Sep
29
2009

On Infestation…

Back when swine flu was all the rage I made a post insult­ing those who treated it like a global out­break of some incur­able dis­ease. Sure, it was new and attacked our bod­ies a lit­tle dif­fer­ently, but at the time the death toll could hardly jus­tify why every­one was freak­ing out. Nat­u­rally, the dis­ease spread through­out the world, despite the fact that we tried to con­tain it, and now every­one is get­ting sick. Well at least that’s what it seems like. These past few weeks a ton of kids have been absent from school, most of them sick with some sort of cold or fever, and some of them have even been diag­nosed with swine flu.

Now I am no hypochon­driac, but if there’s one thing I hate it’s the feel­ing of get­ting sick. Sure being straight up sick sucks a lot, but there’s some­thing about the grad­ual decay of health and onset of dis­com­fort that makes get­ting sick much worse for me than being  sick. So as I went through these past few weeks, one could imag­ine my gen­eral para­noia as stu­dents all through­out my classes dis­ap­peared due to sick­ness. I kept think­ing to myself “when is it going to be me, when is it going to be me?” Well yes­ter­day the answer came as I started get­ting a sore throat late in the day.

Now if I wasn’t an ath­lete I hon­estly don’t think I would mind get­ting sick so much. After all being sick means that I get to miss school, catch up on some T.V., and do a lit­tle gam­ing. But since I AM an ath­lete, get­ting sick sucks. I am essen­tially forced to stop exer­cis­ing which means that I not only have to miss out on the joy of exer­cis­ing, but also have to feel my body weaken both from the sick­ness, and lack of exer­cise. Since I’ve been doing veloc­ity, rid­ing my bike, and swim­ming, I actu­ally have hit a nice bal­ance in my over­all ath­leti­cism. The veloc­ity has been trans­fer­ring over nicely to my swim and bike ses­sions, and for the first time in a while I’ve actu­ally felt as if I’ve been mak­ing progress athletically.

Of course, yes­ter­day I start get­ting a sore throat, mean­ing that I skipped my badly over­due swim work­out in exchange an extra hour of sleep to help com­bat the sore throat. I wake up today only to find that my sac­ri­fice was fruit­less as the sore throat was still their, and in fact even worse than before. Roy­ally pissed off at the notion of hav­ing to miss another work­out today, I also real­ize that I have to stay at school until five O’clock due to Aca­d­e­mic Decathlon. The result? I felt like com­plete and utter crap, and there was very lit­tle I could do about it, very frustrating.

On the pos­i­tive side, I think I’m com­ing out of it, and hope­fully with a full night’s sleep I can start Wednes­day strong with a nice veloc­ity ses­sion. Now that I think about it, I think Melissa Costa got me sick, as she was my part­ner for our Econ project and she wasn’t at school today. Thanks a lot Melissa!

Sep
20
2009

My date with Velocity…

At school the word “Veloc­ity” is spo­ken with a plethora of neg­a­tive con­no­ta­tions attached to it.  The rea­son for this is the fact that those that have to go through the pro­gram (which is vir­tu­ally every ath­lete at the darn school) find it to be a painful, time con­sum­ing, and an ulti­mately dread­ful form of con­di­tion­ing.  Of course, being the over enthu­si­as­tic ath­lete that I am, and appar­ent non­con­formist, I was ecsta­tic when I heard swim­ming would begin Veloc­ity strength train­ing and con­di­tion­ing two days a week.

Now, I am actu­ally rather famil­iar with Velocity’s train­ing meth­ods. For starters my brother did it as part of his train­ing reg­i­men when he was on foot­ball. I also researched and watched some of their train­ing tech­niques out of bore­dom one day. Finally, I used it as part of my foot­ball team’s daily warmup and con­di­tion­ing reg­i­men back when I was coach­ing flag foot­ball last year. So when I showed up on the field this last Wednse­day I had a solid idea of what was com­ing, and unlike most of the Veloc­ity nay say­ers, I wasn’t afraid.

