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Another members post (hardcore or rest) got me thinking about this.
I seem to have a propensity for the common cold, it being the only real
illness I have ever been troubled with, knock on wood. For some reason,
colds knock me for a loop, I really suffer (though not as frequently or
a badly now that I am on TRT), having no real alternative other than to
wait it out. And you know what they say about a cold, . . . if you do
nothing it will last a week, if you take all the meds it will last about seven
days, and if you abuse yourself, it will last about half a fortnight.
I have said this here before, I have always keep what I consider to
be very accurate records of all my workouts. One consistent observation
is that whenever I have been sick; a cold, the flu, (nothing debilitating),
and thinking about working out or not working; if I just manage to drag
myself to the gym, I just about always am stronger, have a better than
average work, and sometimes even a spectacular workout. I have seen
this demonstrated by some of my training partners as well.
I have a theory about this. I think that when your body is trying to fend
something off, it releases more hormones, or something in it's defense.
And it is these "things" that are responsible for the strength increase and
the better than average workout (in most cases).
Has anybody else ever experienced this?
Here is interesting story along a similar vein, about what the body is capable
of. A few years ago, a friend and I went on our annual cross-country back-
packing trip in the Sierra Nevada mountain range in California. As we headed
up the trail, I felt the beginnings of what I knew to be a terrible cold. I said to
myself, this is going to be a horrible week; 10 - 12 hours a day of hard
physical labor, under a load, at altitude, and with a cold. By mid-day we
were off trail, boulder hopping and route finding, and soon ourselves standing
at the top of a pass, looking down at a pair of beautiful lakes that were not
supposed to be there. As Daniel Boone once said when asked if he had ever
been lost " . . . no, but I was once bewildered for a few days."
Now I really felt bad, felt like absolute crap. This cold was going to be a
winner. So we backtracked, then headed more north to the now correct pass
only to find the opposite side hip deep in snow. Unprepared for that amount
of snow so late in the season, and it being late in the day by now, and with
ominous clouds moving in, we decided to lose a little altitude, regroup, and
go to Plan B. Problem was, we had no Plan B.
Soon, very soon, the weather really stared to consolidate, bringing freezing
rain and wind. We hustled to find a protected area, pulled out my friends
tarp, only to find that the surfaces of the tarp had stuck to itself after being
in storage. Vigorously pulling it open, it began to delaminate, separating the
protective coating from the nylon tarp. Not good.
But, what was good I noticed, is that I had no cold. All symptoms had dis-
sappeared. Vanished. Gone. No where to be found. I felt great once again.
After spending a sleepless night, rain soaked, under a leaky tarp, we
headed out early the next morning to try to find another way over or around
the pass. This second attempt failed for a variety of reasons, and we were
forced by weather once again to put up the leaky tarp. Another long, wet,
cold night.
But, I still felt great.
We headed back down to the trailhead the next morning, our tails between
our legs, dropping about a 6,000' in the process. On the way down the cold
that I thought I had avoided, beaten into submission, was slowly rearing
it's ugly head. By the time we arrived back at our car late that afternoon, there
was no mistaking it's arrival. After showering at the local swimming pool, we
headed out into the high desert to camp for the night under clear skies before
the long drive back home. That night was one of the longest nights of my life.
My cold, the sore throat, etc., was back in full force.
My point being . . .
I think what happened, and the reason I am telling this story, is that when
your body is under a large amount of stress, be it due to sickness, or extended
hard physical exertion (like I had just been through) your body releases chemicals
hormones, a wide variety of things when it is in a survival mode. So, my body
effectively but my cold on "hold" because it had more important things it had to do.
So when I have worked with weights out when I was sick, (again, I'm not
talking about terminally ill or a deliberating illness), a side effect of my sickness
was my bodies natural defense mechanism being activated, releasing whatever
naturally occurring substances it had available deal with it, to survive. And in
my case, it made me stronger and I was able to demonstrate that in the gym.
Just my opinion. I am not advocating training when sick, just wanted to
through out my experiences and observations.
