tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59987563927010076862024-03-12T20:26:33.844-05:00the pain diaries--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout. I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness." ~Henry RollinsMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.comBlogger488125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-23190636255403167202009-08-28T17:35:00.012-05:002009-08-28T22:01:26.273-05:00Day 707...sOmEtiMeS iT's eNoUgH...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sphb3YMMy6I/AAAAAAAAEa0/DnqzVeX8O7w/s1600-h/enough.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sphb3YMMy6I/AAAAAAAAEa0/DnqzVeX8O7w/s400/enough.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375147162211240866" /></a>I don't know what it is with people that Crossfit. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>I wonder if Crossfit makes us the way we are or if we are drawn to Crossfit BECAUSE of the way we are.</b></span> I love meeting other people that love CrossFit as much as I do and I always notice many similarities. Most Crossfitters are tough and unapologetic and passionate and driven...always pushing for more...faster...not afraid to suffer or puke or gasp for air. We are not afraid of a challenge or a little blood. We wear our bruises and scraped shins and torn up hands with pride...we see them as battle scars..something to be proud of rather than injuries we want to hide or be careful to prevent. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's always full throttle...no halfway or maybe or in between.</span></b><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Sometimes this gets me in </b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>"trouble"</b></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>...sometimes it makes me understimate a workout or make a stupid decision.</b></span> Today was one of those days. I wanted a cardio type, metcon workout today...no heavy weight...just my body and lots of heavy breathing. I saw one that a friend had posted on Facebook and decided that I would do it. As I headed to the gym, I made a decision. I decided that while the workout looked good...I could add just a little MORE to it.<br /><br />So I came in and did a fairly lengthy "dynamic warmup". I wrote the workout plus my addition to it on the whiteboard...and then grabbed a timer and took off on the first of what was supposed to be 4 one mile runs. It was originally 3 one mile runs, but I thought I would add another run and an extra 50 reps of yet another exercise. It was about 10:45 and it was already sticky and hot. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I realized on the way back when I was running uphill, that this would not be too easy...and it would not be fun...still I was determined to follow through with my plan.</span></b> The second run I started to have that feeling...the one where the realization of just how hard it will be to finish kicks in...and <span style="font-style:italic;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">the third was just a fight..."a bare knuckles...no rules...do whatever you can to win" fight.</span></b> </span> It was so muggy and hot and I was starting to feel exhausted. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was then...as I climbed up on the GHD to do my situps and leaned all the way back...that I realized that the prescribed workout...the original creation..was ENOUGH.</span></b> And it was not because I am weak or afraid of pain...not because I wanted to get out of the gym quickly...I just knew. I know that when I program a workout, I have a reason for what I prescribe and I know that my friend did too. For once I decided to be smart...to stop trying to become everything in ONE DAY and realize that <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>what I had done...was ENOUGH.</i></span></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sph05pW5PQI/AAAAAAAAEbE/PTm4YtEnzEM/s1600-h/P3010358.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sph05pW5PQI/AAAAAAAAEbE/PTm4YtEnzEM/s400/P3010358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375174688969932034" /></a><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">DYNAMIC WARMUP<br />-------------<br /><br />WORKOUT<br />--------<br />RUN 1 MILE<br />50 PUSHUPS<br />RUN 1 MILE<br />50 SQUATS<br />RUN 1 MILE<br />50 SITUPS <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(I made it more difficult by doing them on the GHD)</span><br />(36:36...slooooow but steady)</span></b><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sphwt4kTWKI/AAAAAAAAEa8/C9cAhpZ9IGc/s1600-h/5001_99600800809_99600005809_2527363_3387047_n.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sphwt4kTWKI/AAAAAAAAEa8/C9cAhpZ9IGc/s400/5001_99600800809_99600005809_2527363_3387047_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375170088847759522" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>*this WOD (workout of the day) courtesy of CrossFit Scottsdale</b></span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-91597860979472817532009-08-27T11:23:00.008-05:002009-08-27T13:25:16.590-05:00Day 706...i sUcKeD...iN a gOOd wAy...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SpbOXtuLHGI/AAAAAAAAEas/Md8zeSdlcIo/s1600-h/YouSuck.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SpbOXtuLHGI/AAAAAAAAEas/Md8zeSdlcIo/s400/YouSuck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374710112118840418" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's been a<b> long</b> time since I've written. This use to be a huge part of my day...everyday.</span> And one day, I realized that it wasn't "fun" or satisfying anymore. It had become a chore...just as my working out had become. I felt stumped and negative and I felt as though I was maybe bringing myself and my friends and family that read this down...and so I stopped and took a break. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>I went from feeling an incredible need to write everything I did down...to not caring about it at all.</b></span><br /><br />Last week, I started thinking about writing again. And again, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I think that my desire to write has a lot to do with my desire and satisfaction in the gym</span>. For a few months...I was always alone in the gym. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I felt separated and lonely...tired of the same routine...stagnant.</span></b> I was really feeling sorry for myself in a lot of ways and I have continued to workout this whole time...mostly alone. The last couple of weeks, I've decided to make a change. I still workout alone several days a week, but I've been goin up to the gym when I'm not teaching and joining the group sessions (usually at 9AM). It has really made a difference.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> I feel more motivated...happier...I look forward to working out again</span>. So anyways...I guess I'm back to continue what I started...<br /><br />Today I went in and did a workout that I did a while back off the Navy SEALS site called <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Embrace the Suck"</span></i>. I've wanted to do it again in a group setting so I was excited that J finally agreed to do it. It's a workout that you do as many rounds as possible in 20 minutes...last time I only got 7 rounds. I didn't care what I got today as long as it was 8 or more!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Right before we started, I got that feeling in the pit of my gut.</b></span> It was the same feeling I got when I went into labor with my 2nd and 3rd children. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">All the pain and agony that I had "forgotten" suddenly started to reemerge from my memory.</span></b> It was that<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i> "Oh crap! Now I remember what I'm in for!"</i></span> feeling. Before I could panic, it was time to start. The first few movements are always a shock to my system and today was no different. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My body felt like it was resisting but I continued anyway...defying the urge to stop.</span></b><br /><br />I was next to MB. MB is an example of what hard work can do for a person. He was not very strong when he came to the gym...many times he was the slowest. MB is one of the most committed people I have ever met in the gym. He never quits. He even broke his arm on a missed clean and still worked out with one arm while he was healing. Now MB is always right there near or at the top. He keeps me goin too...keeps me pushin!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b> We all worked hard and it was like a stack of dominoes when J called "TIME!" Everyone dropped their barbell and collapsed on the floor in a pool of sweat.</b></span><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I made my goal...I got 8 rounds plus a few extra movements.</span></b> MB was lying there motionless...I yelled across the room<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> "M! You alive over there?!?!"</span></i> He looked over at me and said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"That's one of those workouts that will leave you not feelin right for the rest of the day!"</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span> I laughed and agreed.<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Today I can honestly say that I SUCKED...but not in a bad way. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I buckled down and felt "the suck" of that workout, but I didn't stop or run away...I embraced it as best I could!</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I felt strong and I know I pushed myself as hard as I could...but the best part was being surrounded by people that I like...people all working and suffering just like me...people that can still smile when its all said and done...people that will come back for more tomorrow.