
This entry is dedicated to the hecklers who mocked me with private emails and texts, taunting me for being a tough backcountry guide who can run around the desert for 5 days with a heavy pack but can’t manage to hold a 23-pound paddle board overhead without wimpering.
I found my vindication in November’s Outside magazine article about Salt Lake City’s Gym Jones, where tough-as-nails competitors go to train their heads as well as their bodies. If you haven’t heard of Gym Jones, you are not worthy, so forget about it. I like to think I have the mindset for their brand of training, but the truth is that I don’t think I’m woman enough to test that theory, so I’ll be satisfied to get a sneak peak inside the doors when I go home for the holidays. If they’ll have me.
I digress. I smiled in triumph at page 137, where I read about a killer shoulder routine called “30-30s.”
In the words of Nick Heil, “Parker giggled maniacally as she handed me two 20-pound dumbbells. She told me to raise them to my shoulders and push them above my head as many times as I could in 30 seconds. Then I had to hold the weights up, arms locked, for 30 more seconds, and repeat until I’d finished four one-minute sets without a rest. By the last set, I could manage only a few reps, my arms noodling while I emitted a snorting sound, like a warthog. At the end, I fell into the grass, soaking wet.”
I am tough! The walk from the lower parking lot across from Angler’s Inn to ‘the beach’ of the Potomac took at least 7 minutes, and I carried that paddle board overhead the entire time in both directions. No wonder my deltoids were on fire! I hereby challenge my hecklers to go home tonight and try the 30-30 workout. When you’re done, come back and tell us all about your noodly arms. If you can type, that is.
I tried 30-30 workout this past Saturday. I made it through two and a half cycles before my shoulders completely gave out.
Afterwards I wanted to cry like a baby a extremely unhappy baby! I can’t go out like that! I will complete the 30-30, I’m going to try again this week.
Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment but a little pain can be good for the soul … besides I’m a sucka for a good challenge.
What’s the deal with the name of this gym? All I can think of when I hear it in my head is Jim Jones, the most notorious cult leader in modern history. Was the similarity of names an unfortunate coincidence, or is the owner of this gym kind of crazy?