I seem to have a propensity for the common cold, it being the only real
illness I have ever been troubled with, knock on wood. For some reason,
colds knock me for a loop, I really suffer (though not as frequently or
a badly now that I am on TRT), having no real alternative other than to
wait it out. And you know what they say about a cold, . . . if you do
nothing it will last a week, if you take all the meds it will last about seven
days, and if you abuse yourself, it will last about half a fortnight.
I have said this here before, I have always keep what I consider to
be very accurate records of all my workouts. One consistent observation
is that whenever I have been sick; a cold, the flu, (nothing debilitating),
and thinking about working out or not working; if I just manage to drag
myself to the gym, I just about always am stronger, have a better than
average work, and sometimes even a spectacular workout. I have seen
this demonstrated by some of my training partners as well.
I have a theory about this. I think that when your body is trying to fend
something off, it releases more hormones, or something in it's defense.
And it is these "things" that are responsible for the strength increase and
the better than average workout (in most cases).
Has anybody else ever experienced this?
Here is interesting story along a similar vein, about what the body is capable
of. A few years ago, a friend and I went on our annual cross-country back-
packing trip in the Sierra Nevada mountain range in California. As we headed
up the trail, I felt the beginnings of what I knew to be a terrible cold. I said to
myself, this is going to be a horrible week; 10 - 12 hours a day of hard
physical labor, under a load, at altitude, and with a cold. By mid-day we
were off trail, boulder hopping and route finding, and soon ourselves standing
at the top of a pass, looking down at a pair of beautiful lakes that were not
supposed to be there. As Daniel Boone once said when asked if he had ever
been lost " . . . no, but I was once bewildered for a few days."
Now I really felt bad, felt like absolute crap. This cold was going to be a
winner. So we backtracked, then headed more north to the now correct pass
only to find the opposite side hip deep in snow. Unprepared for that amount
of snow so late in the season, and it being late in the day by now, and with
ominous clouds moving in, we decided to lose a little altitude, regroup, and
go to Plan B. Problem was, we had no Plan B.
Soon, very soon, the weather really stared to consolidate, bringing freezing
rain and wind. We hustled to find a protected area, pulled out my friends
tarp, only to find that the surfaces of the tarp had stuck to itself after being
in storage. Vigorously pulling it open, it began to delaminate, separating the
protective coating from the nylon tarp. Not good.
But, what was good I noticed, is that I had no cold. All symptoms had dis-
sappeared. Vanished. Gone. No where to be found. I felt great once again.
After spending a sleepless night, rain soaked, under a leaky tarp, we
headed out early the next morning to try to find another way over or around
the pass. This second attempt failed for a variety of reasons, and we were
forced by weather once again to put up the leaky tarp. Another long, wet,
cold night.
But, I still felt great.
We headed back down to the trailhead the next morning, our tails between
our legs, dropping about a 6,000' in the process. On the way down the cold
that I thought I had avoided, beaten into submission, was slowly rearing
it's ugly head. By the time we arrived back at our car late that afternoon, there
was no mistaking it's arrival. After showering at the local swimming pool, we
headed out into the high desert to camp for the night under clear skies before
the long drive back home. That night was one of the longest nights of my life.
My cold, the sore throat, etc., was back in full force.
My point being . . .
I think what happened, and the reason I am telling this story, is that when
your body is under a large amount of stress, be it due to sickness, or extended
hard physical exertion (like I had just been through) your body releases chemicals
hormones, a wide variety of things when it is in a survival mode. So, my body
effectively but my cold on "hold" because it had more important things it had to do.
So when I have worked with weights out when I was sick, (again, I'm not
talking about terminally ill or a deliberating illness), a side effect of my sickness
was my bodies natural defense mechanism being activated, releasing whatever
naturally occurring substances it had available deal with it, to survive. And in
my case, it made me stronger and I was able to demonstrate that in the gym.
Just my opinion. I am not advocating training when sick, just wanted to
through out my experiences and observations.
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