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">W</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">R</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">M</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">U</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">P</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">0</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">0</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">0</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">M</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">R</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">W</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">D</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Y</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">N</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">M</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">C</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">S</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">R</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">C</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">H</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">N</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">G</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">W</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">R</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">K</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">U</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">M</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">B</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">R</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">C</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">H</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">S</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">U</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">C</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">K</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">H</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">R</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">U</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">S</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">R</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">S</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">9</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">/</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">7 HANG POWER CLEANS (95/65)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">0</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">S</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">U</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">M</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">D</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">D</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">L</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">F</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">H</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">G</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">H</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">P</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">U</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">L</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">L</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">S</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">9</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">/</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">)</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">AMRAP IN 20 MINUTES (8)</span></b></div></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-23898016632479363762009-04-02T16:42:00.001-05:002009-04-05T17:35:23.963-05:00Day 559...dEpReSSeD...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sdkx8RzZd2I/AAAAAAAAEOg/CB5SdPvE6I4/s1600-h/P4030520_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sdkx8RzZd2I/AAAAAAAAEOg/CB5SdPvE6I4/s400/P4030520_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321339346355844962" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">I have no clue what my problem has been today, but I feel so down</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I don't know why...I just do. It's so dumb, but regardless it has been hard. I went to the gym but I just couldn't get myself goin. I opened the doors and let the breeze blow in while I did some work on my computer. It was actually very calming to be there.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">I always feel relaxed when I am there during the day...alone...or with friends. </span></span><br /></div></span></span><div><br /></div><div>My husband called and invited me to lunch. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I left and met him and then went back to workout...feeling much better than I had before.</span></span> After a few minutes up there, J and his firefighter friend came up to do some studying. I went and ran to the railroad tracks (1 mile) for my warmup and then drug the big tire and a bar and the rower outside. </div><div><br /></div><div>I went in to do KTEs (knees to elbows) on the bar inside as part of my workout. After 10 reps, my hand felt <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"funny"</span></span>. I looked at it and realized that my blisters that I thought were "better" and "flat" had ripped open and I do mean <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">RIPPED</span></span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">There was no blood, so I wrapped em and kept going. </span></span> I just switched out GHD situps instead of continuing to do KTEs. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I struggled to finish and I was tired and slow, but it was a good workout. It's amazing how much working out can do for your spirit. I felt much better.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">WARMUP</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">-------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">1 MILE RUN</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DYNAMIC STRETCHING</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">WORKOUT</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">--------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">185 LB TIRE FLIP (down and back pkg lot)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">20 SLEDGEHAMMER HITS (10 EA ARM)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">20 PUSH PRESSES (55 LBS)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">20 KTES</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">500 M ROW</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">3 ROUNDS FOR TIME</span></span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-46743771496874462322009-04-01T12:57:00.004-05:002009-04-05T16:42:32.118-05:00Day 558...aPRiL FooL's?...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SdjxTVpbzjI/AAAAAAAAEOY/T4ZmD6WG6lQ/s1600-h/fitness_force_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SdjxTVpbzjI/AAAAAAAAEOY/T4ZmD6WG6lQ/s400/fitness_force_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321268274268982834" /></a>I've been on antibiotics since Saturday. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Yesterday was awful...the peak...but today I feel like I've turned a corner and I'm headin back towards good health...FINALLY.</span></span> I taught the 6AM class and then went back up to workout myself. P joined me. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I wasn't too worried because it seemed very "LEG" oriented</span></span>. The problem was that J had put "braced" squats in there. I've never done these, but it's basically holding a weight out in front of yourself with locked arms and then squatting. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was very difficult to hold any significant amount of weight like that.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was tough and I grunted and groaned louder than normal, but in the end...not a single person finished faster than me.</span></span> Everyone worked hard, but honestly...no one was in the same shape I was in when they were done. I was struggling to breath...making noises I've never heard myself make. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I wondered if this heinous workout was really an April Fool's Day "joke"! It WAS really hard...but I AM proud of the effort that I put in today.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">WORKOUT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">---------------</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">25 JUMPING LUNGES</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">25 "BRACED SQUATS" (holding 10 lb plate)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">400 M RUN</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">5 ROUNDS FOR TIME (20:36)</span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-457505219593612772009-03-31T12:40:00.004-05:002009-04-05T12:54:20.754-05:00Day 557...sO siCk...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SdjtsctvqQI/AAAAAAAAEOI/_FQsBvCjxME/s1600-h/Sick5%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SdjtsctvqQI/AAAAAAAAEOI/_FQsBvCjxME/s400/Sick5%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321264307616327938" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am miserable. My nose is running...my head hurts...and I'm coughing like crazy! </span></span> I keep going...even when I'm sick...but today...I just can't. I have decided to skip working out (a painful decision). P let me sleep in. He took care of the kids and got them off to school. I would stay in bed all day, but I have a hair appointment. I am in desperate need of a highlight and I don't want to wait weeks for the next opening...so I'm goin...and then I'll grab lunch and head straight back home to bed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sdjv_MeBvXI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/0qJ-pcS41aA/s1600-h/foil_Full.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sdjv_MeBvXI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/0qJ-pcS41aA/s320/foil_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266828696206706" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">REST/SICK DAY</span></span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-88171500203982036092009-03-30T18:06:00.004-05:002009-04-05T12:37:02.861-05:00Day 556...nOt tHe bEsT cHoiCe...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SdFQ7gr0ScI/AAAAAAAAEN4/eQuGkisY2KI/s1600-h/P3290486_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SdFQ7gr0ScI/AAAAAAAAEN4/eQuGkisY2KI/s400/P3290486_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319121618217486786" /></a>I've been sick since Saturday. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I knew I should rest my body...but being the ever stubborn person that I am...I went to the gym anyway.