Showing posts with label Offseason. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Offseason. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Rocky Montage

The weather forecast has indicated to me that the optimism of my previous post is more a statement on our mutually held desires than it is an accurate representation of reality.  Winter yet remains.  It will not always, but it is still in the coming.  We may here note that manifesting desire in the physical plane is not as simple as one might wish.

The professionals have already put in some work.  It is worth perusing if you have the time.  But in lieu of personal accounts of flying polymers by which I may regale you, I think I will instead touch on an issue which I think is too little addressed in this sport of ours.  Physical preparation.

My fat ass has sat around for far too long.  There was a time when I kept it mildly toned with the help of Tony Horton's P90X, but the copy was not mine and moving one thousand miles away from that copy has made it difficult to continue.  I started Insanity the other day, and we will see how that works out.  So far I have only been reminded that while I do have many shapes, I am not IN any of them.  Hopefully I can get to some semblance of fitness without sacrificing knee stability.

The point of all this is not to bring up my own personal workout routine, but to finally ask the question, what is the most effective way one may prepare one's body for disc golf?

Would it be similar to a ball golfer's routine?  Perhaps a baseball player's?  Should I run?  Work core?  Lift free weights?  If so, what lifts will best prepare me?  I am in the northeast now.  Should I take up rowing?

I'm not sure what the answer is, but this has long been a question of mine.  Please let me know your thoughts.

~Diggs

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Itch

Hello ladies and gents,

It certainly has been awhile, but we're back in the saddle again.  For those of you not in the know, I went back to school this fall, and I have to say, it has been kicking the lower end of my digestive tract.  Homework is a bear and takes up too much time.

This semester is a little lighter on the course load.  That or I'm just not being as diligent.  The truth is somewhere in there.  In any event, this is the time of the year when I get the itch...

I greatly dislike playing in typical winter weather.  I've played in snow and ice before.  Pretty sure I did it on sheer principle.  But as I've grown older, I've realized that (in the words of Lewis Black) it isn't a triumph of the human spirit... it's f***in' stupid.  It doesn't seem like disc golf to me.  Instead, I've spent the winter cooped up inside staring at my practice basket.  And as month as turned to month, my strange desire to throw molded plastic at metallic assembles becomes a pervasive part of my reality.  It is a cacophony of silence that begs to be pierced by the chinging of chains.

Let us all prepare now brothers and sisters to scratch that mutual itch we share.  For while in the fall we somberly muttered that winter is coming, in the winter we may now anxiously proclaim that spring is nigh!

~Diggs