This was what I sent out to all participants of a 4-way camp I was going to attend when the organizer of the camp sent out a detailed letter on how to prepare for the camp, and what equipment to bring. I had attended several of these camps before and based on my experiences came up with my own plan on how to best prepare myself.
I've taken your advice right to heart and have been training hard to prepare myself for the camp. I rise everyday at 6:00, have a cool shower, and after choking down a stale bagel washed down with bad lukewarm coffee, I put myself through a series of stretches that would make Chris proud. Then, to simulate time in the tunnel, I get on one of my creepers (yes, I have my own creepers), and after blindfolding myself, I start working through the blocks, crashing into the pool table, the concrete walls, the jackposts and the workbench, bouncing off the Beer Machine, the table saw and the wine racks. Once I feel sufficiently beaten up, I go out onto the deck over the garage and hang off the railing for about a minute before I throw myself off, landing in the bed of the pickup truck. Following that, I bodyslam myself off the walls in the garage every 10 seconds for a minute at a time.
After about 9 hours of this, eating next to nothing and drinking more water than any normal person could suck down in a week, I head for the bar at the end of the street and order the greasiest thing they have on the menu and wash it down with all the beer and Vodka I can hold. I'll stay there drinking and shooting pool until closing time, then stagger home to get a few hours sleep before rising the next day to start the cycle all over again.
The temperature in the house has been set to 95F for the last week, and anytime I have to drive anywhere I keep my foot on the floor for the whole trip, sliding sideways through intersections and ignoring all traffic signs.
I'm scraped and scratched, beaten and bruised, dehydrated, and hurt everywhere.
Usually I don't feel like this till the end of the skills camp.
I think I'm starting to hit my stride.
Run away. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Larry