</span></span> The workout was 10 Pullups and 10 Ring Dips for 10 rounds. I'm not as strong as the guys in the gym when it comes to Pullups, but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I decided to go ahead and give it my best shot...sick or not.</span></span><div><br /></div><div>I have to do "kipping pullups" because I can't do 100 "dead hang" pullups. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The problem is that when you hang and swing on that bar over and over and over again...it is hard on even the toughest hands. It's pretty much a guarantee that if I do upwards of 50 pullups...I'll have either painful raised calluses (if I'm lucky) or blisters or tears of some sort. Today was no exception.</span></span> On round 7, my hands were really hurting. At the end of round 9, I knew something bad was about to happen. My hands were looking really bad. I thought about stopping, but I didn't want to quit with only 10 left. I mean <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I figured, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"What's 10 more when you've already done 90?" </span></span> </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'll tell you "what it is"...It's 2 BIG, PAINFUL blood blisters...one on each hand. I was probably 2 pullups away from tearing them completely open. </span></span> There was so much pressure that everytime I would close my hands, the blisters would throb. In addition to the pain in my hands...the strain of working that hard did not do my cold any good. I was wiped out. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> It probably was not the best choice to do what I did today, but I proved to myself...once again...that I can keep going when it hurts.</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Anyone who knows the "old me"...from 5+ years ago...knows that THAT is big.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">WARMUP</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">500 M ROW</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">BURGENER WARMUP</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">PRACTICE CLEANS (85 LBS-3 REPS X 5)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">WORKOUT</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">--------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">10 PULL UPS</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">10 RING DIPS (band assisted w/ little purple band)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">10 ROUNDS FOR TIME (20:17)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-54287974827528719472009-03-29T13:55:00.002-05:002009-03-29T14:21:19.159-05:00Day 555...i gEt bY wiTh a LiL hELp fRoM mY fRieNdS...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sc_Em89VzzI/AAAAAAAAENw/zCEx7dFhfHk/s1600-h/teamwork.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sc_Em89VzzI/AAAAAAAAENw/zCEx7dFhfHk/s400/teamwork.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318685858425327410" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Yesterday, I talked about doing a team workout up at the gym.</span></span> I also mentioned that the 2 teams had very different strategies. The team that won, Team 2 had a very straightforward approach. They split the reps up equally amongst themselves. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">There's not a thing wrong with that at all.</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My team, Team 1, did things a little differently.</span></span><div><br /></div><div>My team consisted of me, Big E, and 2 new girls. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">We split it up, but rather than stopping after a certain number of reps..E and I (knowing we were the strongest on the team) did extra wherever we could.</span></span> The funny part is that we <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">didn't</span> discuss it...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the two of us just did it</span>. We didn't do it to gain an advantage. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My reasoning was very different. I was thinking about helping my "weaker" teammates...about true teamwork...not thinking about myself or how bad it hurt...but about helping someone else succeed.</span></span> </div><div><br /></div><div>My team finished about a minute after the other team, but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm proud of what we did anyway.</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I think that if more people were willing to "take one for the team"...the world would be a better place.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">REST DAY</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">*I have to clarify that when I say "weaker teammates", I don't mean to imply that these 2 people are weak. I mean they are brand new and haven't been doing this as long as E and I have. There's NOTHING weak about either of those ladies!!!</span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-13641602040481440692009-03-28T21:19:00.004-05:002009-03-28T21:52:37.992-05:00Day 554...tEaMwOrK...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sc7bBy5r-FI/AAAAAAAAENo/cKg8JqtttP0/s1600-h/1370919501_fe6932c6e2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sc7bBy5r-FI/AAAAAAAAENo/cKg8JqtttP0/s400/1370919501_fe6932c6e2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318429033861216338" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I woke up this morning with not much of a voice and a sore throat...luckily I didn't <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"feel bad"</span>...so I took a shower and got ready to head up to the gym to workout.</span></span> At least twice a month, we have <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"free Saturday workouts"</span></span> at the gym. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Usually there are more people than at "regular" classes so most of the time...we do "team" workouts...today was no exception.</span></span> J had me take everyone through the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Burgener Warm Up"</span></span> that we learned at the Olympic Lifting certification then we split up into 2 groups and got started.<div><br /></div><div>We had a certain distance that our team had to go on the Rower and 200 reps of 3 other exercises to complete. It didn't matter how we completed it or split it up, but we all had to be doing a different exercise and then rotate. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">We had very different "strategies" and in the end...J's team beat my team by about a minute. It was not an extremely high number of reps, but it was intense because there was no rest.</span></span> We just kept moving from one thing to the next to the next...racing...working towards finishing. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was a perfect example of "intensity". Even though we split up the load...it was very taxing because of the constant pace we kept without rest.</span></span> None of us wanted to let our team down so we all pushed as hard as we could. Today was really fun. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I love teamwork!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:medium;">TEAM WORKOUT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">-------------------------</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">COMPLETE ALL OF THE FOLLOWING AS A TEAM...ALL TEAM MEMBERS ARE WORKING AT THE SAME TIME, BUT CANNOT DO THE SAME EXERCISES AT THE SAME TIME...EACH HAS TO BE AT A DIFFERENT "STATION". THE WORK CAN BE DIVIDED ANY WAY THE TEAM WISHES.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">ROW 5000M</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">200 RING PUSHUPS</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">200 D-BALL SLAMS</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">200 BOX JUMPS (20 IN)</span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-45296399799064780582009-03-27T12:13:00.002-05:002009-03-28T00:55:23.093-05:00Day 553...i jUsT kEEp tRyiN tO wiN...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sc22-F5yGDI/AAAAAAAAENg/Hcuzl3mdrR8/s1600-h/winner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sc22-F5yGDI/AAAAAAAAENg/Hcuzl3mdrR8/s400/winner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318107912847104050" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I woke up at the ungodly hour of 4:30AM with a sore throat...got ready...and covered the 6AM group at the gym.</span></span> Then I went home to shuttle kids to school. Afterwards, it was back up to the gym to workout myself. My husband joined me and we did the same workout as the class. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">It was deadlifts and running...2 of my favorite things!</span></span></span><div><br /></div><div>It was a tough workout, but not anywhere near the hardest I've done. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When I was done..I was shocked to see that I had beaten the fastest time (BB) by almost a minute! </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> What?!? He's "Billy Bad A**"!!</span></span></span>! I was so excited to think that I may just be #1 today! ...and I was until the PM class came in and a guy CB beat me by a minute! Ahhhh! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That's okay...really I don't HAVE to be the "winner"...the great part is that trying to "win" pushes me further and THAT is a good thing!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">WARMUP</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">BURGENER WARMUP</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">DYNAMIC STRETCHING</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">WORKOUT</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">--------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">21 DEAD LIFTS (155 LBS)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">RUN 800 M<br />15 DEAD LIFTS (155 LBS)<br />RUN 800 M<br />9 DEAD LIFTS (155 LBS)<br />RUN 800 M<br />(17:37)<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">THEN: </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">PRACTICED HANDSTAND PUSHUPS BOTH AGAINST THE WALL AND WITH BANDS...EVEN LEARNED HOW TO GET IN A HANDSTAND WITH THE BANDS BY MYSELF! I'M GONNA GET THOSE DANG HS PUSHUPS IF IT KILLS ME!!!</span></span></span></span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-75422953322101208042009-03-26T23:53:00.000-05:002009-03-28T00:11:35.301-05:00DAY 552...sOmEtiMeS iT hUrTs...