Monday, March 18, 2013

It only took a year..

This weekend something bizarre and strange happened, I FELT like a runner.

Now keep in mind I have been running for a few days over a year now and just NOW on Saturday I FELT like a runner. I couldn't tell you why, however I do know, it wasn't about pace (this weekends 8k wasn't my fastest pace by any means and was only a 10 second better pace than I did the 8 miler back in September. 

On Saturday I participated in the annual Kelly's 8k Running of the Leprechaun's, this was my and Amanda's organized runiversary, so we have been excited about it. (kinda) My running has been so off since the groin muscle pull and the decision to run the OBX half knowing I was injured that I thought I would never get it back again. My pace has been slow, my soleus muscles have hated me, and I just all around felt like a fat blob attempting to do something I had no business doing. I have felt this way for weeks.

Last week, I don't recall the day exactly, I found out there was a possibility of me running a long distance this weekend that I wasn't feeling trained for, I took it for what it was and figured I wouldn't really be running it. I believed I wouldn't be running it until 5:45 pm Saturday night.. it took a full 15 minutes for the "OH Crap.. I am running it" to sink in from when I was told at 5:30 pm. That was about the same time I ordered the wine I might add. Either way you needed to know that for the rest of the story. I was already signed up for the 8K on Saturday and I had run a few evening runs with Bootcamp and went to Tuesday and Thursday bootcamp, the week was back and forth with the soleus pain and I had one really decent run, but the rest of the days the legs didn't like me so much. So I wasn't prepared to do much at the 8k and because of the looming possibility of the long run on Sunday,  I had made up my mind I was going to run a 12 minute pace if I even hit that. I was thinking more of a 12:30 because that had been about all I could manage the last few weeks.

Saturday morning the alarm clock went off and I performed the morning ritual of getting on my feet and seeing what exactly was in pain (happens a lot around here) and oddly enough not much hurt. Ok.. interesting. Walked the pup, had my coffee, ate some kind of Kellogg's protein bar thing, downed some water, and then took my "please don't let me cramp up and die pills" aka 3 advil, 1 Vitamin D and 1 Potassium, and waited on my ride. When I got to the parking lot I thought a lot about the previous year, how it felt to have Doug Meekins recording the beginning of the race (and look at him now.. he came in at an amazing time), how it felt to be running with Amanda and Laura, and how I was missing Laura, how the building we went to last year was no longer there.. lots of emotions and thoughts. There were plenty of hugs all around, Doug, Lindsey, Terry, Elly, Melissa, Todd, Shane, Karen.. that is just to mention the few I can think of off the top of my head, have I mentioned I LOVE hugs. I was a little nervous getting started and told Amanda.. sllllooooowww and easy, that is how this was going to go.. slloooooowwwww and easy.

Lindsey snapped this... what a perfect pic.. me being stupid and Amanda laughing at me LOL typical
Three, Two, One.. LEPRECHAUN and we were off.. up that first hill, then the turn into the woods (woot woot I love the woods) up and down the hills and turn here and turn there and bing bang boom.. DONE! Seriously that is how it seemed, in no time we were done. Amanda and I coughed through the whole run, her due to a cold, me because I am trying really hard to learn how not to spit the whole time I am running. About half way through the run, Amanda says "Wow we are going a lot faster than last year" Pfft.. not really. I was watching the Garmin and at one point I told Amanda we are going to fast.. this wasn't the plan, not even CLOSE to the plan. Ok, we have to slow down a tad because of what may or may not happen on Sunday. (that didn't happen.. every time I tried to slow down it didn't feel right so I just kept on but I didn't push at all, just ran the feel good run). I was incredibly happy with my time in the end, came in with a pace under 11... 10:59 to be exact but it was under 11. After more hugs at the end from Franco, Leslie, Sandy, Sophie, Bertie.. and more and more it was time to grab some food.. off to Jolly's we went! While it is not the place where I would choose to spend for a Saturday night nice dinner, post race breakfast they ROCK! Spent some quality time with good friends and discussed plans for the day with Amy.

After breakfast it was time to throw everything together to head to VA Beach to cheer on Outer Banks Bootcampers in the half and full Shamrock Marathons. Amanda, Amy and I all took off on our little weekend get away. I felt Amy was surprisingly calm,  I think I would have eaten my fingers off if someone told me I was running 26.2 miles, but she had trained hard and well for this event and was ready, that is the key to all, training and being ready. The expo was pretty packed, maybe something else was going on at the Convention center but there were a LOT cars. (this is getting boring.. we did the expo, we checked in the hotel, we went to dinner) This is where things get interesting. I was then informed I was running the half marathon the next day. Oh crap. Ok.. I am not ready.. Wine PLEASE!

I don't know why I felt like I hadn't trained for this thing, I have been training for this thing for over a year non stop, even when injured I wouldn't stop, slow down for a week or two but never stop. I was oddly calm actually, I suppose because I felt like there was no pressure as I hadn't really trained for it, and no one other than a select hand full of people knew I was actually running it. I was a tiny bit concerned as to how my legs were going to act Saturday night and Sunday morning, but there was nothing to be concerned about, they were fine. They didn't even sparkle! (that is how I describe what it feels like.. sparkling electricity like). Yesterday morning I felt great when I got up, I was dressed and out the door to McDonald's for a cup of coffee and my morning don't cramp up and die pills and at the start line by 6:30 am. It was cold VERY VERY COLD. I am so grateful to my friend Vicki for allowing me to borrow her long sleeve tech shirt it was the PERFECT attire, had I not had it I don't think I would have performed as well. Keeping my gloves with me was another plus. I won't bore you with mile to mile detail of my run, but my coaches always preach, start of slow.. if you think you are going slow.. go SLOWER, I took off and glanced at my Garmin.. 11:30 pace.. that's not slow.. slow down. Run run run.. glance.. 11:04 THAT IS DEF NOT SLOW... SLOW DOWN.. run run run 10:47.. screw it just run it will figure it self out. I pretty much attempted to keep myself between 11 and 11:30 after that, mile 3 was odd and apparently I slowed WAY... (OH WAIT I know what happened there I just remembered, that was my shift mile, I had to take off my gloves, adjust my clothes, store the gloves, water station.. now that makes sense, I didn't walk but I was going really really slow.) Either way, my run ended up averaging at right around 11:30 pace and I finished right under the 2:30 time frame!

I have NO IDEA where that performance came from but it did and it felt GREAT. It wasn't a matter of pushing through it or try harder, I just had a feel good run! I am so incredibly happy about my how I did. Some things I noticed over the weekend, my arms don't get tired if I hold the ski poles, it is impossible to slouch your shoulders or stiffen them up to your ears if you swing them correctly, not spitting is really hard for me but I made it all 13 without spitting once, (Matt Costa would be so proud), I have been trained by my coaches, Matt, Adam, Todd and Jay incredibly well, if I glance down while running I instantly feel the difference in my breathing and know I need to look up, I might still be slow but that doesn't mean you don't feel like a runner!

I am sad for my friend who couldn't run but injuries are nothing to play with (hence why 6 months later I am just feeling good while running) and she has some major runs coming up and the decision has been made that we will be running the Shamrock Half together next year and I already can't wait! I love you sweetheart and we have many many more to run together in our future. I hope I honored your Daddy well.