Veloc­ity is tai­lored to con­di­tion Ath­letes first, and then serve as a tool to opti­mize per­for­mance sec­ond. Given the fact that I ride nearly 50–75 miles on the bike each week, swim  con­stantly, and do a reg­i­men of body weight exer­cises to improve core and upper body strength, I was already in pretty decent over­all con­di­tion. This meant that Veloc­ity would serve more so a tool for opti­miz­ing my abil­i­ties.  We started with easy stuff, sim­ple jog­ging to warm up the mus­cles, and some stretch­ing exer­cises.  The only thing that I don’t like about Veloc­ity is the way stretch­ing is han­dled. Velocity’s the­ory is to essen­tially keep the body in con­stant motion, so that when it comes time to per­form, the mus­cles are ready to fire at 100%. It sounds good in the­ory, but when it comes to stretch­ing, I find it hard to walk and prop­erly stretch my quad, ham­string, or groin, as well as I can from the more tra­di­tional stretch­ing techniques.

After stretch­ing, or “Active Dynamic Warmup” as they called it, we went on to work­ing on our explo­sive­ness. Here’s where things got fun for me. First off, our drills mostly involved fast sprints and short jump­ing over only about a twenty yard dis­tance. Basi­cally, I was doing Park­our on a field, and since we were only doing our drills over twenty yards (bear in mind the aver­age length of a swim­ming pool is twenty five yards), I was able to do the whole bit with a high level of inten­sity and qual­ity. My fel­low swim­mers though? Not so much. A lot of peo­ple had issues stick­ing their land­ings when they jumped, and when it came to sprint­ing, they really only uti­lized one speed, which was jog.

Water break came and it was hilar­i­ous see­ing the amount of peo­ple that rushed to the water­ing tree, only to real­ize that for one rea­son or another it wasn’t work­ing. In com­par­i­son to my epic 40+ mile, two hour long bike rides, I was hardly dehy­drated, or even thirsty, so I was able to man­age with­out water, but it was obvi­ous that some peo­ple badly needed the hydra­tion.  After our water break, in which case barely any­one got water, we moved on to work­ing on the core and upper body strength. In other words, this was a fancy way of say­ing we’d be doing push ups and squats. Our coach set us at a set in which we would do about ten squats, and then five downs (which is a push up, but instead of going down all at once, you count five sec­onds as you descend). Prob­a­bly my least favorite exer­cise in the world is the pushup, and that’s sim­ply because I find them to be bor­ing, repet­i­tive, and ulti­mately too uncom­fort­able for me to enjoy. How­ever, when I was doing these Veloc­ity pushups I believe I changed my form slightly ( I lifted my knees up a tad bit, and moved my elbows closer than I usu­ally do), and that allowed me to do the downs really well. Of course, dur­ing this por­tion peo­ple where drop­ping left and right. For what­ever rea­son, peo­ple just can’t do pushups prop­erly, and squats for some­one who doesn’t run, or bike ride, really do suck.

After another water break, this time peo­ple actu­ally got to drink some water, we moved onto some core work. Now when peo­ple think of work­ing out the core, they think of doing situps and crunches, and they often think that some­how these two exer­cises alone are going to trans­late into an awe­some six pack. While I can’t deny that the situp is great for devel­op­ing base­line abdom­i­nal strength, it’s a fairly use­less exer­cise.  I mean, how often do you find your­self hav­ing to use your abs like you would when you do a sit up? The answer is basi­cally never. With this fact in mind, I wasn’t sur­prised when we started doing a bunch of leg lifts and things of that nature to develop our core strength. These kind of exer­cises help  develop the leg mus­cles, lower back, and all of the abdom­i­nal mus­cles. Basi­cally, they are more prac­ti­cal than the good old situp but for some­one who has never worked on their core, they are basi­cally impos­si­ble to do. So I can’t say that I was sur­prised when the major­ity of the team kept fail­ing to do the exer­cises and sets that we were given.