<object width="416" height="337"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFMHubhfQGfRXknRN7-cXb_t8EaBgafHGxE="><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFMHubhfQGfRXknRN7-cXb_t8EaBgafHGxE=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="416" height="337"></embed></object><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Working out hard hurts</span></span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">No one likes to hurt, but some people are willing to withstand some pain or discomfort to push themselves to excel.</span></span><br /><br />I was covering the 8:30 AM class. J did not specify what he wanted them to do, so I decided to use a workout that I programmed about a month ago. It was a cold rainy day back then and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">NO ONE</span> ever came in to the classes that day so no one got a chance to experience it but me and it was tough. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I just remember being so incredibly out of breath.</span></span> Only a couple of people came...then my husband showed up, and I decided to workout with them as well. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I felt good...strong. I beat my previous time by two minutes and I beat everyone there by several minutes as well.<br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My husband later told me that it seemed "easy" for me</span></span>. I said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Are you kidding me?!?"</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I was miserable...in real pain...out of breath...wanting to stop.</span></span> He said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Well you sure make it look easy."</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I guess I am just willing to take a little "hurt" to make myself better...stronger.</span></span><br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">WORKOUT</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">--------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 BALL TOSS</span></span> (16 LBS-THROW MED BALL IN AIR...CATCH IT AND GO DOWN INTO A SQUAT...STAND AND REPEAT</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 "8 COUNT BODYBUILDERS"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 KB SWINGS (35 LBS)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 PULLUPS</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">5 ROUNDS (26:59)</span></span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-70119914128016567282009-03-25T22:42:00.001-05:002009-03-27T23:52:50.680-05:00Day 551...a sEcReT wOrLd...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sc2eVLVlS-I/AAAAAAAAENY/OvAb4WRzSVo/s1600-h/38728361v1_350x350_Front_Color-White.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sc2eVLVlS-I/AAAAAAAAENY/OvAb4WRzSVo/s400/38728361v1_350x350_Front_Color-White.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318080821652179938" /></a>A few weeks ago a woman came in to the gym to work with J. Apparently at some point, he started telling her about me. She proceeded to say that she knows all the fit Moms in our town and that she's never heard of me. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Ummmm...what?!?!</span></span> J told me about it and was a little confused. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He jokingly said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"I don't know if there's some secret underground world of fit Moms around here or what!"</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span> I proceeded to tell him that there is not an <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"underground club"</span></span> and that she was just being a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"hater"</span></span>.<div><br /></div><div>Yesterday, he says..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">."K is comin in tomorrow at 10 to finish her classes."</span></span></span> I said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Who's K?"</span></span></span> Turns out it was<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> this</span> lady that supposedly knows every fit Mom. I said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Okay, well I won't come up because I don't wanna be in y'all's way.".</span></span></span> He said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"No...it's okay. You can workout if you want...You can come up and show off!"</span></span></span> I said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Ok."</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I went up and J introduced us. She was a bit cool, but polite. I wasn't sure what workout to do. I didn't want to do what the classes were doing because I did not want to do Thrusters...I decided to do the workout that he had done the day before. It was Squat Cleans and Rowing...not my favorite things but you can't only do what you like...so I set up the bar and got started.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Now I'm gonna sound like a real jerk here, but I can't tell you how bad I wanted to workout alongside the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Queen of Fit Moms".</span></span></span></span> I wanted to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"school"</span></span></span> her in what it really means to be a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> "Fit Mom"</span></span>. I don't wanna hurt anybody, but seriously where does she get off thinking that because SHE doesn't know me...I must NOT be fit??? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That's Grade A B***S***!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">She ended up doing very little working out (at a snail's pace I might add) and a whole lot of whining.</span></span> I ended up doing a lot of work in a short period of time and a whole lot of grunting and groaning. I don't have any anger towards this lady. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I recognize that she is not really mean...she's just doesn't understand...lots of people don't.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> I'm just glad that I do.</span></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">WORKOUT</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">--------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5 SQUAT CLEANS (95 LBS)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">250 M ROW</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5 ROUNDS</span></span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-78076997884211921992009-03-24T23:43:00.004-05:002009-03-25T08:09:30.380-05:00Day 550...mOrE...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Scm5oL2XkRI/AAAAAAAAENQ/t-eVV7KVDi0/s1600-h/fgb2_logo_300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Scm5oL2XkRI/AAAAAAAAENQ/t-eVV7KVDi0/s400/fgb2_logo_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316984935114314002" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">As I said, I was determined to do more today than I have done over the past few days.</span></span> I sat down at my computer to check out the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Navy SEALS</span></span> site, and noticed I had a message on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Facebook</span></span>. I had intended to get to the gym early, but 2 hours later and many <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Facebook</span></span> conversations later...I realized that<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> once again</span></span>, I had been sucked in to what I affectionately call <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"The Blackhole of Facebook"</span></span></span>. I finally left to tan and workout. I tanned and then my Mom called to invite me to lunch. I got ready and decided to put working out off for a few hours.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">After lunch, I changed and went up to the gym</span></span>. I haven't seen J in several days, so we chatted for about an hour before I got started with my workout. I was doing the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Navy SEALS</span></span> version of a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">CrossFit</span></span> workout called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Fight Gone Bad".</span></span> It was the same exercises, but in a different way..and it was really tough. I felt nauseous...really nauseous...close to throwing up almost the whole time! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was hard, but in the end, I felt good that I was able to push it hard today and do more than I have been able to do over the weekend.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RUN 1 MILE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">then:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">20 WALL BALLS (16 LB DYNAMAX MED BALL)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">20 SDHPs (55 LBs)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">20 BOX JUMPs (24 IN)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">20 PUSH PRESS (55 LBs)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">ROW FOR 20 CALORIES</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">4 ROUNDS (1 MIN REST BETWEEN RDS)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">then:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">200 SITUPS (100 ON GHD, 100 REGULAR)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">THEN:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RUN 1 MILE</span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-34402470171910476102009-03-23T23:31:00.001-05:002009-03-24T23:43:16.369-05:00Day 549...wOrN oUT...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Scm2V6KENvI/AAAAAAAAENI/xso-Babfh4U/s1600-h/exhausted.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Scm2V6KENvI/AAAAAAAAENI/xso-Babfh4U/s400/exhausted.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316981322592564978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I got home late Sunday from my "Sister's Roadtrip". </span></span> There was terrible traffic and construction so a 4 and a half hour drive ended up taking 7 hours! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We were up late all weekend and laughed practically continuously. I felt like I had been run over by a truck when I got up. It didn't help that I had to work at 6AM.