Ok enough.. I finished, I did well, and I can't wait for the next one. Major congratualtions need to be sent to Amy Strader, Mike Slaughter, Miriam Moore, Melissa Mattingly, and Todd Parks for completing the full marathon yesterday in AMAZING time! They all looked strong and happy at the finish (some other poor peopled looked like I would have had I attempted it.. like they wanted to be shot on the spot) I am proud and honored to have been able to see each of you finish yesterday. Also congrats on the half finish to BJ McAvoy, Kathy Wood and her hubby, Franco Mineo, James and Robyn Callis (I hope I didn't forget anyone).

WHAT A GREAT WEEKEND!

Oh yea and I bought this!

Much Love to All,


Re

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Foster Faulkner's Newest Team Member...

Just kidding! Although it would be a good idea to find some kind of sponsor.

So if any of you want an over weight chick who happens to have decided that running is what she wants to do (don't ask me why I don't have the slightest clue) to wear your business logo on me when I run.. I will gladly do so, I have a large frame I can find somewhere to stick it.

All of this came about in a conversation with my Daddy..

So I told my sweet loving supporting daddy about signing up for 7 half marathons... he said and I quote "You need to find a sponsor so it doesn't cost you so much" My response was to laugh and say "WHO do you think will sponsor ME?" I should not have asked... he says... "Oh I don't know the funeral home maybe?"

Maybe I need to be the poster child of it doesn't matter if you're chubby you can still run and not die.

Who knows, I am cold and tired and don't know what I am talking about at the moment.

PS.. the chest area is reserved for Outer Banks Bootcamps so if you really wanted a spot the best I have left is a thigh or a butt cheek.

Boot Camp Recap.
Last Wednesday the Dunes of Hell aka Jockey's Ridge with the newly crowned Captain Todd Parks. I will say that is a much deserved ranking he did an amazing job with the night campers this winter. Always encouraging you to put your best effort out there. And come on, any man who doesn't completely die laughing at the chick who is close to becoming a homicidal maniac on a mail box deserves a huge reward. Jockey's Ridge is always tough and with the soleus thing going on I took it easy up hill, but just trudged along and made it through. That is what matters to me, finishing I don't care where just as long as I gave it all I had and finished.

This Monday night we were back at the gym, for some running and conditioning exercises. Since I have decide to do these 7 half marathons this year I do need to focus solely on running, while the other things I do for fitness are fun they can't come first, running has to and the exercises that can help me become a better runner. (if these guys can turn this chick into a runner they are miracle workers) Adam gave me some tips on cores exercises, and lunges, and twists and what not. He also gave me the biggest tip of all, don't do it FAST do it RIGHT, the team will wait. I had to do that today on the field doing lunges, I knew I was getting behind and I STAYED behind and I did each of those lunges deep and correctly. I wanted to add in the twist but that wouldn't be fair. We ran the bike path hill and considerable amount of times (ok it was probably only 3 but it felt like more lol) The night ended with the biggest bootcamp log and a series of exercises, the last one being where I was the weakest link (yes I can say that because I was called that) anyway picture this.. 10 foot log.. 6 bodies 1 of which is twice the size as the other 5. I still felt that log doing sit ups this morning.. Sorry team but at sit up 20 I was out of breath! We are supposed to breath in on the down.. well I would and then POFFFFFF! the log would smoosh me and I didn't have anything for the up. It was pathetic. But in case this was confusing I drew you are visual. Everyone needs visuals now and then right?

Anyway the night ended with me huffing and puffing so all in all it was good.

Next up Tuesday morning! You heard right Tuesday morning. Spring training has begun for the Flying Pirate. These are morning camps so I am having to get used to the alarm at 430 am again, but it won't take long. First day, 4 mile run. I was slow but steady. Matt has thrown a curve ball at us and is now offering two a day's in that every night we have a chance to run  3 or 4 or 28904 miles, again I showed up and put in another 4. Slow and Steady. I am striving for Medium and Steady, but also attempting not to over train.

Wednesday was a bust due to Mother Nature thanks a lot you old witch. Graduation from Night Camp is now on Monday. I still think my idea of climbing the monument and the last one blown off being the honor graduate was a good idea, I mean I was a shoo in, nothing is blowing this frame anywhere. Oh well maybe next time.

And finally this morning.. track day, or so I thought. After a sleepless night due to wind, rain and random objects pelting my house the alarm went off and I just laid there. "Nope I am not going... this is crazy, night camp was cancelled, why are we morning camping, it is still blowing, is it still raining?? I pay for this? Why do I do this?? I haven't slept you aren't supposed to train with no sleep!  Nope not going... sigh stop making excuses.. lets go." I got up walked the pup, who by the way was none to happy with my getting up that time of morning and off I went. Turned out to be a fun morning of running all over the school yard, kinda felt like I was 10 again. It is nice being with a group that I can pace with and not feeling like I am holding anyone back, if I need to slow down a bit I can, if I can run ahead I can, its a good feeling. There are still a few things that my right leg HATES me to do, push ups on my toes, burpees (lord help me at the Spartan) anything that really requires my toes to be bent and pushing backwards toward my heal, I get that "cramp" when I do them. It is getting better, it used to be I couldn't even maintain the position, now I can for awhile. I made certain that the exercises I performed I did correctly and while they may have been a bit slower, they were right and that is where the pay off comes from. Track day and not once did we touch the track kinda cool stuff!

It was however the dirtiest I have ever gotten at bootcamp (discounting sand because that isn't dirt that is sand) quite funny. My poor pants...

So there ya have it.. 7 half marathons this year, signed up, locked loaded and must do.
Foster Faulkner here I come!

Much Love to All,
Re



Tuesday, February 26, 2013

One Fox, Two Peacocks and a Chupacabra

Last night was a bit different that any other Bootcamp that I have attended, in that it was the most brutal! The story needs to be told, but first some prelim.

When I got to the gym it was weigh in night for me, yes I hate weighing in at night, yes I hate weighing in with clothes, but I also like my morning sleeps this time of year and the gym prefers that I keep covered (something about law suits and blindness.. I don't know) so alas on the scale at 5 pm with clothes on I went. It was up by 2.4 pounds from last week. I, of course, cussed the scale, threw it through the window, and stormed out of the gym. (ok what I really did was text Matt saying that I hated the freaking thing.. see I didn't even really cuss, some times fiction is just funnier) I didn't realize at this point he was on his way in and when we talked he said it could be a number of things, water, salt, time of day, different clothes... lots of scenarios. Last night after he looked at my journal there are a few things that I can tweak a bit, cut out the bread (I use whole wheat sandwich rounds) and the almond milk, apparently it isn't always about the calories, but what KIND of calories. Ok enough of that and lets get on to the good stuff.

As I said, The General was at the gym and suited up, I kept a mindful eye on the parking lot and noticed rather quickly that Adam and Todd were both late, which I might add is a rare occurance. There was some chit chatting and hellos and OMGs it's colds going on with our tiny little bootcamp group at the beginning of the night. Our group consisted of Mike, JD, Cory, Micah, Stacey and myself.. in and out the gym we went trying to stay slightly warm, silently wishing that Adam would show up and say "Ok get up stairs we are in the building tonight"! There are a couple of things that one must know about bootcamp before I go on,

1. Whatever you wish for, the opposite will happen
2. If you speak aloud your most brutal bootcamp, it will be trumped

I made both of these fatal errors last night. You already know I was wishing for inside work as it was 36 degrees and falling (not to mention the head wind already felt like 31 and the sun was still up). My other mistake was verbalizing that my most brutal bootcamp was the 10 night of the 8-9-10 challenge and that I had no desire to do it again. Or maybe I said it was the 8 (which was really like 11 but never mind that) the brutal point was running in the dark, alone, because I was so far behind. It is easy to mentally defeat yourself when you are alone. Keep this in mind as I tell the rest of the story please.

