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More like a family…

photo8 months. That’s how long I’ve been doing Jiu Jitsu. Still loving the hell out of it. Best form of exercise I have found for my body and personality. I’m learning every single day. My mind stays engaged. And I love that aspect. But even more, I find that the longer I go, the more I appreciate the relationships I have formed.

I genuinely adore the people I train with. They have got to be the most down to earth people I have ever met. Actually, most that I have met in the Jiu Jitsu community are pretty awesome people. I learn something new just about every time I roll with any of my teammates. I love that even if I get my ass handed to me or vice versa, we can stand up and finish with a hug and a “Hey! Good roll.” because it is not about beating the other person in the end. Or to prove a point. We save that for the tournaments. It’s about learning from one another and having fun.

I also love that I can talk to just about anyone with an issue I am having and they are ready to help. There is no sense of “me” in the jiu jitsu world. Everyone seems to want to share knowledge. Not finishing that choke? “Move this way. Change this. Yep. Like that.” *Gag* Tap! Tap! It’s the jiu jitsu way.

And I can’t tell you how awesome it is to have this as a part of my life. I’m a girl living far from home. I love knowing that at the end of the day, I’m walking into not just my jiu jitsu gym, but into what feels like home with family. The only difference is the hugs we give one another look awfully similar to chokes. πŸ˜‰

So to my jiu jitsu family, thanks! You all are awesome and I so appreciate who you are and how you represent jiu jitsu to the world.

~~Til the next time

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Day 9: Not doing the list

Day 9Day 9: ———-

So today was supposed to be about 10 pet peeves, but I have to say that my heart is heavy given what happened yesterday in Boston. I sat at my desk working with Facebook open on one of my screens, watching as a running group I used to be a part of was calling off members as they crossed the finish line in Boston, liking the posts as they popped up. I said a little “YAY!” as I saw them start rolling in. And then I started to see the reports of an explosion, maybe two at the finish line. Confusion. My brain tried to understand, figure out what could have exploded, hoping that there were no people hurt. I will say in the rainbow and sunshine brain of mine, I imagined that the explosion was no where near people and it was some freak accident. And then I started to hear the reports of planted bombs and my heart broke. The news reports were constant. The numbers of dead and hurt rose quickly. Pictures popped up on the television and all over social media.

I think this hit me a little harder because this happened in my community, within my running family. Lace up your tennis shoes and go running anywhere and when you encounter another runner, you will be met with a raised hand, a nod of the head, a smile, some sort of “hey, I see you.” It’s just what you do. And you don’t have to be a runner to understand thisΒ camaraderie. It’s the same with boaters, bikers, Jeep owners, and more I am sure I am not even aware of. We may not know each other but we recognize we still have a relationship and it is one of the things that I love about being in the running community. We share the same heart.

So when I started to hear about the damage done by some evil person, my heart sank. As much as I wanted to understand what happened, I stayed away from the television and internet all together last night. Like I told my very crushed daughter this morning, there is no understanding evil. She too is part of this community. In less then 2 weeks, I will be running in the Music City Marathon and she will be volunteering at the finish line. She will be the one that will put my finisher’s medal around my neck. As we were looking towards that day, we were excited but that was still clouded by the pain we felt for those in Boston.

And so today, my mind and heart is with Boston. And when I run in two weeks, I run for not only my little Newton angel, I will also run for Boston. For an extended family whose beautiful, celebration filled day was stolen by evil.

~~Til the next time…

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Pain…with visual :)

So Friday I missed boot camp because I thought it was Thursday and therefore I justified my sleeping in with “I can catch the evening class”. Well, when I woke up and realized that it was not Thursday, but in fact Friday, I also remembered that there was not a Friday pm class to go to. Dang it! Later that night I got a Facebook message from my coach Greg that said that the 10am Saturday class had been canceled. Dang it! Dang it! He also said that I could catch the 6am or 7am class if I wanted. So I set my alarm for 6:15am so that I could do the 7am class the next morning. When the alarm rang, my only thought was why am I waking up this stinking early on a Saturday and rolled over and went back to bed. I mean, it wasn’t my fault that I wasn’t going to make the 10am class, right? Then there is Sunday. There are no classes on Sunday. So for three days, I did not do boot camp. I did no workout whatsoever. Even worse, I ate like crap. Uh huh!! I was not looking forward to returning to boot camp Monday morning.

