Posts Tagged With: Warrior Dash

Welcome back to Reality

Last Monday, I went to my 6pm boot camp class and spent the hour wishing that I didn’t have heartburn because it was making it really hard to breathe and therefore, really hard to exercise. It wasn’t until I was in my car on my way home that I noticed that I was still having difficulty breathing. Hmmm, could it be my asthma??? So I took a huff on my inhaler and instantly felt relief. Stupid me! But I do have to say that I hadn’t had issues in a while and it really did just feel like heartburn.

Tuesday morning, I show up to my regular 5am class and about 20 minutes in, I am laying on the turf after taking a couple puffs from my inhaler, trying to catch my breath. From across the room, I hear Greg asking me if I’m alright. I could only manage a thumbs up as I was concentrating on my breathing. Finally, I was able to get up and decided to finish out the class. Again, stupid me. I should have just headed to the showers and left early. For the rest of the day, I struggled to breath and wondered if I was going to have to visit the doctor for a nebulizer treatment.

Wednesday morning, I woke up still hearing the wheezing in my chest and went back to sleep. Thursday morning, same. Friday morning, I woke up feeling better and decided that I was going to go to boot camp. Really, for nothing more than because I missed it. Yes…I’m a junkie. 🙂 And because I knew that I couldn’t do Saturday, since I volunteered to help my boyfriend with some landscaping. So off I went and did what I could.

Still struggled a little during the weekend but made it to my Monday pm class and decided to take the Tuesday PM class as well. Didn’t want to rush into my extreme class too early and risk starting this process all over again.

Well, about a week and a half of not going hard really hit me this morning when I went back. At certain points, I really wanted to die. As I type now, my muscles in my arms are killing me and I am walking around like a geriatric patient. It’s all quite pleasant. Really, it is. 🙂 I was struggling so bad this morning that it took everything in me just to concentrate on what I was doing. My one day to whine in class was wasted because I had no energy to let out a peep. Whiny Wednesday went down with very little whining. 🙂

BUT I am glad to be back. We are training for the Warrior Dash in September so I really have no time to waste. When they describe running the course as the “Craziest Frickin’ Day of Your Life”, you better prepare! So now that I am back to reality, as Greg puts it, I need to go cuz next I’m throwing the running back into the mix every other night. Wooooo!!! 🙂 It’s go 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. 🙂 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. 🙂 )

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!! 🙂

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. 😉 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. 🙂 LOVE THEM!!!!

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loss & blog title change (more getting personal)…

These last couple of weeks have just happened to be filled with loss on very different levels, but loss none the less. One thing about me is that I thrive on consistency. I love the harmony of my very busy life. One wrong note though and it will throw me off completely. It can be something as little as missing boot camp (like this morning) and it throws my day off.

Well, about two weeks ago, a friendship ended, a week ago I found out that I can not run in the marathon and a few days later I learned that a sweet girl from work passed away. Last night, I received more news that has me worried. Hard. Very hard. To be honest, it felt like blows to the chest. It seemed that when I got my feet back underneath me, something else came around the corner. I spent the better part of two weeks spaced out, more to keep from getting emotional. Happy, I could do but to think of any of the above mentioned incidences left me of the verge of tears, if not actually crying, so I tried to not think about it. I did find moments to grieve each thing when I was alone but unfortunately for my sweet daughter, Kyle, sometimes a song on the radio would trigger the tears to fall. Thankfully I’m blessed and she would give me a hug and an “I love you” as a reminder.

With the loss of my chance to run the marathon, I had thought about ending this little blog, but I looked at it and realized that what started out as a blog about my marathon training has turned into something else. I’ve also found that I like recording little moments on this blog. The last blog I had, I downloaded and turned into a book to keep as kind of a memory book of last year. And even though I am not going to be able to run the marathon, there are still other things that I will be doing that provide enough fodder for this blog. Boot camp alone provides enough stories to share. And then there are moments like this where I choose to open up a little. I take it as more practice on my decision in my “Getting Personal” post of not keeping everything to myself. 🙂 So now you know why My 1st Marathon has turned into Pieces of Randomness.

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What’s your favorite color?

I am the proud mother of girls. At the same time, I am convinced that I should have been the proud mother of boys. Why? Because as a woman, I think I have more testosterone than the average woman. I don’t like shopping. I love football, both college (Hook’em Horns!) and professional (Who Dat!). I am a little (teeny, tiny) bit competitive. Even my Words with Friends games can get a little bit stressful. I talk way too much smack, especially since I probably can’t back up most of what I’m saying. I can hang out with the boys and talk s**t and not feel the least bit out of place. I’ve had some say that they forget I’m a girl. Don’t know if that’s good or bad. 🙂 I don’t do drama and I’m more of a pick yourself up, dust yourself off and move on kinda girl. But still a girl and a mother to girls.

So yesterday, I was telling a friend of mine about an encounter with one of my daughters. She was distraught over a lost relationship with a boy that she honestly barely knew. I was puzzled but tried to be supportive. I asked her why she was so upset. Her answer??

“BECAUSE WE WERE IN LOVE!!!!!”

Tears were streaming down her face. This was a boy that she knew for less than a month. Love?!?!? Okay. Me being the type of mother that I am, I asked the following question. Remember, I think that I am being supportive. And at the same time, I am wanting to impart a life lesson. Uh huh…this is going to go well.

ME: “Well, sweetie. What was this boy’s favorite color?”

HER: “What?”

ME: “What was his favorite color?”

HER: “I don’t know” (hands thrown in the air, eyes rolling)

ME: “Well, if you didn’t know something as basic as what his favorite color was, I just don’t think it was love.”