I was standing in the gym with Micah and Stacey chatting when Matt walks up and says don't worry about the scale I am getting ready to work it off of you right now and he doesn't walk out the door, he doesn't stroll out the door, dude RUNS out the door and then immediately says.. "LET'S GO" umm what wait no niceties.. no hi's how are ya'll.. no warnings of impeding death... just "LET'S GO". Also I might mention here that neither Adam or Todd were anywhere to be seen (I hope they aren't sick or something). On the way out of the parking lot a fellow camper said "This can't be good" my only response was "Nope probably not".

As many of you know I have been battling my legs in that I continuously injure them from trying to go to far to fast, by far I don't necessarily mean distance but speed, exercise type, that kind of thing and have had to resign myself to running really slowly or it is just going to happen again until I can get them completely healed and stronger, so it wasn't long before everyone was WAY ahead of me last night because what we were doing, running, and from the looks of things from the start The General had no ideas of stopping.. anywhere. We ran and we turned here and we ran and we turned there and we ran and we turned again... you get the picture right. It didn't take me long to wonder, how will I know which way to go at the cross roads, then I thought well maybe I can say I didn't know which way you went so I went to back to the gym.. hahahahahahaaha I should have known better. Matt wasn't going to leave me out there alone but so long, and at each cross roads he had the team wait on me. (humiliating on one hand.. giving them a break on the other .. silver linings right??) I will also point out here that being the last one in.. that means no breaks, about the time I would catch up OFF they went, which was probably better for me because the couple of times I did have to stop (cross streets and such it was a bit painful to restart). We ran and we ran and we ran and it was getting darker and darker and darker and I thought to myself, there is no way on Earth I am going to make it to church on time.

I did see some interesting things last night, a peacock in a tree that sat there mocking me, it actually asked who I thought I was trying to have peacock hair, I laughed at it and responded with how do you know you don't have Re hair, it was still pondering that as I ran off. Another peacock that chased me down the road, I think one peacock called the other saying that a crazy peacock lady was on the way and I needed chasing, or maybe it wanted my number I don't know. Then there was the Chupacabra in the woods, while I was in the dark on the bike path on Woods road, up in one of the twisty parts that has the real road blocked a bit. I knew it was going to kill me so I ran faster. Chances are it was a squirrel but it really sounded like the Chupacabra at the time. A fox, yes I saw a fox, there are hundreds of them on the beach, this one was either rabid and slightly stupid, very friendly and tame, or new that I couldn't possibly do it any harm at the snails pace I was running as it just kinda hung out and watched me a minute then just eased across the road like I was nothing more than something to be ignored. And last but not least the seagull that past me on the beach (yes I said beach I am getting to that) I wasn't going down without a fight so I caught up to that mangy seagull (do seagulls get mangy) and past it back and I didn't let it catch me again! Did I mention the seagull was also dead? What an animal packed adventure it was!

Now back to the running part, (I needed a break from typing about it I was getting tired) on Woods Road I knew it was getting late, I knew we weren't going to make it back to the gym by 6:45 if we turned around right then, I also knew that we wouldn't make it back by 6:45 if we ran straight down beach road. Close to the end of Woods Road I was doing a lot of time calculating, mileage calculating, and well, life calculating because I really thought I may die. I also, during this stretch of run, KNEW where Todd and Adam were and why no one said why they weren't there. This was all a big joke and Matt had them waiting on us at Kitty Hawk Elementary... we got there.. no Todd and Adam. Oh wait we haven't quite gone 5 miles yet, they are at the Food Lion.. no Todd and Adam. Oh maybe he has them at Handy Hugo's.. NO TODD OR ADAM! PS. I cussed you both. Now keep in mind up until this part it was running, running and more running and my slow legs were tolerating the over all beating rather well. No serious pain, no need to walk, no tears, no homicidal thoughts toward mail boxes, while the humiliation of going so slow was there there was some triumph in the fact that I was in fact still going!

When I made it to Handy Hugo's the team was in the parking lot and Matt was missing, I immediately inquired as to where he was, in hopes he was calling us all a cab. Someone speculated that he went in for hot chocolate, my guess is because he was cold from standing there waiting on me. I knew at this point where I was and that we were running back down beach road to the gym and that we had roughly 3 miles to go to get there. I mentally told myself .. you got this just keep at your slow pace and you will finish. Again we got the Matt "LET'S GO" and off he went towards Beach Road.. SCCRRREEEEEEEAAAAACCCCCCCCHHHHH! HE MADE A HARD LEFT.. NO NO NO WHAT THE HELL MATT NO YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GO STRAIGHT THE ROAD IS STRAIGHT.. THERE IS NOTHING TO THE LEFT.. NO NO NO OMG I AM DEAD! (side note I am thankful now that at the time I was way to tired to actually scream because I am sure my team mates would not have known what to do with me if I had a mental break down and that was all in my head.. I think) We actually went to the beach, where at the pier Matt says.. to Black Pelican. Which means that the 3 miles home were all going to be ON THE BEACH.

The sand was loose in most places, uneven in a lot, and none existent in others. I knew it was going to take me a LONG time to get back to the gym this way, but trudging along was all I could do. I ran (or jogged it if you will) for as long as I could and my legs just couldn't take it, they were toast so I fast walked. Thankfully Cory waited on me to catch up at one point and we stuck together the rest of the way in. Even after I begged him to take the road the rest of the way because of his knee, he stayed right there on the beach and along we went. We would run a little, walk a little and slowly but surely we were getting closer. There was a time or two that I lied and said we didn't have much farther to go and I think he quit believing me at one point so I fessed up and said "Yea I know where we are.. it's a lot farther" (Sisper we had just passed the white house with yellow shutters that Brandi swims to!) Some how we both ended up with wet feet, and I managed to end up wet up to my knees, but we kept going. I am grateful he didn't leave me out there because I think I would have broken and just sat down on the sand and cried. (if I could have found enough to sit on)

FINALLY up in the distance I see the house in the ocean, you know the one, the one that means we are REALLY REALLY CLOSE. I told Cory we just have to make it to that house and it isn't even a half a mile away. He mumbled "yea right" (I think I cried wolf too much for him) I said no "Dude seriously this is the house we run to when we are boxing on the beach for warm up.. we don't have much farther" I think he responded with a "uh ha" which said.. "Lady if you don't shut up I am going to throw you completely in the ocean and let the Orca Matt was talking about eat you" I stopped talking.  Around the house we went and I knew we were close.. so close I could taste it. I kept looking for the access, in the dark and since the storms it looks so different I wasn't sure where to go then all of a sudden like a great Indian Chief my fearless leader appears on top of the dune! "Look Cory! There's Matt! Do you see Matt? He's right there! I told you we didn't have much farther to go!" I believe he mumbled that he didn't see nothing as he was shoving me in the ocean but I wasn't so sure over the sound of water rushing around my ears.

Matt met us at the top of that little dune and told us that we had done a good job and all I could utter was that it was brutal. This was all well and good but guess who still had a good half a mile to get back to the gym. US! GUESS how we were getting back there.. RUNNING! Off we went again, and as much pain and torture we had put our bodies through to get to that point I have to say that neither of us walked a step on the way back to the gym and straight to the door we ran. It was slow, it took a long time for me, some of my team mates waited around lots longer than I wish that had to, but each and every one of us completed last night. For that I think we did amazing!