Which brings me to the lovely picture at the top of this post. I decided that to explain my pain for Monday morning was just not going to be enough. I figured a visual would help cement the fun I had at 5am. We did our normal 2 laps around the field with stairs followed by stretching. Already I was winded. Oh, no! It didn’t help that it was hotter than hell in there. I can’t WAIT until the actual summer when I get to work out in what I imagine will feel like an oven. πŸ™‚ So here is the breakdown of my workout. This took about 45 minutes…straight…with no break.

Start at Tina face 1: 10 push-ups (modified for me because my arms resemble Olive Oyl’s)

Run to Tina face 2: 10 push-ups (again modified because I’m a wimp)

Run to Tina face 3: 10 push-ups

Run to Tina face 4: 10 push-ups

Not bad, right? Right! Lap 2 involved those same 10 push-ups at each corner followed by 15 in-and-outs (think mountain climber, but instead of alternating legs, you do both legs at the same time. I like them better. πŸ™‚ )

Lap 3: 10 push-ups at each corner, 15 in-and-outs, and now add 20 body squats…at each corner.

Lap 4: 10 push-ups, 15 in-and-outs, 20 body squats, 25 crunches…AT EACH CORNER!!

Oh did I mention that I had to run from each corner to the next. Yeah. I did. You’re tired aren’t you?? So was I! And dripping with sweat because if there was a sub-level of hell that was hotter than hell, I was working out there. I. CAN’T. BREEEEEEEATHE!

Aaaand….wait for it….we weren’t done. *twirl and faint*

We then had to start at Lap 4 and work our way back down the ladder to lap one. Running in between. In the sub-level of hell. I was sucking down water every time I passed my water bottle, hoping that would help cool me down. All it did was make me notice that each time I took a drink, my water seemed warmer. Whatever. Hydrate, Hydrate, Hydrate!!

Love my coach tho! I know, crazy right?? The whole time I heard “Go, go, go”. “You’re doing great!” And the one phrase that kicked my ass in gear. “Beat them.” I’m a little competitive and for the most part, I am competitive with myself. I want to beat what I did last time. Run faster. Do more squats. More push ups. Stay in plank longer. Whatever. But there is also a part of me that hates being last. So yesterday when Greg whispered “beat them”, all I could think of was “Hell YES!” The last two laps were done faster than I would have if I had kept the pace I was going just prior to that. And I beat them!! πŸ™‚

Just in case you weren’t keeping track of just how many of each thing we did, let me break it down for you.

320 Push-ups (even modified, that sucked!)

360 In-and Outs (wasn’t so bad)

320 Body Squats (thighs. burning. ow!)

200 Crunches (just ow!)

After I was done, I looked like the little blue stick figure in the picture above. Sprawled out on the turf, breathing heavy, but done. Oh and I was NOT smiling. πŸ˜‰ I was supposed to be doing ab work but my body told me no so I did what I could and laid there the rest of the time. BUT, and big, big BUT, with only having gone for 2 months, I’ve seen a huge difference. I have muscles that I never knew existed. I’m a lot stronger than I was. And by the time it’s bathing suit season, I will be more than ready. Dying, sweating, unable to breathe, slowly cooking in the crazy southern heat, I’m getting the results I want and more. LOVE D1, my coach and my results. πŸ™‚ LOVE THEM!!!!

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Boot Camp vs. Boot Camp Extreme

D1 has two different types of boot camp classes, regular boot camp and boot camp extreme. My fellow boot camper, Sam, does and has gone to the boot camp extreme class for quite some time, excluding a little break. When he started going back to D1, he was very sore. I remember one night receiving a text that said that he had to bend over to pick something up and almost didn’t make it back up. What I said to him was “poor thing”, but what I was actually doing was laughing hysterically. The next couple of weeks involved more texts of even greater pain, centralized in different parts of his body depending on what exercise sets he did that day. Some texts just said that he wanted to die. With every text, the response was the same, some version of “I feel bad for you”, all the while laughing to myself.