When the core work was fin­ished we were dis­missed by our coach, who remarked that she gave us the eas­i­est Veloc­ity work­out she could due to the fact that it was our first time. Some peo­ple looked like they were going to die when they heard it could only get harder, while oth­ers like me, rel­ished in the face of the chal­lenge. I know this post may seem a lit­tle con­de­scend­ing in regards to my team­mates, and that I’m going to come off as a com­plete brag­gart by remark­ing how good I per­formed at my first Veloc­ity ses­sion, but I would like to extin­guish such notions. If I didn’t spend every wak­ing moment of my life at a gym, I would have just as much of a hard time with Veloc­ity as my team­mates did. In fact, I’ve often been in their shoes and know how much it sucks to be out of shape and be thrown into a full speed train­ing reg­i­men like that. Heck that’s the whole rea­son why I spend so much time work­ing out, and that’s  so I never have to repeat the process of get­ting in shape again. With that being said, it was reward­ing to see all of my hard­work in the off-season pay off . The swim sea­son is months away, and even when that time comes, I have lit­tle chance to rel­ish in my off sea­son accom­plish­ments as I am forced to com­pete with all of the top notch swim­mers in the pro­gram. How­ever, for me to per­form so well at what nearly every ath­lete at school con­sid­ers to be “micro hell”, was some­thing that made  me proud. For the first time in a long while, I felt as if I actu­ally accom­plished some­thing ath­let­i­cally, and that what I’ve been doing this off sea­son is actu­ally prepar­ing me well for the swim sea­son. It really is a nice feeling.

Sep
12
2009

On the A.C.T. …

Today I vol­un­tar­ily sub­mit­ted myself to the great­est dis­play of human stu­pid­ity ever devised, the ACT test. Now I have never been a fan of stan­dard­ized test­ing, mainly due to the fact that any Asian can just walk in and kick ass at them due to the fact that their par­ents spent twenty grand on SAT prep and hap­pen to beat them if they get less than a 5.0 GPA. Leav­ing peo­ple who have a shred of indi­vid­u­al­ity, a social life, and an abil­ity prac­ti­cally apply their skills  in real life, like me, in the  dust.  How­ever,  as we all know col­leges love the Asians and so stan­dard­ized tests HAVE to be a major fac­tor in deter­min­ing one’s abil­ity to get into a Uni­ver­sity, thus it is some­thing that we all must come to grips with.

I showed up at my test­ing cen­ter basi­cally look­ing like the coolest kid on the cam­pus. I mean even the usual “cool” kids weren’t cool, and I thought to myself “What the hell is going on? I’m not sup­posed to be con­fi­dent and cool, I’m inse­cure for Christ sakes!” But then I real­ized what was hap­pen­ing, peo­ple where fear­ful of the test, they were will­ing to sac­ri­fice their rep­u­ta­tions, hap­pi­ness, and basi­cally their souls, just for this one day, in exchange for a good test score. But not me, no, I never com­pro­mise, because as a wise man once remarked “I have two things in this world, my balls and my word, and I break them for nobody”, and quite frankly I wasn’t about ready to bust my balls over some stu­pid stan­dard­ized test engi­neered for Asians. Thus, I entered the test­ing room, my soul beyond the grasps of the stan­dard­ized test soul eat­ing mon­ster, and my balls still in the pris­tine con­di­tion in which they came.

After going through twenty min­utes of reg­is­tra­tion bull­shit, which included writ­ing my name six times in var­i­ous boxes just for sheer redun­dancy, our proc­tor was finally will­ing to allow us to begin our test. “You have forty five min­utes” she remarked “You may begin”. I opened up the page to my test book­let, and laid my eyes on the worst test ever devised. The first por­tion was an Eng­lish test which of course included the basic cor­rec­tion of gram­mar mis­takes every other sen­tence. While I will admit that the Eng­lish por­tion played to my advan­tage, after about twenty ques­tions I was pissed off. It wasn’t that the ques­tions were par­tic­u­larly dif­fi­cult, on the con­trary they were rather easy, it was just the way every­thing was orga­nized. It felt irri­tat­ing, unnat­ural, and even frus­trat­ing and so I asked myself “Why am I so angry?” And I soon real­ized it was the fact  that I was smarter than the  test.

No I’m not brag­ging that I am some genius, as a mat­ter of fact I fairly sure I per­formed rather poorly over all and will have a mediocre test grade to show for it. How­ever, it was the fact that all of the ques­tions in the mul­ti­ple choice sec­tion felt poor to me, not in the sense that they were incor­rect, but in the sense that none of them could elo­quently describe  my knowl­edge and mas­tery of the Eng­lish lan­guage as well as I could with my own words. Real­iz­ing that my knowl­edge was being sup­pressed, my will to do the test soon plum­meted, and I quite frankly got bored.