I do also have to say that Cory got me through last night, between the coming backs, the waiting, and the just staying on the beach instead of taking the road, the man deserves a medal! (even if he did call me delusional) I will get him one if he doesn't kill me for writing this blog (keep in mind people that sometimes fiction is funnier than the truth.. I will leave it to you to decide what's what)

GREAT JOB TO ALL THE NIGHT CAMPERS.. LOVE YOU ALL!
Much Love
Re

PS.. I can walk today and actually pretty much pain free! That in itself is a HUGE thing.


Thursday, February 21, 2013

It's a bird.. It's a plane.. It's a flying whale???

Thanks to Leslie we have a visual of what we did in bootcamp last night, even though she did it this morning not that timing matters, the important part is the Flying Whale! Ok not really, the important part is that we did it! The Flying Whale part is just a fun little fact that Leslie pointed out. See the monument circle it looks like a Flying Whale. Maybe we can have Matt call this particular work out the Flying Whale from now on, it will make it sound less brutal that it really is.

The evening started with us meeting behind the monument at the airport parking lot and there was speculation that the reason for different parking was because we were going to be so brutalized on the monument they did not want us crawling across the road to get back to our cars at Aviation Park. Things didn't really happen that way. I was really happy to be back out in the open with my team and we all greeted each other cheerfully and did a warm up stretch or two.

Matt led the troops last night, and we took off at a nice slower pace a lap around the monument and then up we went. I was very grateful for the slow pace even though I still fell behind farther than the rest I knew I was doing the right thing for my legs. Starting VERY VERY slowly until warm up is a MUST or they just begin to cramp or pull again. I will admit I was slightly concerned for the monument as all the research I had done pointed to "up hills" being a major contributor to soleus muscle pain. That first trip up I took it slower than slow and I made it up, the second, third and forth trips up were equally as slow and by the second trip up I had to really pay attention to my foot fall as it was beginning to cramp. I did something that I rarely do.. I listened to my body and heard it say "Hold on there Lucy.. even this out, take your time, you KNOW what will happen next if you push it." (side note: I don't know why I call myself Lucy sometimes but I do) On one of the trips I caught Adam's attention and just said "Cramping" and got the "acknowledgement nod". The "acknowledgement nod" is a crucial thing for me sometimes, because the opposite of this is the "Excuse head shake" which means shut up and do more, try harder, you aren't giving it your all, and me being me, I would have pushed until I was in a pile of pain again. I really have to stop doing that or I am just going to continue to spin my wheels.

While we were up on the monument we performed the Flying Whale, it was a matter of going down each side, East, West and North, then back up and performing a series of one legged box jumps which this white girl with no rhythm never mastered and 20 squats. I really paid attention to detail on the squats and held my head and chest up. I know that because today I feel it! After we all completed the task.. (many thanks to Jamie for being there by me and getting me up and down that hill all three times) The General led us down the hell (yes that is a typo but I decided it was fitting and left it) and across the street towards Aviation park, I managed to stay closer to the group until we were across the road but then realized I was starting to cramp so I held back and walked a bit and took the time to take my sweat shirt off.. it was HOT! We were on our way to the track so I ran a bit and walked a bit until I made it over. I would apologize for being last in but it seemed that the team was taking a welcomed break until I made it to them :) At the track we ran 100's, 200's and a 400 that I was more than grateful to make it around the track for, seriously by that point I was pooped.

While those laps are not my favorite thing prior to, or during, I always look back and realize I did learn something and I actually enjoy track time. Last night was no exception, I learned I had more sprint in me at the end than I was putting out. I know what held me back, fear. I need to learn how to pick the wheels up that last quarter and not be afraid of a flat tire when relanding. I will get there. I also worked really hard on keeping my head up and holding ski poles last night, yes I did see a difference, and it is something that I have to work on because the movement itself is different on my shoulders. I didn't realize I was actually doing the across the body arm swing until Adam physically held my arms straight. The imaginary ski poles did end up helping me through out the night, on a number of occasions I caught myself needing to visualize them in my hands.

After all the track work it was time to head back to the parking lot where I did indeed want to crawl to, but I didn't. I ran most of the way back with the exception of one little pit stop to check on a fellow cramper.. there I go with the typos again but it is fitting as well.. CAMPER! All in all it was a great night, I came home nice and sore from the goodness of a well rounded work out but without the need to attempt to chop my legs off at the knees.  I woke up this morning and walked the dog without limping down the stairs but with the satisfaction of the burn in my thighs. This is the feeling I want to maintain, success without injury, workout without defeat, soreness without pain. I am working towards it more and more every day and my journey will continue. I still say 2013 is going to be MY year! The year of Re!

There was one tiny downside to yesterday, by the time I got home the shrimp salad I had waiting for me did nothing more than turn my stomach. I had a protein shake with some fruit and almond milk instead, which dropped my calories way too low because I missed an entire meal yesterday. I need to study and figure how to swap things around on bootcamp nights or kickboxing nights as eating is just not something I care to do afterwards. This is the second time this week this has happened, Monday was also the same, I had my turkey burger waiting so I could have it on the way to church and I only managed to get two bites down. Any suggestions on this subject are greatly appreciated!

Hope you all are having a wonderful wonderful day!
Much Love
Re
15.23.14.9.20.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The voice of experience...

because lets face it, reason is not my strong suit.

So I saw on Facebook yesterday the Outer Banks Bootcamp's Flying Pirate Training event pop up and memories of last year flashed through my brain like I have heard happens moments before your death.  (not that I have talked to anyone that has actually died but .. oh never mind) Just fleeting thoughts of struggles, failures, triumphs, and over all success. It dawned on me that there are others out there on the fence about their first half marathon and if they should try.

The easy answer to that is YES YOU SHOULD TRY. What exactly is holding you back? Fear??

What do you have to be afraid of? You can already run, most of you that I am talking to have already completed 5k and 8ks! The day I showed up for my first training for the Flying Pirate last year I could run, I certainly could, I owned that whole minute I could run. Yes you read that right ONE MINUTE! That was as far as I had ever run before in my life. The rest of the story of that first day can be found here.. The first day, it's an unbelievable story... even to me who lived it.

Today I wanted to knock you off the fence and over the dark side of running half marathons because I too need to devote my time and attention to completing the same task. I have decided to run five half marathons this year and the first is barreling down on me like a freight train loaded with pig poop. (don't ask I don't know either). Anyhoo I thought I would relay a little bit of my experience to you in hopes to help and maybe derail some fears.