</span></span> I covered the 6AM and 8:30 AM classes and then headed home feelin exhausted. I wanted to workout, but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I had no energy...at all.</span></span><div><br /></div><div>I took a nap and met my sis for lunch before heading back to the gym to cover classes at 4:30 and 5:30. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Once I got home, I was feeling frustrated that I had never been able to do any sort of workout. I had eaten late so I decided to go for a quick run while my family ate dinner.</span></span> It wasn't really <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"enough"</span></span> but I was glad that I at least did something! Are you noticing a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"pattern"</span></span> here? Tomorrow, I better do more!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">3.5 MILE RUN</span></span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-65810036063363506032009-03-22T22:47:00.000-05:002009-03-24T23:43:41.522-05:00Days 546..547...548..."rOaDtRiP bAbY!"...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Scmqd_wUmBI/AAAAAAAAENA/ijMkxF7BVfM/s1600-h/roadtrip.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Scmqd_wUmBI/AAAAAAAAENA/ijMkxF7BVfM/s400/roadtrip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316968267394619410" /></a>Ahhhhh! I just can't seem to stay caught up! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So...this past weekend...I took a little roadtrip with my two younger sisters.</span></span> When I got my new car...actually truck...but it's so weird to me to call it a truck..eventhough <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"technically"</span></span> that's what it is...sorry to get off subject...when I got my new VEHICLE, my sister said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Now we have to take it out on a roadtrip!"</span></span>.<div><br /></div><div>We (my sisters and I) have recently reunited with one of our cousins on Facebook. We haven't seem her for I don't know...at least 20 years...so we all (us and her) were so excited. We were also excited to see our Aunt as well. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Day 546 (Friday)...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"I am OUTTA here!"</span></span> I taught 2 classes and then me and the family met up at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">IHOP</span></span> for brunch. Afterwards, I had just enough time to shower and pack before my sisters were meetin at my house to head out. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I was a bit frustrated that I just did not have time to workout, but totally excited to spend an entire weekend with my sissies!</span></span> We had sooo much fun! I may not have done any situps, but my abs got the workout of a lifetime with all the laughing that I did. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My freakin sisters are SO funny...and get a few drinks in them and heaven help me! I was cackling ALL night long!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">REST DAY</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Day 547 (Saturday)...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Well, there was a little snafu at our hotel</span></span>. We arrived late Friday to the news that we had no room. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I nicely and calmly explained that home was 4 and a half hours away, so going home was not an option and told the girl to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"figure something out"</span></span></span>. Suddenly she came up with a room <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">(after bursting into tears...are you freakin kidding me?!?!)</span></span>. There was one little problem...we were supposed to have a room with a King size bed <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">and</span></span> a sofa sleeper...instead we got a room with no sofa..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">just ONE King size bed. </span></span> We were desperate, accepted, and all 3 got cozy when it was time for bed. I woke up to my sister S giggling. She told me that our little sis, K had just grabbed her and started snuggling and we both started laughing. K....still asleep...said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"SHHHH!"</span></span></span>. This made us laugh harder...which caused another sleeping<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> "SHHH!"</span></span></span>...louder laughter...and then K woke up.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We all went down to get breakfast and then I hit the workout room. </span></span>It was pretty pitiful. I did a lot of cardio and a few weight exercises on the machine they had there and then headed back to hurry and shower so we could meet our aunt and cousins for an early lunch. Again, we had a LONG, full day and night that we spent laughing almost continually once again. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">It was so great to reunite with our family, and it was different than normal, but I was glad that I did do something for a workout.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">30 MIN ELLIPTICAL INTERVALS</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">30 MIN RUNNING ON TREADMILL</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CABLE CURLS, LEG PRESSES, AND LAT PULL DOWNS</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DAY 548 (Sunday)...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Whoa! We were out late Saturday night! </span></span> It was about 3:30 when I went to sleep, so 8 AM came really early. Me and K went down to grab some breakfast and then I stopped by the exercise room. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">We were short on time so I promised my sisters that I would be back in 30 minutes. I wanted to workout longer but I kept my word and ran on the treadmill and then headed back to the room</span></span>. What a great weekend! I'm so lucky that my sisters are my very best friends!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">30 MIN TREADMILL RUN</span></span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-46340792688940329582009-03-20T08:17:00.004-05:002009-03-20T10:54:00.828-05:00Day 545..."fAiL!"...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/ScO3YH45ICI/AAAAAAAAEM4/L3wSeqhpAPQ/s1600-h/fail28.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/ScO3YH45ICI/AAAAAAAAEM4/L3wSeqhpAPQ/s400/fail28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315293610289733666" /></a>I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> love the guys up at the gym. They keep me laughing pretty much everyday.</span></span> When you have a group of people that are around each other all the time...there are always funny moments that result in ongoing jokes. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Two of the guys that come to the gym...BB & R...started a joke that anytime someone does something wrong...they yell<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> "FAIL!"</span></span>.</span></span> It is not mean...it's hilarious!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Today...I had a major <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"FAIL!" </span></span>moment!</span></span> I was up late last night...knowing I had to work at 6AM...knowing I should be asleep...still it was after 1AM when I finally closed my eyes. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The alarm went off and I snoozed it...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">again...and again...and again</span>. The next thing I know I am waking up to my cell phone ringing and my husband yells, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"It's 6 o'clock!"</span></span></span> It was R calling asking where I was!!!! I told him I overslept and was on my way. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">He said one word...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"FAIL!". "AHHHHH!!!!! ****!!!!! ****!!!!! ****!!!!!",</span></span> I yelled (nevermind that I had 3 sleeping kids upstairs). I was unaware that anyone else existed in the universe <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">other than</span> myself and the 4 guys standing outside a dark building at that moment!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I got there after throwing clothes on and brushing my teeth. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I was lookin all kinds of crazy I'm sure! The first word I heard was</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"FAIL!"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ha ha! </span></span> They teased me and told me that I had a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"50 burpee penalty"</span></span>. We warmed up and got started...them with their workout...me with my 50 burpees. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now I'm getting ready to pack to go out of town on an all girls weekend with my sisters to visit my cousins. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I think I'm just gonna do some cardio...if I have time...if not, I'll call it a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"FAIL!"</span></span> and move on! Nothin's gonna get me down today!</span></span> I'm headin out with my girls and we are gonna have a blast!</div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-1472816064938133322009-03-19T23:55:00.003-05:002009-03-20T00:15:00.846-05:00DAY 544...bReAkiNg dOwN...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/ScMiExDiRQI/AAAAAAAAEMw/Cvf6E3tjrC8/s1600-h/run_124952s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/ScMiExDiRQI/AAAAAAAAEMw/Cvf6E3tjrC8/s400/run_124952s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315129450510304514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I was set on doing a long, hard workout today.</span></span> My husband has taken a few days off, so I invited him to come to the gym with me. I had chosen a workout off the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Navy SEALS</span></span> site. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was called </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"100 x 6 = pain"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">...this should've been a warning to me.</span></span><div><br /></div><div>It was 100 reps of 6 exercises. I scaled it to 50 reps for my husband since he does not do this kind of workout on a regular basis. We got started and by the 2nd exercise...I knew I was in trouble. