yards bear hug style, and then swing the bag to
a shoulder for 200. Then switch to the other
shoulder for 200 and repeat nine times. Well on
the first switch I knew I was in trouble as my
hat twisted half over my eyes. I was trying to
keep up my speed while pulling the hat off my
eye. Then things went downhill from there as I
switched shoulders the hat turned and the ties
tightened on my neck. Great I thought now I'm
being throttled. So there I was freezing in the
dark (05:00 hrs) as a "noose" was slowly choking
me while people drove by on their way to work. I
knew what they were thinking here goes that
crazy guy and his friend carrying sandbags in
the cold. I thought to myself how I had just
posted about mental toughness on my forum. Well
now was the time to put my money where my
mouth was. I reached inside myself and got in
touch with my 'inner dino' and forced myself to
go on. Each time I shifted the position of the
bag there was a new treat just waiting for me.
Finally I shifted the bag to bear hug for the
last time and my hat was pulling my neck in a
way that was not going to benefit me. In other
words if I didn't do something I'd get whiplash.
So I squatted down quickly, laying the sandbag
across thighs and grabbed my hat and threw it on
the side of the road. This whole time I was
slowly loosing feeling in my hands from the
cold. I hadn't really noticed until I felt the
bag sliding out of my arms. So with my numb
hands I heaved the bag up to my shoulder. Since
I couldn't really feel what I was doing it went
all cockeyed. Oh yes, this was a different kind
of battle. My body by this time was trying to
convince me to give up. It was I against myself,
willpower against weakness. I trudged out the
remaining few hundred yards on sheer will power.
I barely made it in before my hands temporarily
ceased functioning. I hit the timer and saw that
I was amazingly only a little over two minutes
slower than my best. I had thought I'd be closer
to ten minutes slower.
I've been thinking a lot about that carry and
know that the carry itself is something that
just about anyone who lifts could do. The thing
is they have to want to bad enough. I realize
that the main thing I accomplished is I showed
myself that if you don't give up you could do
anything. I hope my experience gets others to
try sandbag distance carries. They aren't just a
strength thing and they definitely aren't just
endurance. Sandbag distance carry is a singular
event. Once you do it I guarantee you'll never
forget it. You'll also have taken your will
power to the next level, which will benefit you
in everything.
Thanks,
Jim |