1. You CAN do this. If you can run a 5k now, you can run 13.1 then.. and I did say RUN, not walk and run, but run.
2. You don't have to be fast.. you just have to go and not stop.. that easy.
3. It takes dedication, and by that I mean dedication to yourself, something I lost after the first half and am working on getting back.
4. Trust your coaches, they know what they are doing, even when you don't think you can, they know you can and will show you the way. They won't do the work for you but they will point you on the right path.
5. Stop drinking if that is your thing... TRUST ME.. I didn't listen it made it rough. I am not saying tetotal it.. I am saying drink a glass of wine a week not 6 or 7 bottles.. hey don't judge.
6. Show up for ALL training, Friday and Sunday included. They are IMPORTANT! You can not skip Sunday's. If you miss Sunday's you must be mentally prepared to run the long distances alone. (I can't do this my brain doesn't work that way)
7. If you get a blister, fix it, try everything to fix it, if you can't fix it, keep running, nothing bad will happen, your foot will just half rot off and you will get a staph infection that requires multiple shots in the ass but you won't die. Ok wait that isn't what you should do that is what I did and no one should do the things I do.. well not the stupid stuff anyway. Fix it! That is the bottom line FIX IT! They make stuff, find what works for you quickly. I recommend mole skin, neosporin, and the glueless gauze.
8. Cut the crap, eat for your run, your body will thank you. Mine still hates me for what I haven't done correctly I am working on it.
9. 8 will help in losing some extra pounds if you have extra pounds, again your body will thank you,  you know how we run with those 10 lb weights in bootcamp and we are soooooo happy when we get to put them down. Try it with 50 extra, it is painful. My knees are also still plotting my death. I have vowed to them that this year will be better. I mean you can't lie to your own knees right.
10. TRAIN WITH GELS. Do not .. I repeat DO NOT try them for the first time 5 miles from your car. It is not pretty and you will have to have someone come pick you up in a school parking lot and your coach will call you an hour later worried because you never made it back and you will have to fess up that you nearly crapped yourself. For the love of Betsy do NOT try them for the first time during your half marathon, you will find yourself in one of those long porta potty lines. PS after the first time it doesn't happen again.
11. Don't over train it gets you no where, I have a repeat offender of this and quite honestly have to fix it. What happens if you over train, you spend a year spinning your feet. Welcome to my world. I am no more ready for a half marathon today than I was a year ago, physically that is.
12. Appreciate your trainers and those that run beside you for weeks on end.. Christine I still love you!!!
13. Last but not least! Believe in yourself! Have faith in yourself! Strive for your Goals!

So now that you have my 13 rules of first time or third time marathon running, get your hiney off the fence and come have fun! I look forward to this journey again and I really hope to see some new faces crossing that half marathon finish line. Errrrhmmmmm Elly.. Amanda..Thuy not to be naming any names here.

Much Love to all
15.23.14.9.20.
Re

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Woot Woot .. I'mmmm Baaccccckkkk

Said in a sing songy dance on the tables voice, not a Johnny I am bashing down your door with an axe voice, unless you don't like me then read it the other way, because really, if you don't like me WHY ARE YOU READING MY BLOG!

Sorry, the meds haven't kicked in yet apparently.

Anyhoo, as you have noticed, or maybe not noticed, I haven't written a blog in a few weeks and the reason for that is because I have been in the deep dark pit of aggravation known as I hurt myself again and I couldn't bootcamp so I hated the world. Ok, not the world just my lower legs, who in turn hated me for hurting them because I am an idiot who doesn't listen.

I rested my legs as told, and did upper body work, then my body decided to revolt all together and shut me down for a couple of days with some kind of horrid stomach virus, so COMPLETE rest was what I needed and it is what I took. Late last week I realized that 1. my legs were no longer hurting while walking down the stairs, 2. I was feeling like myself again not some half dead creature from the Walking Dead and 3. I wanted to run! So on Saturday morning I took a little test run and there was no pain at all. Just a little twinging after I stopped but nothing beyond normal, I am just really slow and that is what I have to resign myself too until I can pick up my pace GRADUALLY! I say that in big letters because I have a habit of not listening to my body and going faster than GRADUALLY and then end up in the deep dark place of no bootcamp.

Yesterday morning I was given the go ahead to rejoin my team last night at Knuckle Up for camp, I spent the day going through bouts of fear and happy dancing. Don't judge it's what I do. I showed up ready to roll and found that we were doing a considerable amount of strength work, which had me doing more little happy dances because I actually knew I could do this. What I didn't account for was that I apparently don't work my shoulders quite enough and they wore out long before my arms did. The 10lb weights didn't feel like much to my arms but my shoulders were just plain tired. Between sets of weights and other exercises we would run around the buildings, that I could totally handle! Not once did I feel like I was holding my team back or hindering anyone elses work out. IT WAS FANTASTIC! Well the little wheelie thing wasn't what I would call fantastic, that was more like... I don't know what that was like... a broken nose waiting to happen I think. I will say that Cory rocked that wheelie thing like a rock star! All in all, it was a heck of a work out and I enjoyed every minute of it and loved being back with the group!

I also started a eating healthy plan last week which happened to coincide with the stomach virus so I suppose that kicked it off for me in a way that was unexpected, yesterday was weigh in day for week one. I was scared of stepping on that scale as my journal was a flat out DISASTER due to the virus, then the fact that I have an issue of not eating when I am consumed in something like, cleaning. I go hours and hours and hours without eating. But I did step on it, and it was down 7 lbs. SEVEN FREAKING POUNDS. I do have to mention that I did not drink wine all week, so if this post seems shady and out of sorts, this is just how my sober brain works. I always said my sober thoughts were much more frightening than my alcohol induced ones. Like, this one, do you think those birds the people are watching really want people watching them?? WHO thinks about crap like that? Me that's who. Either way I do have to tell Adam and Matt they were both right, and I should have listened months and months ago, and left the wine alone for awhile. Can't wait to see what happens in week two.

Ok that is enough rambling, hope you all have a great Tuesday!
Much Love
15.23.14.9.20.
Re


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Obsessed.. Really??

Last night in discussing how my legs still hurt when running and last night was one of the worst times yet (why because I don't listen to myself or anyone else and I TRY to keep going even though I know that the only way the pain will subside is to walk until it eases out) and that it just wasn't getting better and appeared more to be getting worse.. I was told I was obsessed with this whole weight loss thing. When I inquired as to what that meant, I was informed that the post about the scale, the food, the races, workout was obsessive.

My first thought was "Well @#$%#@$#% you." but what I actually said was "Then don't watch it." No one has to read my blog, you don't have to like my Operation 50 TLC page, heck you don't even have to be my friend on Facebook. Especially if you have gone to McDonald's every day since 1983 and still haven't gained an ounce. You have no idea what this is like for someone who has struggled all their life with self worth, body imaging and being over weight. Needless to say I also have a hard time verbalizing how I feel to people in general about my feelings and will often just agree or back out of the conversation.

In the last week I have been told two rather emotionally hurtful things in regards to my journey both from people I felt were my bigger supporters. To someone struggling so hard to find her groove in this eating right, working out life style, that has quite possibly been more defeating than performing badly.  The last couple of camps I have watched my team pull farther and farther away from me, instead of the gap getting closer as it was. I know it is because of the leg issue but it is still hard to keep going. Between the physical pain and the emotional defeat, at one point I came close to destroying someones mail box last night. (no I am not kidding here I seriously had to stop myself from going all Chevy Chase on someones mailbox) So you can imagine how much of an impact hearing that I am obsessive had last night. I thought I would hear, you muddled through it, you didn't give up, that is what counts.


 For your reference if you don't know what going Chevy Chase is... 


The whole journey is difficult for me, not just bootcamp and running. First I love food, any food, all food, except for eel.. Secondly I love wine, lots of wine.. and vodka... Thirdly I hate not being able to keep up.. Fourthly (is that a word) dance class is in front of full length mirrors where I get to stare at my large frame attempting rather ridiculously to perform moves that look beautiful and sexy on the lean bodies of my fellow dancers.  So yes in a way I do suppose I have to be obsessive about it or I am going to fail, there are too many things that would hold me back if I let them sneak in. So the last thing I need is to hear negativity from anyone else. I hear enough in my own head.