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">See...here's the thing...I don't "quit" workouts. The mental repercussions are not worth it. Today was no different. I refused to quit.</span></span> Near the end, I realized that the timer I had set was not working. That was the beginning of a downward spiral. I was so pissed. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Here I am...struggling...going as fast as I can....and now I don't even know how much time it will take me.</span></span> I threw a bit of a fit...threw the stopwatch and broke it...and then went back to working out. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I was exhausted in the truest sense of the word. I was beginning to internally question my ability to finish. I was so broken down that I burst into tears.</span></span> I let myself fall apart for a couple of minutes and then picked the bar back up and began doing Thrusters with tears running down my cheeks. I know...sounds psycho. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Within a couple of minutes, I sucked it up and stopped crying. I did eventually finish, but it was hard and it hurt.</span></span> When I completed my last rep, I fell to the floor and writhed in pain for a few minutes. It was not fun today, but I reminded myself that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">even when it seems hopeless...impossible...that I CAN finish.</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">WARMUP</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">-------------</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DYNAMIC STRETCHES AND DRILLS IN PKG LOT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"BURGENER WARMUP"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">WORKOUT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">-------------</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">100 WALL BALL (16 LB DYNAMAX)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">100 PUSHUPS</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">100 BOX JUMPS (20 IN)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">100 THRUSTERS (45 LBS)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">100 SITUPS</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">100 KB SWINGS (35 LBS)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TIME= APPROX 51 MIN</span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-46269944860541898832009-03-18T23:40:00.004-05:002009-03-19T23:55:33.655-05:00Day 543..."hiTTiNg tHe waLL" aGaiN aNd aGaiN...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/ScMft7T67yI/AAAAAAAAEMo/Z8FB6dxtBUE/s1600-h/RUN_023_Hitting_the_Wall%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/ScMft7T67yI/AAAAAAAAEMo/Z8FB6dxtBUE/s400/RUN_023_Hitting_the_Wall%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315126859103137570" /></a><div>I covered the 6AM class. Once again...only one person came. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">After I was done working, I was feeling tired and unmotivated. </span></span> I decided to do some Back Squats and then go run.<br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>From the moment I took off on the trail...I felt like I was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"hitting a wall"</span></span>...and I never seemed to get past it. I hit it...over and over and over again. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It was NOT a fun run, but in the end...I was just glad that I completed my workout and kept going eventhough it was a miserable run.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">WARMUP</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">-------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"BURGENER WARMUP"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PRACTICE SNATCHES & SPLIT JERKS</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">BACK SQUAT</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">----------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">45 LBS X 5 (WARMUP)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">65 LBS X 5</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">95 LBS X 5</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">115 LBS X 5</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">125 LBS X 5</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">130 LBS X 5 X 3</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">4.5 MILE RUN</span></span></div></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-55167813350498422912009-03-17T14:48:00.001-05:002009-03-19T23:40:05.003-05:00Day 542..."jUmP aNd LaNd!"...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/ScMdneRK3WI/AAAAAAAAEMg/jlA7HZVFiDQ/s1600-h/cfnp_pushj.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/ScMdneRK3WI/AAAAAAAAEMg/jlA7HZVFiDQ/s400/cfnp_pushj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315124549204499810" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I hate teaching the Push Jerk...I always have.</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Let me be perfectly clear.</span></span> This hatred has <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">nothing</span></span> to do with the movement itself or the people I teach it to. It also has <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">nothing</span></span> to do with how well the people I teach are able to do it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">It has to do with the fact that I never feel like I can teach this movement in a way that is not confusing.</span></span> I watch people freeze up as they over think the movement. Some people walk away after a frustrating session with J or me and STILL don't know how to do a Push Jerk "properly". So you can only imagine how stressed I was over teaching this movement to a new couple at the gym. J has been working with them and asked me to cover their last "foundations" class. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I decided to try something different. I decided that I would teach them the way we were taught this weekend at the Olympic Lifting certification. </span></span> Coach B talked about the importance of keeping teaching understandable and simple. The lightbulb came on for me. Instead of teaching these people the way I was taught and the way I have been taught to teach...instead of using terms like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"dip and drive"</span></span>...that I would use the words I heard over and over and over again this past weekend...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"jump and land"</span></span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Within 10 minutes, these two people were doing Push Jerks! I was so happy</span></span>. It is amazing how we can take seemingly complicated movements and simplify them just by using words that are understandable. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I think this was a real turning point for me as a trainer.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>As for my own workout today...I did the same workout that everyone at the gym did last night. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">t was beautiful and sunny, so it was a perfect day for an outdoor workout. I was alone, but I still set a timer and tried to go as fast and hard as possible. </span></span> It was funny because halfway through the workout, the FedEx guy that makes regular deliveries to the backroom behind us pulled in. He made his delivery back there and then did what he always does...backed out slowly as he smiles and stares...only today there was a little more. He parked his truck and walked to the opening on the passenger side..the one closest to me...and stood in the opening with his hands on either side...smiling...really big. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Hey! Can I workout with you some time?!?!"</span></span> he yelled. I was sweating...tired...and in the middle of 50 Push Presses. I turned...faked a smile...and said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Sure."</span></span>...and went right back to pressing the bar. It was interesting to say the least, but humorous too.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">In the end, my time was faster than anyone else. I was half dead...lying on the floor in a pool of my own sweat...but I was happy.</span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">WORKOUT<br />--------------<br />Row 500 M<br /><br />Tire flip down parking lot then farmer walk back holding 2- 35lb plates.<br /><br />50 Push Press 45lb barbell<br /><br />50 Ball Slams (16 lb D-ball)<br /><br />50 Broad Jumps<br /><br />50 Push Ups<br /><br />Repeat with same Row, Tire Flips, Farmer's walk, and 25 reps for second round.</span></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">FOR TIME (28:25)</span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-68270672491971178052009-03-16T23:47:00.003-05:002009-03-16T23:53:26.878-05:00Day 541...rELuCtAnT rEsT dAy...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sb8rkbYSLaI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/e3kFBUmpeQ4/s1600-h/P3150391_3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sb8rkbYSLaI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/e3kFBUmpeQ4/s400/P3150391_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314013990145371554" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I am really sore after this weekend's Olympic Lifting certification with Coach Burgener.</span></span> We spent two long days doing what Coach Burgener calls "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Drilling and Skilling"</span></span> and also practicing Olympic Lifts..over and over and over again. My knees...back...and shoulders are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">all</span></span> feelin it today. <br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I knew that I wouldn't be lifting today. My body needs a rest...but I did plan on doing cardio.</span></span> Three different times, I tried to run and three different times I was interrupted. In the end, I did not do anything. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Today ended up being a rest day. I guess I could be bummed, but the fact is...I probably needed it anyway, so I think everything turned out the way it should've.</span></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">REST DAY</span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-50540942416701018722009-03-15T23:07:00.004-05:002009-03-16T23:46:09.738-05:00Days 539 and 540...oLyMpiC LiFtiNg cErTifiCaTioN...