Strength Training Achievements

I took up strength training two and a half years ago on advice from a physio who told me strengthening my muscles would help me with the problems that were holding me back with my running (‘runner’s knee’ and glute tendinopathy that affected my sciatic nerve in a similar way to piriformis syndrome). It has really helped and last year I exceeded my goal of running a sub 2 hour half marathon with a PB of 1:49:02. An additional bonus is that building muscle has fixed my over pronation.

At first strength training was just as an aid to running but as I have learnt and progressed I’ve come to value it in its own right and to prefer it to running. I’ve become fascinated by the different muscle groups, exercises and their variations and the ways they feel in my body and their effects. This is due to the expertise of my personal trainer, Marie Meagher, who I wouldn’t have managed to do a single squat without.

When I first started training I knew absolutely nothing. I could barely tell a dumbbell from a kettlebell. I couldn’t do basic squats or lunges or push a leg press because my technique was so bad everything hurt my knees.

Fast forward to now and I’m doing quad and hamstring dominant leg days and push and pull upper body days featuring a variety of exercises with different grips and stances.

I’ve recently hit two of my goals for my lower body – my body weight on the leg press and barbell hip thrusts (60kg). To those of you who don’t go to the gym this might sound like a lot whilst seasoned gym goers will know it puts me at almost novice level (with 35kg being beginner and 67kg being novice). (1) It’s not much but it’s a huge achievement for me as a 42-year-old autistic woman with creaky knees.

Other goals I have to yet meet. I would really like to be able to do a full chin-up and am currently progressing towards that on a machine with a knee support that decreases your body weight.

I’m continuing to learn new exercises with my most recent achievement being a barbell push press. For this one you have to rest the bar on your collar bone, bend at the knees and hips, then push (explosively!) with your legs and shoulders at the same time to press the bar up over your head. I would never have been able to get my head around this without Marie there to explain and to correct my mistakes.

I’ve put on muscle mass and feel stronger around the house and garden and am less injury prone.

I have also begun to master the Matrix which, at a first look, with all its complicated pulleys, cables, bars and ropes is enough to melt the brain of a neurotypical person let alone somebody with autism. Yet Marie has slowly shown me some of the exercises one step at a time and I now use it regularly for exercises such as tricep extensions, mid-cable flys, face-pulls and straight arm pull downs.

Those of you who follow this blog likely know I’m a polytheist nun and might be surprised to see me in a gym. In response to this I’d like to point out there are varied attitudes towards exercise across monasticism from Buddhist monks who are not allowed to exercise because it is ‘not proper’ resulting in obesity (2), Christian nuns with gyms (3), and the Marathon Monks of Hiei who run 1000 marathons in 1000 days (4).

Druid author Rhyd Wildermuth talks about strength training as ‘ritual body work’ (5) and I’m very much in line with him for it demands just as much discipline and dedication as spiritual work and really is inseparable.

Having a fit and healthy body makes me a far better vessel for the inspiration of my Gods and better able to serve Them. Being physically strong has helped me to become mentally stronger and has played a large role in my giving up alcohol and with managing my anxiety. It recently got me through the initiation ritual for my shamanic practitioner training, which was physically, psychologically and spiritually demanding.

If I ever succeed in founding a monastery one of the first things to be built will be the gym.

*With many thanks to my personal trainer, Marie Meagher, (who took the photos and would be my first choice of trainer for the monastics) and to all the staff at JD Gym Preston for making it a clean and welcoming place. If you’re local to Preston I’d highly recommend JD and training with Marie whose Facebook page, PT with Marie, is here – https://www.facebook.com/Ptwithmarie/

(1) https://strengthlevel.com/strength-standards/horizontal-leg-press/kg
(2) “Monks should exercise but it is difficult for us… You cannot do weight lifting and you cannot jog, that is not proper, only fast walking or maybe a walking meditation. Yoga can also be fine, but not in public.” https://www.theguardian.com/world/2018/dec/26/battle-of-the-bulge-thailand-strives-to-bring-monk-obesity-crisis-under-control
(3) https://www.midsouthpresbytery.org/can-nuns-go-to-the-gym/
(4) https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2015/mar/31/japanese-monks-mount-hiei-1000-marathons-1000-days
(5) https://rhyd.substack.com/p/shaping

Running on a Treadmill in an Arctic Blast

I am running on a treadmill because the roads and pavements are too slippery in this man-created world in a harsh and early unexpected winter.

I am running because I want to see my heartrate come up, to know I have a heartbeat, a pulse, after the shock of thinking climate change means warmth.

I am running because this is the only thing that keeps my feet warm, “Warm feet, warm feet,” my mantra, one foot, then the other, slowly the layers come off.

I am running to summon the heat from within not the electric heater.

I am running for endurance, I am running for  strength, I am running for salvation, breaking down my nine miles into inclines and sprints and imagining I am escaping grenades and bombs in some underground city of ice.

I am running because I am safe, I am privileged, I can afford to go to the gym.

I am running to escape my guilt.

I am running because keeping goals is the only dignity this world allows us.

I am running to escape my flaws, which are without number, cannot be counted.

I am running, but going nowhere, wondering if I might set foot on the spirit paths, if other runners go elsewhere and there is a place where treadmills meet.

I am running on a treadmill because no path is ever dark or challenging enough.

I am running the tread off the treadmill, aiming for the stars, hoping if I get to the North Star in this bitter cold I might be able to reset my compass, start again.

I am running on a treadmill in an Arctic blast and my feet cannot keep my pace.

*For over a week, due to an Arctic Blast, we experienced temperatures down to -6°C here in Lancashire and colder in other parts of the UK. As it snowed and then froze the icy conditions made it very difficult to walk on the pavements let alone run.

**With thanks to my local JD Gym in Preston for providing somewhere to work out (and run when the weather is awful) for a reasonable price.