Having said that, if you don't want to follow my journey, don't. If you don't want to read what I eat, how I work out, what the scale is doing, don't. I use this blog and facebook to keep ME ACCOUNTABLE not for your pleasure of ripping me apart or kicking me farther back, or even for your attention. While I do like the encouraging words, and the support that is not why I am sharing any of it. Also it has to be said that not all things I say or questions I ask are directly relative to how I feel. Yesterday I asked if the skinny people feel like giving up sometimes too, I wasn't feeling that way it was just a curious thought that popped in my head.

Now that I am done venting about how I feel at the moment. Last nights bootcamp recap.

We had the distinct pleasure of having The General Matt Costa lead the way last night and we started with running.. and ran and ran and ran.. and because I was so slow I didn't get to do any of the in between things. This was when I was having thoughts of going all Chevy Chase and I caught back up to Todd waiting on me. When he asked how I was, I am not going to lie, my voice caught  and cracked because I was fighting back tears and my response was not lady like, and in those moments he asked if maybe it would be best if I just stopped for the night. I am hard headed and stubborn and have heard Matt threaten to cut my foot off before so my response was just "no". We finally made our way over to the beach and Matt asked what was wrong, in those situations with everyone looking at me for an answer the only thing I can get out is "the leg thing .. it's nothing". Being on the beach gave my legs time to calm down, bet I will never say that in bootcamp again.  Matt showed us all some general self defense moves and I was incredibly delighted that I remembered every move and was able to help my partner with details of the how's and why's. Granted some of the moves I would not do to her, I think she weighs 89 lbs soaking wet and I was incredibly afraid to hurt her. Not that she isn't tough, she is, I just have double the poundage.  I won't even go into detail regarding the incredibly embarrassing part of the night. Let's just say that some positions in learning how to get out of holds should not be done in mixed company. Either way through giggles I got it done and I think I managed to get the move down, who knows.

Next up my favorite part of the night! Matt had us all go down closer to the water and marked off the finish line up at the ridge in the dune. This was when having the tiny partner came in handy, well for me anyway, unfortunately for my partner I drug her half way up the dune like a rag doll. Oppsie. We got to laughing so hard about it I told her just to ride me like a horse the rest of the way. (see we do have a good time) Feeling much better at this point I ASKED Todd to pair with me and let me drag him up the beach. He obliged and at first I turned around and started up the beach and I was thinking to myself wow.. this isn't that hard at all. I never should have thought that, because I think Todd thought it was too easy for me as well and the next thing I know, I am not breathing as well as I was, as his locked hands squeezed harder on my ribs, and I wasn't going near as fast as I think he planted both feet firmly in the sand. I didn't give up and kept on fighting to get to the dune line. A couple of times I lost my left knee and had to fight to get use of it back (yes I know that is hard to understand but I don't know how to explain it other than he locked my leg back behind his so I couldn't move forward). I was finally with in two feet of the end and still going, then I was within spitting distance of the line, fighting for each inch of sand between where I was and the line when all of a sudden.. BLOOFFFF (that is the sound I made as both of my feet were yanked out from under me and I hit the sand) and back down towards the water I went. Up on my feet and there stands Adam laughing.. NO FAIR! For all I know Todd wasn't trying all that hard to keep me from getting to the top, but for me I felt like I was fighting with everything I had to get to the finish and rather proud that I said, hey I want to try this again after the first run was a giggle fest.

It was time to head back to the gym and unfortunately I cut the last corner too close and shoved Cory in a hole. I still feel badly about it even if he has said it isn't my fault, I have also advised him to just shove me the other way if I ever do something like that again. I would like to point out that after my legs calmed down from being at the beach and giving them a bit of a rest that Cory and I ran the end of it in together and I wasn't a half a mile behind everyone. The trick is when it starts to lock up, to walk for a bit until it eases off then I can go again, last night I never stopped long enough to let it ease off and kept getting farther and farther behind. I believe the answer is to take the few minutes let it ease off then catch up, we shall see. Once we made it back to the gym, we went to the field and performed ab work. Legs at 6 inches is probably one of the most dreaded words for me, and nothing like hearing, they are all waiting on you to get your legs up and keep them there. Some how I managed to do it, and hold them there for 30 seconds. There were probably also reports made to the local police department that someone was being stabbed to death behind Trio. Sorry team for the verbal abuse your ears had to go through but we would still be out there if I hadn't, so there's that.

I ran (ok I didn't run I got in my car and drove) right to church after boot camp and quickly made my way to my seat covered in sand from head to toe and heard words from Preacher Lady Betsy that my heart and soul needed. And for a wrap up and highlight of the night, I heard the biggest compliment I have every heard in my life! "Oh My Gosh! I LOVE YOUR HAIR! I am going as you for Halloween" how can you just not love little girls like that! Sisters who have decided which of the Sispers they are and why.

Hope you all have a wonderful day.
Much Love
15.23.14.9.20.
Re

Friday, February 1, 2013

What's in your bootcamp...

So lately I have seen on Facebook that other friends from other places are doing this bootcamp or that bootcamp or the other bootcamp. I have the hardest time not pulling a Gene Wilder on them.



I want to ask questions, what do you do at bootcamp, what are your instructors like, do you go to the beach, do you work out around your town, do you participate in events as a team.. I am full of questions. I don't ask because I am concerned I will sound rude, when I walk away with the only reply that I can give is... "oh". I just don't think they could possibly have what we have, I mean in all seriousness to quote Jay Bowman "Look where we live!". They don't have our play ground and that is a piece of the puzzle as to why Outer Banks Bootcamp is who they are.

Another piece, they don't have our coaches. Coaches who with just a tap on the back, or a quick look tell you volumes about how you are doing. Coaches who answer the craziest of emails and talk you over a bump in the road. Coaches who believe you can do things that you didn't think possible. I imagine you have good coaches who deliver you a good work out, but how invested in you are they?

Yet another part of what makes Outer Banks Bootcamp what it is, the campers. These people rock! As I have stated before I am currently in a rather small night camp and I like to think that we just enjoy being out there together and working towards a common goal of health and fitness, while working on individual goals of runs, weight loss, or triathlons. Never at camp has any of my team mates made me feel inferior or not as good as they are, all of that crap is in my own head not theirs. I have built solid lasting relationships with quite a few of my team mates from this and previous Bootcamps and that is a extra special bonus that you don't even sign up for.  While I wouldn't say I am best friends with everyone in bootcamp (come on there is over 200 of us total, you aren't going to just like EVERYONE) nor will I say that they all adore my uniqueness as it is kinda hard to swallow at times, however,  it must be said that I would not leave a team mate in a time of need, if I just felt they needed a hand, someone to listen, or even a small token saying "hey I listen to you I heard what you said" and I believe it is safe to say that they would all be there for me as well.

I have heard many times since I started this journey "I wish we had a bootcamp here" and I see now that many new places are getting "bootcamps". I would love to hear what they are all about, who they are and how they do it. What I am concerned I am going to hear though is "Bootcamp is not what you made it out to be in your writing" So before I do, no I imagine it isn't because we have something special here that just can not be duplicated. You are welcome to join us, but I can't bring to you what is here.  I do wish all of my friends, and friends of friends and friends of friends of friends, well on their journey towards fitness and health and the only advice from you ever needs is "Don't give up, don't ever give up" (thanks Jimmy V) no matter if it is a different bootcamp, or work out routine, gym or no gym. Just keep moving!