Our next sec­tion was the math por­tion, a chal­leng­ing sec­tion for an Eng­lish based mind like myself, but I knew with every chal­lenge there is an oppor­tu­nity. In this case I hoped that the chal­lenge of math would rein­vig­o­rate my will to do the test, but boy was I wrong.  The first twenty or so ques­tions where incred­i­bly easy caus­ing me to almost ques­tion how on earth I was doing well at math, but about half way through the test turned into “WTF ASIAN GOD MODE” and every­thing went down­hill after that. Of course, I didn’t bring my cal­cu­la­tor since I promised myself that if I was going to take this test I was going to be man enough to do it myself, and not with the aid of some machine. Unfor­tu­nately, the archi­tects of this test sim­ply assumed that every­body tak­ing it didn’t have a spine (fair enough) and thus they designed most of the ques­tions with large num­bers, CLEARLY favor­ing those with cal­cu­la­tors. Not that I am com­plain­ing, it’s just that the lack of a cal­clu­la­tor added a level of chal­lenge that expo­nen­tially grew in the sec­ond half of that section.

Our next sec­tion was the read­ing por­tion in which I was forced to read the most bland com­po­si­tions of lit­er­a­ture ever devised, and then had to answer irrel­e­vant ques­tions about it. By now I really didn’t give a crap about what was going on with this test as I kept hav­ing to pon­der how utterly retarded it was. Despite this, I feel as if I did fairly well even though I was slowly enter­ing a cata­tonic state.

Next was the sci­ence por­tion, or what I call  “the screw you” por­tion of the test. In this sec­tion a mas­sive amount of inco­her­ent data and charts are thrown at you, and it is up to you to deci­pher them, and all of the idi­otic ques­tions asso­ci­ated with them. I really am not going to go into too much detail here, if any­one thinks I give a damn about how fast a 60 mil­lime­ter cylin­der can drain when it has a 0.0002MM diam­e­ter hole drilled in the side of it, then they are sourly mis­taken. Need­less to say, that por­tion of the test sucked.

Over­all I’ve come to the con­clu­sion that stan­dard­ized test­ing is a hor­ri­ble ter­ri­ble thing for any­body to sub­mit to. It truly is just a test of how well some­one can “play the game” as opposed to how well some­one knows how to apply the var­i­ous skills that they’ve acquired in their aca­d­e­mic careers. This test was sup­posed to favor me as an Eng­lish based stu­dent, but I walked away from it say­ing “screw this thing”. I know that I remarked about how lit­tle I cared about the test, and I would like  to clar­ify that I actu­ally wanted and needed a good score on the test. It’s just that the way the whole thing was assem­bled made me lose my desire to com­plete it or care about the qual­ity of my answers.  I’ve lately real­ized that I sim­ply pre­fer to do things my own way and obvi­ously, indi­vid­u­al­ity sharply con­trasts with the word “stan­dard­ized”. So I real­ized that any­one who really does any­thing more to pre­pare for these tests other than sim­ply show­ing up to take these things is a com­plete idiot.  Try­ing to meld to test­ing pat­terns and tech­niques that are in no way nat­ural to the way the human brain func­tions, nor are ever uti­lized out­side of high school  is a com­plete waste of time. I think I’ll stick to doing the things I love as opposed to bub­bling in answer sheets.

Sep
07
2009

A few thoughts…

It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a mean­ing­ful update on this blog. Obvi­ously, the school year is in full swing so I think I’ll only be able to man­age about one update a week, but then again it’s not like any­one actu­ally reads this thing, so any form of stan­dard­ized updates is a mere for­mal­ity. To be hon­est, life’s too good for me to do a legit­i­mate rant at the moment. No I don’t mean to brag that I am with­out issues, it’s just that I am sim­ply expe­ri­enc­ing an upswing of pos­i­tive energy, and it’s detract­ing from the abun­dance of neg­a­tive energy that I usu­ally put into my rants.