Then it was my turn. One of the running coaches on my team runs a boot camp style class and had been talking about it. I didn’t think anything of it until I started having difficulty increasing my mileage. In a conversation I had with Sam, I mentioned that I was thinking about checking out my coach’s boot camp, hoping that would push me beyond the wall that I was facing in my running. It was then that he suggested that I try out D1, where he goes to boot camp. In all honesty, I was talking more abstractly. It was more like, “I was thinking, I may, or may not, possibly, maybe check out my coach’s boot camp…someday.” So I told him that I would look D1 up and check it out.Β  The planets must have been perfectly aligned. Or maybe my first inclination was correct and he’s an undercover D1 recruiter. πŸ™‚ Either way, when I looked up boot camp information at D1, there were free Saturdays going on as part of their New Year’s Resolution initiative. I filled out the registration information, still thinking that I may not go. I mean I was already training for a marathon. Well, when Saturday came, I got up and did my long run and then decided to drive out to D1 and give this boot camp a try. It didn’t help that right before our long run that morning, one of the coaches made mention of the other boot camp. I took that as a sign to go and at least try it out. What’s the worst that could happen, right??

Oh so wrong!!! I told Sam that I was a little freaked out to go a couple days before. He told me that I would be fine. He said that I had been training for the marathon so I had a leg up. Well, alrighty then!!

I should have known that there was a possibility that he was stretching the truth. He had done that to me before. πŸ™‚ The boot camp about killed me. I could barely stand up after. While talking to the recruiter after the class, I found out that Sam not only did boot camp, he did the boot camp extreme class. I couldn’t even imagine as I was already praying for death.

Well I tried it out a couple more times and what Sam already knew was going to happen, happened. I was hooked. Despite the pain, I was loving every second of it. I joined right before Valentine’s Day and chose the only class that I could make in my current schedule, the 5am class.

I guess I wasn’t paying attention or just thought that all the normal classes were as hard as mine. I mean, I had just started. It was brutal! And then I overheard a conversation that my coach was having with a prospective member.

Greg: So, why did you choose this class to try out?

Member: What do you mean?

Greg: You do know that this is the extreme class and not the regular boot camp class.

Member: Oh! No I didn’t.

Uumm, yeah.Β  Greg??? I DIDN’T KNOW EITHER!!! So for a month, my very first month, I have been going to boot camp extreme. I now know why I’ve had such difficulty moving. Not only did I jump in with both feet, I landed in water that was neck deep. Now by no means does that mean I am going to step down and do the regular boot camp class. I’ve worked really hard and have gotten to the point where it isn’t nearly as painful. There is no way that I am going to take a step backwards. Not only am I staying in my current class, I am also going to take Sam on in his boot camp class. We’ve been talking about me going to one of his classes since I started and now I feel like I could actually do it. We are a tad bit competitive so this has less to do with doing the class together and more to do with doing it better than the other. They keep telling us that it is not a competition and to go at our own pace, but for that one day it is on! Sam, you are going down!!!!

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Funny stories from the D1 floor…

I know I’ve said it over and over, but I love going to boot camp! I figured since my stories are largely about how much pain I am in, I would switch gears and tell some funny stories from the turf at D1. This morning inspired me as it was another funny morning. So here are a couple of funny classes for me:

1) My coach is 23 years old. It’s not his fault but when you are leading a class of 30 & 40 somethings, it may be a little difficult. The day we found out, which was during his first week leading our class, we all were stunned. I just looked at him and then told him I was going to run to the other side of the field to throw up. πŸ™‚ After that, it just became a free for all when it came to his age. When he said a title to a movie or a song, someone would pipe up and ask how he knew about it since he was so young. There were constant comments about him being a baby and other instances like these. Well on Monday, picking on him about his age started again. I guess in the two days that I missed last week, members started to call him Bieber. On Monday, everyone used Bieber references when talking to him, myself included. I don’t remember what he said to me but my response was “Never, say, Never, Greg!” He was not amused. He punished us with exercises. BUT it was so worth it! πŸ™‚

2) On one Wednesday morning (it was legs day, that’s how I remember), we were nearing the end of our class and our coach had us do wall squats while passing a medicine ball down the line. It was torture. After doing about 45 minutes of leg workouts, my legs, and the legs of my classmates were screaming! Legs at 90 degrees, shaking, made worse when the medicine ball was thrown into my arms. Every time my coach looked away, I grabbed the ledge above me to give myself a few seconds of relief. I got busted more than once. At one point Greg screamed “Tina, down!” I felt like a puppy! πŸ™‚ Everyone was doing something different, anything to make the time pass and trying to forget the pain. And that is when I heard Greg let out a huge laugh. I looked up and saw him looking at another classmate of mine. The question that came out of his mouth sent me over the edge. “Are you saying the Lord’s Prayer?!?!?!?!” My classmate, in an effort to be transported from his pain, was reciting the Lord’s Prayer, over and over, face in a blank stare. Priceless!!