And yes I did just toot the hell out of Outer Banks Bootcamp's horn cause IT DESERVED TO BE TOOTED! I mean who else does this stuff!!!






Thursday, January 31, 2013

Final Winter Night Camp: Night 2

What can I say, last night I was totally off my game, got light headed before I even made it a mile (Thanks JD for hanging on, encouraging me, and sticking with me to the end of the bike path), then before I was even over that I had the nerve pain happen again. It had started sneaking up while running a bit faster than I should have from the start, I am a slow slow slow starter, and sprints (and I didn't even sprint I just jogged fast) were on the plate from very close to the word Go! The final nail in the nerve ending coffin was the (shutter) curb push ups, which leaves me on my toes and puts extra pressure on the area that hurts.

Either way, I kept on going and did the Indian run and then fell back a bit as slowing down to a walk is the only thing that helps the muscle decrease and not push on those nerves so badly. Many thanks to Coach Todd for listening to me explain what was going on and just jogging it in to the rest of the group with me. At that point we stopped and did 3 sets of 15 jumping jacks, 15 push ups, and 15 sit ups, once I caught up to the team I got those finished up not to far behind at all, then off running again. I am here to tell you that I was sooooooo off last night, my legs just did not want to cooperate. I have since chalked this up to a couple of things. First not eating correctly yesterday, 3 shrimp on the way out the door in the 5 hours before bootcamp is not enough and secondly my body is tired.

We made our way over to the church and I see my team doing the dreaded box jumps, remember those from Monday how proud I was of doing those on the curb, HA that was childs play! Last night those crazy people were doing them on benches like they were NOTHIING. I stood there in total fear of pulling a Drake (he did a box jump the other day and lets just say it didn't end to well, part of his palm is missing, he has a huge bruise across his chest and well his pride died a slow painful death on the gym floor), I just stood there staring at the bench and finally I HOPPED, about 3 inches off the ground. Pride slowly dying. Again I have to thank Todd because after he snickered at me (ok that part was in my head) he moved over beside me and said.. "Like this, use your arms, squat lower, YOU CAN do this" and low and behold BLAM! both feet up on the bench! While I didn't complete the 25 before Coach Adam had us swap to another exercise I DID IT! I flipping did full, whole foot on the bench pause in between box jumps! (can you tell I am a bit excited about this?)

Next up we ran a numbers drill with mountain climbers and then again with squats, Adam took a few moments and made sure I was doing those properly (I have a tendency to look down, always, no matter what I am doing, insecure much???) I can tell you with certainty that they were performed correct as my rear end feels rather ouchie this morning. And again we run.. just over to the back way to the gym then we stopped again did bicycles and another sprint (I am giggling each time I type sprint because I know you are picturing a sprint when all I had in me last night was something similar to a turtle trying to get out of the way of a car). We met again and went over the proper running form and Adam instructed us to work on that the next heat, I did, head up, chest out, feet up and dang if I didn't get SLOWER, but I made it to the next thing. At this point it is a blur, I know we sprinted again somewhere, and I tried to make my legs move but they were having none of it. I felt as if I was running in quick sand, having a terribly hard time lifting those feet.

Finally some how I made it back to the last stretch home and our final exercise.. are you ready for this.. 10 hops.. 10 push ups.. 9 hops.. 9 push ups.. 8 hops.. 8 push ups.. You get the picture right? I am not sure what the deal is with the push ups lately but if my back and arms don't look like Brigitte Neilsen's from her Rocky days by the time I am done I want my money back LOL, or at the very least the cost of the Advil I have been having to use. I was grateful to have Cory close by during that last drill as I considered just sitting there and throwing rocks, I am not sure that he appreciated my cussing much though.  I was on the last final jog into the field to meet up with the remainder of the team with Cory slightly ahead of me  when I noticed the team coming back. Crapola it was me this time they were coming back for, as I had been in the back all night. Yes most of the time I fight back tears when this happens because I hate that I am the one my team is waiting on or plain and simply the fact that @$#%#@$#%#$ I am last again. But someone has to do it right? Mike fell in beside me on the right and Ilona on the left, and those few seconds it took to get to field I already felt better about the night. So it was a rough night, so I got light headed, so I "cramped" my lower legs up (for lack of a better term because they aren't cramps) I finished. I did everything again and that is the only thing that matters. I did not use either of my issues last night as an excuse to stop, maybe I slowed down, but I would rather slow down and take a couple of steps that break my nose when I hit the dirt, but I continued and yet another step in the road has been walked. It never fails when Mike falls in beside me he offers an encouraging word and it helps me make it just a bit faster from point A to B and last night was no exception.

Adam had roughly 5 more minutes of training for us when The General himself spoke up and said that by executive order he was giving us a 5 minute break because that was one tough work out. Then he proceeded to say that the gap wasn't that far between myself and the rest of the group. While that made me feel better I was disappointed that Matt did not get to see me perform on a better night. I think (in my own head anyway) that I have stepped up my game again and have been performing better and truly gaining on my goals.

One thing that is different right now is my schedule, I have no set break days in my schedule and have 1, 2 and sometimes 3 training sessions in a day. Yes it is bold, yes it is hard, yes I do get exhausted, and yes I did have it looked at by coaches and trainers before I committed to it. I know that many of you are saying "wait what no rest day?", hold on keep reading. It is part of what I have to learn, I have to learn my body and know when it needs rest and when I can push through. On Tuesday I was rather sore from the weekends work outs and questioned my ability to perform at dance class that night and did a physical check, and decided I was ok. I was correct, I went and I performed each exercise correctly even the dreaded barre push ups. Yesterday I had bootcamp sorry that is not questionable I will be at bootcamp. However today I have double kickboxing classes this evening on the schedule, while I love my kickboxing, tonight is not the night to do those. Tonight my body needs a break and I know without a doubt if I didn't take it and I pushed through and I showed up at Bootcamp Monday dragging worse than I was last night, I would be beyond embarrassed when Adam sent me home. Next week I may be able to go 10 days without a break, but the key is to break when I need and I will continue to learn my body and how it reacts and interacts with all I am doing.

I will wrap this up by saying that today was weigh in day and I was not surprised at all to see the scale up 0.4. Given the soreness of my muscles they are retaining water and it will level out, I just need to continue to eat correctly and work out hard and strong and it will happen!

For now I leave you with
15.23.14.9.20.
Much Love
Re

Oh and one last very important thing many Congratulations to third time Outer Banks Bootcamp Graduate AND Honor Graduate Mike Slaughter, thanks for all you give while you are out there!

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Last Night Camp: Night One

Last night our night camp team embarked on the first of the last 12 night sessions for the season, this morning I thought it would be neat, since I do end up blogging about bootcamp most of the time now anyway, to journal about every session this camp.

The team met at Knuckle Up at 5:15 last night for our last minute sign ins and for some of us to just get over our jitters. I don't care how many camps or races I do my nerves get me before each one, it isn't even fear of the unknown any more I KNOW what is coming, oh hmmmm maybe that is why the fear! We were missing a few of the regulars last night as one is on a cruise and another had her childs birthday, so we will welcome back Anissa and KC on Wednesday, however, we did have about ten campers show up, and believe me just having the guts to show up is something to be proud of, we are not a camp of ease. You will be pushed to your breaking point and beyond just so someone can show you that wasn't exactly your breaking point.

