After more than 40 years of semi-serious bicycle racing, my lower body is quite well developed, and my overall level of fitness is, IMHO, exceptional for my age (68 years). At least, so I thought until I took up my new sport of kayaking.
For the first time in thirty years or so, I am now hanging out with people who are older than I am who are also stronger and more fit. There are women in their mid and late 70's in our kayak club that are faster than I am, at least over the longer distances. When I joined the club I had never been in a kayak before, and in my naivete I told myself, based on my successes in bicycle racing, that in six months I would be the terror of Lake Chapala. Well, it took me eleven months to reach the point where I can keep up with or beat anyone in the club, but
only over the shorter distances. In a 20-minute sprint, I am formidable due in no small part to superior equipment -- you'd be amazed at the difference a $400 paddle with a well-engineered 18-foot kayak makes -- but in a trip across the lake and back (about 25 kilometers) I have to go into conservation mode and just hang on and hope to finish.
The "monster" in our club is Tony, 77 years old, and a workout fanatic who spends six hours a week in the gymnasium lifting weights. He invited me to come and work out with him, and in a moment of insanity I reluctantly agreed. I had never been in a gymnasium and he patiently explained to me how the machines and free weights worked. I matched his routine, but lifted only half the weight he was doing, and even that was too much. On the second to last machine he was lifting the maximum the machine could provide (220 pounds) and that wasn't enough so he added another 20 kilograms onto the lift handles. Then it was my turn. I was so fried by then that I couldn't budge it at 100 pounds. So he took pity on me, cut it down to 80, then 60, then 40, then 20, but I was absolutely and completely done for the day. I had
nothing left.
That was on Friday. On Sunday I was so stiff and sore I almost needed help getting out of bed. Clearly under Tony's tutelage I was overdoing it. Tony's idea of workout is to do a set of 10 repetitions with enough weight that the tenth lift is absolutely, unquestionably the absolute, red-faced, screaming aloud in agony, maximum conceivable effort after which no possible further lift could be done. Then rest 60 seconds and repeat the set two more times before moving to the next machine.
I don't think this is right for me.
I know almost nothing about gymnasium workouts and weight lifting, but I seem to recall reading that less weight and more repetitions is the preferred method. So the next time I went to the gym with Tony I lifted 1/4 of the weight he was lifting, for twice the repetitions. So, after this long-winded introduction (did anyone actually read this far?) here is the question:
Is lifting 50 pounds 20 times equivalent to lifting 100 pounds 10 times when the goal is not body-building but improving fitness?I am not trying to sculpt my skinny 160-lb body into a Schwarzenegger look-alike. I am just trying to get my upper body strength and fitness to a level to match my lower body. I mean, if these kayaks were powered by leg muscles instead of arms-shoulders-torsos, I really
would be the terror of Lake Chapala.
An excerpt from the Mayo Clinic's
website contradicts Tony's routine:
Lift an appropriate amount of weight. Start with a weight you can lift comfortably 12 to 15 times. For most people, a single set of 12 repetitions with the proper weight can build strength just as efficiently as can three sets of the same exercise. As you get stronger, gradually increase the amount of weight.After yesterday's workout with Tony (we go Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays) in which I resisted his "encouragement" to lift heavier weights, I have no trace of soreness and was able to make it through all the machines. Am I now "under-doing" it and wasting my (and Tony's) time?
What are your recommendations?
tanstaafl.