These are just two of many but I’ve been up since 4:15a after having gone to bed at midnight (dumb Words with Friends! :)), so I’m tired and my thinking is a little fuzzy. Point is, boot camp, while hard, is very enjoyable. Or at least my group makes it very enjoyable. πŸ™‚

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Days 31 & 32

Day 31: I took to the treadmill, still very sore, and was determined to run my miles. I had 3 miles for that night and thought that it was not going to happen. I had been telling friends of mine that I was sore from the eyebrows down from boot camp on Saturday. I was still feeling it on Tuesday, but I went to run anyways. It started out as usual. A little tight, a little sore but about a mile in, I guess the endorphins kicked in and the pain lessened to the point that I no longer noticed it. I completed my 3 miles and then did a quarter mile to cool down. I took extra time to stretch completely before heading to my car to go home.Training miles down!!

Day 32: My alarm went off at 4:15am and I rolled out of bed with much hesitation. It was waaaaaay too early to be awake! I had boot camp at 5am and it was going to take me about 30 minutes to make it down to D1, even in the early morning hour. I quickly got dressed, grabbed a yogurt and bottle of juice and headed out the door.Β  I made it to D1 a little early and the lights were still out in the building and there were other people still sitting in their cars waiting so I did the same. A little after 5am, the lights came on inside the building and about 8 of us got out of our cars and headed in. Still sore from the weekend, boot camp was really rough. To make matters worse, during one of the exercise drills, I tweaked my IT band in my right thigh and had to pull way back during the rest of the hour. But I finished!! Sore and with my right thigh hurting, I headed off to work. Later that day a nurse friend of mine who had previously trained and ran a marathon came in and I told her my issue. She very quickly told me what stretches I needed to do as it sounded like I locked that muscle up instead of hurting it like I had originally thought. I was so happy to hear that! I did not want to be out of commission for any length of time, or worse be unable to run the marathon due to an injury. That night, I did the stretches and during the second stretch I felt my muscle immediately relax. Oh sweet relief!

Tomorrow, I have a 6 mile long run, in the cold and snow, and then I have boot camp immediately after. Yes it sounds crazy but I am excited about both and can’t wait for my alarm to ring in the morning to start my day. πŸ™‚

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Boot Camp (cont.)

So I did boot camp on Saturday morning after running 5 miles. Whoa!! I am on the 3rd day of recovering from that and can now walk up stairs without pain, but am still struggling with getting back down those same stairs. Makes things a little complicated. πŸ™‚ And honestly, humorous. Ask any of my friends that have seen me in these last 3 days. They would probably agree with that last statement.

Well, I’ve decided that I am going to go to another boot camp class tomorrow…at 5am. Uh huh. 5 am! Unfortunately, that is the only weekday class that fits into my schedule. That puts my waking up time at 4:15a, 4:20a at the latest. To say that I may be tired tomorrow afternoon would be putting it lightly. I told a friend of mine that I will probably be stricken with blindness due to the fatigue. -.- I am going to get my 3 miles in tonight though before the pain begins again tomorrow. Still training for the marathon and that comes first, but I am excited to see what this boot camp will do to my endurance and time as I go along. Especially when the pain ceases…okay, lessens. πŸ™‚

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Day 22-Tennis

I didn’t run yesterday as I’ve decided that I am now going to follow the run/rest schedule set up by my coaches. I’m sure they know way more than I do πŸ˜‰ and I’ve seemed to have built up a little more endurance. What I did do though was attempt to teach my 10 year old how to play tennis. She has a wicked overhead serve, but unfortunately the ball ended up in the court next to us most of the time.Β  I tried playing both courts in an attempt to keep the game alive but all it did was wear me out.Β  I did get a great workout, though. πŸ™‚ I also decided that I need adults to play so I’ve reached out and found two tennis partners so far (are you interested??) and am excited to add a different form of workout to my routine. I’m hoping that this will work my muscles in a different way and give me even more of an edge as I continue my training. I will say that all this exercise is amazing for my energy level. I might be bordering on the insane but my friends love me no matter what (Thank God!).

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