As of now our new night team consists of myself, Joanne, Anissa, Cory, Mike, Kyle, Stacy, Micah, KC, JD, and.... (dang it I am forgetting someone I just know I am). Anyway we are a rather small group as far as camps go so I know it is really tough for Coaches Adam and Todd to keep us together as the fastest can double lap me in a mile. They deserve much credit for figuring it out and making sure no one goes home feeling they didn't get their work out in. The other thing I have noticed in the last few weeks is the team building that the coaches have put into our little group, the no man (or hmmm girl in my case) left behind scenario, camp after camp we have been going back for the last, or performing work that all of us can stick together such as the interval laps around the parking lot, which I felt has brought us closer together. While we do run and get spread out, I have noticed that the spread isn't a mile long any longer, the back group is making a gain on the front group, while I may never catch them I am darn sure going to chase them down to the best of my ability.

So off we go, right down to the stairs by the sound, which I may add were slightly no.. very slippery with icky stuff, someone should bleach those steps, said the girl who tried to kill Amanda with the ice on hers. We ran up and down those things, six times in between doing sets of exercises that the coaches called out as we hit the bottom.  I believe all but one of those exercises involved arm work (keep this in mind for later). After 81 squats at the end we take off again and we don't go far at all, and that is exactly when I knew what was coming, sort of. Adam gathered us all together and talked about how we should not take being out there for granted and that it was a gift that not all can partake in and that we needed to give it our all. He also stated that this camp he was determined to push us out of our comfort zones and to break the breaking points that each of us had.. (this is when Stacy speaks up and says Push Ups.. well I suppose we all had to learn at some time not to say anything, last night was her turn). Adam gives us direction on the next drill and it involves running half way up the end of the bike path hill, stop there and doing a set of something, then all the way up and do the same set, then back down. What was the something you might ask.. push ups. At each stop we had to do a certain Bootcamp Number and then repeat before moving on to the next. I won't lie, by the end I had tears in my eyes and felt defeated as hell. One I was doing modified push ups and I had thought I had gotten beyond those, last night not so much, and two by the time we got to the last 20 my muscles were SCREAMING in agony. (again keep this in mind for later) It doesn't really matter now because the true point is I did make it to the end. I did each and every one of those damn things even if my team did end up watching me in what I felt like was pity that I was so slow. (hey this is my blog and my thoughts.. if that is how it felt that is what I am going to write)

Finally we got that over and done with, next up Indian runs to the bank, not so bad, I used to hate these friggin things now I look forward to them. Why did I used to hate them? Because when we did the slow run before the sprint I could barely keep up and many times fell behind and out of line, now the slow run is just that a slow run and I enjoy that time preparing for the sprint to the front (not that my sprint looks much like a sprint and more like a faster jog but I can at least make it to the front and that is what the whole thing is about) Either way I am better at them than I was and to me that is a point for Team Re.

At the Bank we did (shutter) Monkey Crawls to each of the parking spot lines and dropped and did (shutter more) push ups at each one! Again.. last.. way last.. struggled like HELL TO GET TO THE END last. I wasn't liking myself anymore, but again I made it to the end of that. Box jumps and sit ups 5 sets 10 times each, wasn't so bad at all. I managed to get those in pretty good. Keep in mind that the first time I went to the bank with Jay Bowman, I could NOT jump up on that curb I was scared to death I was going to fall. Seriously could NOT jump on the curb with my feet together and if I tried I barely hit my toes. Last night full on jumps and feet landing completely on the curb! So again score for Team Re. (there is really a reason I am going through all of this I promise).

We gathered up our belongs, at which time I managed to grab what I could only think at the moment was a dead animal but just turned out to be an icky hat, note to self let Cory grab his own stuff. (giggle) and back to the gym we headed. YAY!!! It's over I survived I am going to go home and die now but I SURVI..... WAIT WHAT THE HELL HE IS TURNING WHY IS ADAM TURNING NOOOOOOOOOOOO Yup that is exactly what went through my head. Then I thought... ahhh ab work no biggie I got that. (pfffft didn't really have that either but that was my thought). First up.. Hops down to one end of the field and back, ok not so bad I don't hop that great but I hopped. Next up.. Monkey @$#%#@$# Crawls again... as I made my way to one end then the other very slowly because I completely suck at these dang things, all that went through my head was how humiliating. Finally finished that.. surely that would be the most embarrassing thing of the night, nothing like the big girl having her big ass stuck up in the air for what felt like 30 minutes trying to monkey crawl while her team stood there thinking... I have no clue what they were thinking but I am sure it wasn't that good. The next words I heard were even more upsetting than Monkey Crawl... Crab Crawl. I won't put here what I thought, or probably even said at that point, it probably was out loud, I don't even know, but down again. There is no point going into how that felt either, let's just say I have tears in my eyes thinking about it. I don't do well with humiliation or having people wait on me and I was dealing with both. It is quite funny because in the middle of the last crab crawl I heard Adam say "don't you quit on me.". I have no idea if it was to me or someone else but at that moment it was probably the closest I have ever been to standing up picking up my sweat shirt and walking straight to my car. I think sometimes he hears what I am thinking.

That was finally the end and I made it back to my car, as I left the field I felt defeated and weak and tired and drained and (que the record scratch) wait one damn ass minute.. I may have taken longer than the others to do a thing or two and I may not have taken as long sometimes but I did EVERY DANG ONE OF THOSE EXERCISES I didn't cheat myself or my coaches or my team and I even probably gave them some humor (picturing myself Monkey Crawling is down right funny ya know).
I am not defeated, I won. I am not weak, I am strong. I was tired and drained but in a good way not bad.  There were also a few things that played into last nights performance. On Saturday Amanda and I started training together with weights, guess what part we worked out.. Arms and I don't do no baby weights I do lift as much as I can and push myself to the point of "someone grab this weight or it is hitting the floor hard." Then on Sunday I attended and completed Piloxing training and obtained my certificate to train, guess what the majority of this particular class works out, Arms, Chest and Back! So when I showed up last night my arms were already like wet noodles, when I left they were much more like mush, this morning I am typing this with my toes. I didn't however use at as an excuse to stop, I continued and finished. So many times I wanted to say DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE DONE THIS WEEKEND!!!!!  I didn't I just uttered one not so nice thing in the middle of the push ups. By the way in case anyone wanted to know it was 232 push ups last night!

As you can tell it was quite a night.. the emotional roller coaster I was on during that work out was absolutely insane.. I love this I am doing it.. I hate this I am a failure .. I love this I am doing it.. I hate this they are waiting on me.. I love this I am doing it.. I hate this I look like a fool.. I love this I DID IT! Then as I was laying in bed last night trying my best not to move cause well.. it hurt like you wouldn't believe, something hit me. Interval training.

Let's define Interval Training shall we?

Interval training is a favorite of coaches because of its effectiveness in cardiovascular build-up and also its ability to make more well-rounded athletes.

Ok now lets read that again

Interval training is a favorite of coaches because of its effectiveness in cardiovascular build-up and also its ability to make more well-rounded athletes.

Interesting how that plays out isn't it.
Well there you have it my night at bootcamp! I am sure that each of us could write down what we did last night and none would be the same, but those are my thoughts.


In closing I have just one more thing to say...
Hey Adam and Todd since I survived last night ... BRING IT!

Much love to all,
15.23.14.9.20.
Re