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sb8io-PXN-I/AAAAAAAAEMA/5lpakfqTWM8/s1600-h/P3150387_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sb8io-PXN-I/AAAAAAAAEMA/5lpakfqTWM8/s400/P3150387_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314004172618020834" /></a>Well, I attended the Crossfit Olympic Lifting Certification the past two days. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I have attended other certifications...and I'm always nervous...but this was by the most nerve wracking of them all. The thing is...I have always felt fairly proficient in the movements that I was going to "learn" at the other 2 certifications. </span></span> That was not the case this time. I had <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">NEVER</span></span> really done a Snatch with a barbell...my Cleans needed <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A LOT</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>of help...and while I know how to do a Push Jerk, I had <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">NEVER</span></span> done a Split Jerk. The other part of this is that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I was scared to death of Coach Burgener</span></span>. I know that he is a great coach, but I was terrified that I would screw up and he would yell at me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sb8kb65A-DI/AAAAAAAAEMI/4tpGeBNG9ms/s1600-h/n1651451387_166470_7113572.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sb8kb65A-DI/AAAAAAAAEMI/4tpGeBNG9ms/s400/n1651451387_166470_7113572.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314006147403937842" /></a>The first day (Saturday) we spent the entire day working on the Snatch. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It was very humbling. It is so interesting how you can feel so strong in one thing at the gym and find that you are so weak in another.</span></span> Give me a barbell to bench press or deadlift any day...load it up with weight...and I can do well...but hand me a bar and tell me to snatch it (jump, land, and end holding the weight over my head down in a full squat) and I can scarcely handle a bar without any extra weight on it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">This was way out of my comfort zone, but I did practice and learn enough to feel like I can improve greatly with some practice in the gym. </span></span><br /><br />The next day (Sunday) was all about the Clean and the Split Jerk. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I recognize my weaknesses in the Clean, but I definitely felt more confident than I did about the Snatch</span></span>. At the same time, I feel like I did improve. I was shocked at how easy it was to learn to do the Split Jerk...but I think <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">the MOST shocking part of the certification was how my opinion of Coach Mike Burgener changed over the past two days.</span></span><br /><br />Coach Burgener has many years of experience. I would definitely consider him an expert in his field, and he has a talent for teaching. Was he as tough as I envisioned? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">YES! </span></span> When he asked a question, the entire class had to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">YELL</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"YES COACH!!!"</span></span></span>. When he said the word "burpee" in a sentence, we had to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">YELL</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"YAY BURPEES!!!"</span></span></span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If we did not do these things, we had to suffer what he calls<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> "motivational consequences</span>"</span></span>. In other words...we had to do burpees if even ONE of us did not comply. I went in thinking, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Why should I have to yell like I'm in the military? I'm paying 600$ to attend this certification! I should be treated with respect!"</span></span></span>. I soon realized that he was not being "disrespectful" at all. I found myself yelling without ant any reservation or embarrassment at all.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I think one of the most impressive things to me was how he was able to teach us using the simplest of terms. He made complicated movements easy to learn.</span></span> I was also impressed with his passion and the joy that it brings him when his "students" do well. This man was truly blessed with a talent and he has worked hard to use it for the betterment of others. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I enjoyed myself and learned more at this certification than I have at any of the other certifications or classes that I have attended. I feel really lucky to have learned from such a great coach.</span></span> I know without a doubt that I am a better trainer than I was before I attended this certification. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Coach Burgener changed me and I am so glad that I went.</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"YAY BURPEES!"</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-86944299526417038072009-03-13T12:41:00.001-05:002009-03-16T23:06:42.810-05:00Day 538...rECoVeRiNg fRoM rOpE bUrNs...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sb8fudXWmnI/AAAAAAAAEL4/-T59w9MzigI/s1600-h/rope_climb77.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sb8fudXWmnI/AAAAAAAAEL4/-T59w9MzigI/s400/rope_climb77.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314000968337496690" /></a>I have the Crossfit Olympic Lifting Certification tomorrow and Sunday. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I am very nervous.</span></span> I also have a couple of blisters on my fingers...a bruise on one side of my shin, and a nasty rope burn on the other side. I have decided to spend this cold rainy day doing...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">NOTHING</span></span>. I am going to "rest" in the truest sense of the word. I am laying around and trying to clear my head and let my body recuperate.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">REST DAY</span></span>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-47858603829200438862009-03-12T21:42:00.006-05:002009-03-16T23:07:27.805-05:00Day 537..."TOMMY V" wAs pRoBaBLy NOT tHe beSt cHoiCe...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SbnS9NXPPhI/AAAAAAAAELY/KqqW9b4lnng/s1600-h/P3120384.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SbnS9NXPPhI/AAAAAAAAELY/KqqW9b4lnng/s400/P3120384.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312509184461192722" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">That...is a bruise on my shin. It is hard to see in the picture, but pretty obvious in person.</span></span> It didn't happen in one single blow. It is the result of something I did...over and over and over again. I'll tell you how it happened.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SbnTuLi744I/AAAAAAAAELg/ovPZ1wnrYeE/s1600-h/P3120383.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SbnTuLi744I/AAAAAAAAELg/ovPZ1wnrYeE/s400/P3120383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510025786975106" /></a>I had all sorts of stuff goin on this morning. I took my daughter to breakfast and an orthodontist appointment, and then I jumped on my elliptical for 40 minutes before taking my Mom to lunch. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">After lunch, I drove to the gym . I was not sure what to do. I have felt a little "blah" this week, so I pulled out my "Hopper Deck"</span></span>. It's a deck of cards that has a different workout on each one. I started going through them...waiting for something to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"jump out at me".</span></span>..one did.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SbnT6lkGsdI/AAAAAAAAELo/tyH5uBbKoGI/s1600-h/tommyv.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SbnT6lkGsdI/AAAAAAAAELo/tyH5uBbKoGI/s320/tommyv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510238929629650" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">It was one of CrossFit's "hero workouts".</span></span> They are workouts dedicated to different soldiers that have died in combat or in accidents. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">This one was called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Tommy V"</span></span></span>. It is in honor of a man named Thomas Valentine. He was 37 and he died in an training accident in Arizona, on Feb. 13 2008. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The workout only includes 2 exercises...Thrusters (squat to press) and Rope Ascents (climbs). </span></span> I knew I could do the Thrusters, but climbing the rope...I knew that would be difficult to do <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">THAT</span></span> many times.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I always say that if you don't wanna do something, it probably means that you NEED to do it.</span></span> I felt better doing the Thrusters than I expected. I climbed the rope 1 time..2 times...3 times...and on. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I got to 6 and it hit me just how bad this was gonna be</span></span>. I can get up the rope now, but it took me a long time practicing before I could. I have a very specific way I get to the top. I wrap the rope around my right leg, jump up, grab the rope, and step on the top of the rope that is across my right foot with my left foot. Then, I bring my knees up and repeat. I tried to do this with my left leg to give the right side a break, but try as I might...I could not do it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I realized that I was going to have to use my right leg for ALL 27 ascents.</span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">It was so hard...exhausting...and my leg was getting sore.</span></span> On the very last one, I felt something stinging on my right shin. I lifted my pants and saw a circle of skin that had peeled of from the friction...and it hurt. I turned my leg to look at the sore spot on the inside and noticed the beginnings of a bruise. There were also 3 or 4 blisters on random fingers. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Now, I live with aches and pains and blisters and bruises all the time, but now is not the best time for that.