The school year has started off smoothly for me. In com­par­i­son to pre­vi­ous years, in which I often started out ner­vous, shy, and hon­estly an incon­se­quen­tial force in any of my classes. This year I am con­fi­dent, know quite a few peo­ple in my classes, and for what­ever rea­son I get the feel­ing as if I have a pres­ence in a lot of my classes. I am not sure if this just comes along with being a Senior, or whether I’m finally fig­ur­ing things out sub­con­sciously. Regard­less, I’m begin­ning to enjoy the process of going through a school day,whereas before I would dread hav­ing to go through a day.

My train­ing has slowed down, but it feels as if I am more effec­tive in what I do. I haven’t been on the bike as much as used to in the sum­mer, but I have clocked in about forty five miles this week. In fact, just this morn­ing I took a beau­ti­ful bike ride down by Corona Del Mar and it was once of the best ones I’ve had in quite a while. The weather this morn­ing was nice and cool, my bike was react­ing very well to every pedal stroke that I put into it, and all in all it was just a great ride. On the swim­ming side of things I’m prob­a­bly not putting down as much yardage as I should, but my stroke tech­nique is devel­op­ing quite nicely, and I feel very bal­anced and in con­trol of my body. One of the things I’m get­ting used to doing is sim­ply rest­ing more between my work­outs. Since I only have so much time every day to work out, I hon­estly can’t push myself as hard as I could dur­ing the sum­mer. While I would say my time exer­cis­ing has decreased, I feel as if my inten­sity is increas­ing because my body isn’t as sore when I do work out. I heard great news this Wednes­day when I found out swim­ming would be weightlift­ing on Mon­days and Wednes­days for the off sea­son. Obvi­ously, an off sea­son weight train­ing reg­i­men is some­thing that I’ve always wanted so I’m look­ing for­ward to it. For me it means that I can stop doing my pullups/pushup cal­is­thenic rou­tines which are good, but are begin­ning to get bor­ing for me.

One of the things that I feel I’m really get­ting a hang of is my self dis­ci­pline. For what­ever rea­son, I now have the abil­ity to plan my actions log­i­cally, and actu­ally exe­cute them. After school when I need to do home­work, I actu­ally get most of it done before din­ner. Whereas in pre­vi­ous years I would start it, but would end up dick­ing around with AIM or tex­ting while I was doing it. I’m also get­ting used to just doing things that need to be done such as chores, and the var­i­ous other things that come up in the course of a day. I really don’t know why this is the cho­sen year for this kind of self dis­ci­pline to finally ripen, but I can’t deny that it’s mak­ing me a per­son that is accom­plish­ing a lot more each and every day.

I look ahead and I don’t know what to expect. While the school year is just in its fledg­ling weeks, I’m still expect­ing the utter storm of home­work and stress to come fly­ing at me any sec­ond now. My biggest fear is over com­mit­ting myself and sim­ply not hav­ing the time to do every­thing that I want to, at the level of qual­ity that I’m begin­ning to expect from myself. A thought still rest­ing in the back of my mind is the fact that things are just going so smoothly right now, that I’m almost scarred that one day this pos­i­tive energy that I’ve been expe­ri­enc­ing is just going to end. Once that hap­pens, I’m afraid I will revert to the pro­cras­ti­nat­ing, shy, ner­vous, kid that I’ve tran­scended. Of course, this presents a para­dox, because if I think thoughts like that then they will inevitably hap­pen to me, but if I don’t then how can I truly appre­ci­ate what I’ve become. I sup­pose a quote from my brother’s blog answers this dilemma best. “Worry does not take the pain out of tomor­row; it merely takes the joy out of today.”

If you noticed there’s a few music videos inserted in the mid­dle of this post. I don’t really care if any­one lis­tens to them, but they’re just some of the songs I’ve found and I think are nice to lis­ten to.

Sep
05
2009

A new challenger arrives…

So my brother just made a blog at http://​the​shamen​lore​.blogspot​.com/ .

Obvi­ously it isn’t as long winded as this blog is, but his short to the point com­men­tary is fun to read and often times inspir­ing. I heav­ily sug­gest every­one check out the site.