Supportive, huh??? I went on to tell her that loving someone was a special, precious thing that developed over time as two people learned more and more about each other and it was not like someone saying they loved spicy Cheetos. Can you feel the gentleness with which I was handling the situation? Yeeeeeeeah….

Well, I was telling my friend, Kris, about this conversation as we were walking to Starbucks yesterday to which she told me that her husband didn’t have a favorite color. I looked at her puzzled and thought, the man has NO preference towards color. As a painter, this thought baffled me. She must have picked up on that because she told me to text her husband to confirm this. I shot off the text and waited. My phone buzzed to alert me that I had received a text.

“Blue”

I turned my phone towards my friend and told her that she was in trouble. Her instant and very passionate reply was “He’s lying!” She told me that the only reason he told me a color was because he felt like he should. So then I sent off another text asking if that was actually his favorite color or if he felt the need to tell me a color because I asked. He told me that his colors were blue and black, in his words “the colors of pain”. HA!! You will have to read the rest on my friends blog here. It’s funny! In a nutshell, they have been together for 23 years and for the whole time, not only did she not know what his favorite color was, she wasn’t even aware that he had one. The best part of the whole ordeal was when she had me test his knowledge of her favorite color and without hesitation he named it off….red. She was so busted!! And slightly perturbed. I on the other hand found it hysterical! She tried to blow it off as being a natural phenomenon, but every friend we passed in the halls on our way back knew the answer to that question. I also had to poke fun at her expense and remind her that the guy that I had just started dating not only got me flowers, but got me flowers in burnt orange, the color of my favorite team…cuz he was paying attention. She was not happy with that little bit of information. 😉

Now by no means am I saying that if you don’t know what your significant other’s favorite color is, you must not be in love. What I am saying is that if you don’t know the basics of what is important to the other person, I find it hard to believe that you love them. How do you know you love them when you don’t even know them?

Last thing…I know Kris and her husband and I KNOW those two love each other. I have pictures that I took of them without them knowing and you can see it all over their faces while they were talking to one another. She may not have known his favorite color, but she knows what is important to him. What makes him happy. And that’s what matters. It was just funny to rehash her reaction to the whole thing! In a public setting. If you haven’t, read her blog posting. It’s priceless!!

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Getting personal and why I do what I do….

Anyone that really knows me also knows that I am not quick with talk about my personal inner workings. I have a tendency to keep it close and work things out by myself. Great, happy things that are going on, I feel free to talk about, but let it be something hard, a struggle I am facing and I am locked up tighter than Fort Knox. I am never surprised at the shocked faces when friends slowly find out things that have happened months prior. And it usually happens with a “oh and this thing happened. Blah. Blah. Blah” followed by a quick “hold the heck on” from my friends. I am currently working to change that.

Last night, in the course of a conversation, I did the same thing to yet another person. As we were talking, I said something about being a cancer survivor. Shock crossed his face. “What?!?” My response? “I thought I told you.” And then I went on to tell him my story, answering any questions he had along the way.

I also told him that I had a cancer scare last year. During that scare, on the outside, I was very much “it’s nothing”. On the inside, I was scared as hell. My cousin died of breast cancer at a very young age. Every scare I have had along my journey was magnified when my doctors were told about this fact. The most common response was “that is way too young”. The way they treated me and my illness was always with that in mind and I am grateful. Any occurrence was usually found early and dealt with little invasion to my body or my life. While I was irritated about having to possess specialists and see them far more frequently than I cared (and I’m sure far more frequently than my insurance company cared for), it was always the reason things were discovered and dealt with so early.

Now of course I had some meltdowns along the way last year, but for the most part I kept a positive or at least a “positive” attitude. In October, one week after my 33rd birthday, I had surgery to take out the mass that was in question. The surgery was walk-in (love the advances of medicine!) and when the tests were completed, the results came back benign. After 7 months, I could finally breathe easy again.

5 months later, all I have left from that is a little scar that will fade over time but is a constant reminder of just how fragile life really is. I see the scar everyday and it has really affected my way of thinking. In January, I decided that I was going to join Team Rio and finally run the half marathon that I have been dying to run for almost 8 years now. In February, in an effort to aid my marathon training and my well-being all together, I joined D1 for a year to do boot camp 5 days a week. I’ve committed to a golf scramble in March. I am going to go skydiving this summer with a friend of mine (yes, I am jumping out of a perfectly functioning plane). I am doing the Warrior Dash with her in September, as well. I tell my friends that I love them when I get off the phone with them or when we part ways because I don’t want them to wonder how I feel about them for a second. I am meeting new people and forming new relationship because I refuse to let fear get in my way anymore. Wow! I am starting to feel like a Tim McGraw song!! 🙂

Ultimately, I’ve decided that I am going to try to live like I have a million tomorrows and at the same time, live like today is my last. I want to make every second count because really I’m not guaranteed my next. And if I live to be 100, I don’t want to look back wishing I had done something that I let slip by, regretting time not spent with people I enjoyed, not loving people fully because fear and pride got in the way. I want to look back and know I lived to the fullest of my ability.

So call me crazy because of the things I’ve gotten myself involved with. Look at my schedule and wonder what the heck I am thinking. But I will tell you one thing, I am loving my life right now. I can’t tell you the last time I have felt this content and at peace. I may be busy and on the go, but I am not living in “oh, I wish I had” moments anymore. I am working on opening myself up to whatever the world is going to bring me and taking on life’s lessons along the way. This is really why I do what I do.

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