</span></span><br /><br />J and I are going to a Crossfit Olympic lifting certification on Saturday and Sunday. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I was already nervous, but now that I have these issues...I'm really stressed about it. I immediately realized how important my decision making was today...information that would've been nice to have BEFORE I made my choice</span></span>. I'm mad at myself for not thinking ahead, but I still can't believe that I did it. 27 rope climbs! Wow...I did it!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CARDIO (IN AM)</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">--------------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">40 MIN ELLIPTICAL</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">WORKOUT (IN PM)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">------------------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"TOMMY V"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">21 THRUSTERS (65 LBS)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 ROPE ASCENTS</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 THRUSTERS (65 LBS)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">9 ROPE ASCENTS</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">9 THRUSTERS (65 LBS)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">6 ROPE ASCENTS</span></span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-32433817142434759722009-03-11T09:50:00.010-05:002009-03-11T11:04:02.204-05:00Day 536...wOrKiN oN mY 'tHuNdEr tHiGhS'...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sbfgsf6cfUI/AAAAAAAAELQ/pslXgWcIbDQ/s1600-h/thighs_ad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/Sbfgsf6cfUI/AAAAAAAAELQ/pslXgWcIbDQ/s400/thighs_ad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311961340592291138" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Are "thunder thighs" always bad?</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">In my opinion...they are NOT if they are made of muscle...if they are STRONG and POWERFUL...so I work on my legs.</span></span> So what if I can't wear jeans without "stretch"?!? So what if all my jeans are big in the waist to accommodate the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"big butt"</span> and the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"thunder thighs"</span> that I build everyday?!? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My legs are strong and that makes me happy!<br /><br />"LEGS"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">1 RM BACK SQUAT<br />45 LBS X 10 (WARMUP)<br />95 LBS X 1<br />125 LBS X 1<br />150 LBS X 1<br />170 LBS X 1 (FAIL!)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">165 lbs x 1 (FAIL!)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:medium;">I am SOOOO incredibly disappointed! The last 1RM Back Squat that I did a few weeks ago was 175 lbs! Today just wasn't my day. I realized after my 2nd "failure" that today was just NOT the day to do this, so I pulled the plug rather than keep frustrating myself. I'm done for today. :(</span><br /><br />CARDIO<br />-----------<br />30 MIN RECUMBENT BIKE<br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">*earlier this morning I did</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">100 situps</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">and</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">100 "air" squats </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">with a guy here in the gym...</span></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-50817641782227227342009-03-10T21:40:00.004-05:002009-03-11T09:54:56.480-05:00Day 535...wHat aM i LiKe 80 oR sOmEtHinG?...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SbfNpCncyaI/AAAAAAAAELA/R4_mp6N8lHs/s1600-h/hip_pain.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SbfNpCncyaI/AAAAAAAAELA/R4_mp6N8lHs/s320/hip_pain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311940390467455394" /></a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Some days I feel like I'm 80 yrs old! All the aches and pains from the torture I put my body through can start to really get annoying.</span> I've been running more with all this nice weather we've had and it's taking a toll on my hips...like it always does.<div><br /></div><div>I knew that I should lay off of anything that would incorporate my hips a lot so I just opted for an "upper body" day and nixed my plans for cardio. It wasn't very fun, but I still worked pretty hard.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"UPPER BODY STRENGTH"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BENCH PRESS</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">45 LBS X 10 (WARMUP)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">65 LBS X 5</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">85 LBS X 5</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">90 LBS X 5</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">92.2 LBS X 5 X 3</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">DROP SET (85 LBS X 5 X 2)</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MAX RING PUSHUPS (3X)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">10+11+9=30 TOTAL</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">10 SHOULDER PRESS (55 LBS)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">10 FRONT/LATERAL DB RAISE (8 LB DBs)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">3 SUPERSETS</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">10 HAMMER CURLS (2-20 LB DBs)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">10 DIPS ON PARALLETTES</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">5 SUPERSETS</span></span></div></div>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998756392701007686.post-90653788632381418302009-03-09T10:33:00.003-05:002009-03-11T09:54:37.847-05:00Day 534...tRyiNg nOt tO gEt sWaLLoWeD...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SbU3QnjfaxI/AAAAAAAAEKw/OhZka_53c04/s1600-h/tcrn210l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1p5dF-RlvY/SbU3QnjfaxI/AAAAAAAAEKw/OhZka_53c04/s400/tcrn210l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311212094188645138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes...it's hard for me to not to feel like I'm getting eaten alive by my workout.</span></span> Other times...I feel in control...and still other times I have to fight to not get swallowed up in the pain or the exhaustion of it. Today was a fight for sure.<div><br /></div><div>J asked me to program the workout for today last night. It was fairly late and I wanted to get to bed, so I hurried and put on together and then ran my idea past my husband. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"That sounds awful."</span> I was thinking...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Oh it shouldn't be too bad."</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I got to work and only one person from the 6AM crew showed up...M. M NEVER misses. M has a broken arm...one that he broke when he misses a lift at the gym and wasn't able to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"dump the weight"</span> properly...still, he has<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> never</span> missed a day. I made the comment to him, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Well looks like you're it! Too bad I don't have on tennis shoes...I'd do it with you!" </span></span></span> He quickly said,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "Do it barefoot."</span></span></span> Well that took THAT excuse away...so I quickly warmed up and we started the stopwatch.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Early on...I felt like I was struggling to keep control. I was SO out of breath...more than usual.</span></span> Doing KB swings and then Pullups after was horrible. I literally could NOT speak in between. It took everything in me to be able to catch my breath enough to jump up and grab the bar. I don't know that I always felt in control. I was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">SURE </span></span>that I would throw up at one point...but I kept going. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I figured if I could just stay ONE STEP ahead...I would be okay...and I was. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">When we were done...I was shaky...my head was splitting...and my stomach was really sick. It was a tough one</span></span>. In fact I came home..took 2 kids to school and took a 30 minute nap before taking my daughter to middle school. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I was totally worn out</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">It was tough not to let that workout get the best of me, but I fought...and in the end, I feel like I conquered.</span></span> Now..I'm off to run!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">WARMUP</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">500 M ROW</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">25 MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">10 PASSOVERS W PVC</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 OH SQUATS W PVC</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">WORKOUT</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">-------------</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 WALL BALLS (16 LB DYNAMAX)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 "8 COUNT BODYBUILDERS"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 KB SWINGS (35 LBS)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">15 PULL UPS </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">5 ROUNDS FOR TIME (28:39)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CARDIO</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">-----------</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">3 MILE "BRITTON RUN"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:small;">*If you're wondering what a "8 count bodybuilder" is...here's a demo...you can skip the "TA DA!" move at the end. :D</span></div><object width="416" height="337"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFMHubhfQGfRXiQq91VxUQZEsZBFtYXMMtw="><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFMHubhfQGfRXiQq91VxUQZEsZBFtYXMMtw=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="416" height="337"></embed></object>MChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16959161310802797907noreply@blogger.com0