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Following an inquiry on what to do, I was advised to focus on form rather than intensity about 2 years ago. The how and the why.
While my clavicle was mending last year, I did millions of body weight squats, conventional deadlifts and sumo deadlifts. With just myself to move, I was free to go as slow as I wanted, pause anywhere and look for differences in body positions.
This changed how I performed the movements. Maybe not visibly, though certainly mechanically. To the point where unexplainable aches diminished and other movements became possible. These fundamental lifts are a way to relearn proper kinematics.
The more I’ve done them, the quicker I’ve been to terminate due to improper form. Seriously, if I can’t perform them under the most minimal of conditions than why add load or volume? It got to the point where my goal was to perform 10 reps of the three movements with perfect form.
I’ve still not met the goal!
Today I participated in the initiation ceremony for M S into the Lakota Nation. My background includes little of such things. Does Christmas or a birthday party count? Maybe a new job or promotion? Our wedding was certainly not a ceremony rich event.
Vista from a walk we enjoyed.
Bad news friends: the low coolant light came on. The internet says it can be from a couple of things:
- Dirty coolant cap
- Coolant cap rubber has dried out
- Bad sensor
- Bad water pump
- Low coolant itself
- Air somewhere
- Actual leaky hose
- Parking on a hill which makes the sensor give a faulty reading
- Blown head gasket
The last one is a multi thousand dollar fix. Bleck. There is a pressure test to see. Maybe at our next stop.
M C, whose driven big rigs, shared his perspective, which was it is unlikely to be a bad water pump as we’d hear a high pitched noise, keep track of the coolant level before a big drive and that a blown head gasket will mean large plums of white smoke coming from the tailpipe. Fingers crossed.
Ramble Pictures did another drone video shoot of the bus. I drove a couple times back and forth on a local rode to get the shots. On one of them, a heron consecrated the trip with a mighty guano deposit on the road. Seconds later and it would have nailed the bus.