Category Archive: fit?

It’s not defining

Over the past while I’ve been kind of assessing my body image. Yeah yeah, it’s been ongoing. With CrossFit I’ve been steadily gaining weight. Certainly a lot of it is muscle weight, but not all. A lot more of the clothing I wore back during marathon training doesn’t fit any more. My size was a little unnatural back then. Now, I think I’ve got a better look going–better proportions. Thing is, mentally the fact that I’ve been needing bigger clothes has made me a bit nutty. I worked hard to get away from where I was 2-3 years ago. The situation is different now though. I need bigger pants again, but I’m not as fat as I was before. God knows, I’m a lot fitter. It’s taken me a while, but it almost feels like I’m finally moving past whatever psychological block I’ve had.

Weight is not defining.
Pant-size is not defining.

Why should I be hard on myself if I can’t fit into size 33 pants that I used to be able to wear for a very brief period in 2010? It doesn’t make sense. Like I said a while ago, I’m the best me that I can be at this very moment. As long as I continue to work hard I know that I have nothing to regret.

All in time

Earlier tonight at CrossFit we doing 5×5 back squats for the strength component. I made my way up to an appropriate weight based on my abilities. I’m certainly not at the level of some of the other guys that I’ve seen at the box, but that’s not the point. There’s never any sense in trying to compare myself to someone else–everyone’s got different strengths and weaknesses. Also, some of those guys have been working out for years. I know a few of them have done Ironman triathlons. I know there are dragon boaters and firefighters. Well, in comparison what do I have? I haven’t done much in terms of lifting. Sure, I run and I do a fair bit of long distance training. As a result I have a sturdy leg muscles. My quads and hamstrings are rather meaty. It’s a good thing that a lot of the Olympic weightlifting stuff we do make good use of those muscle groups. Anyway, the point is that I can’t compare myself against them. All I can do is set continual benchmarks for myself.

So, for today I think my back squats went well. The weight was manageable and I had decent form. When I finished my sets my coaches told me that in time I might be a powerhouse. All I could do was reply with “all in time.” I’ve been doing this for about 2.5 months. I’m only scratching the surface of my abilities. I figure that as long as I stay committed I will continue to make gains. It’s far too early to be content with being where I’m at. Just a few months ago I wouldn’t have imagined that I’d be into Olympic weightlifting. It’s rather goal oriented, isn’t it? I actually can’t wait until my coaching stint starts again. I’m wondering how the combination of cardio and strength components will change me. I need to keep working hard. In time it will all pay off. I swear.

Swayed to teach

A couple of days ago I was at a restaurant up north of the city. I was meeting with a lot of my running buddies. We were having a Christmas drinks get together. All in all it was enjoyable. The bar was crowded at the time–there was a good energy permeating the place. It was there that a whole bunch of them were really trying hard to convince me to take on the next half marathon class. A few days prior to the party the store manager emailed me and asked if I was interested in taking on the class. I mean, I’ve done it three times before so I have a good sense of how things should go. All the same, there was a part of me that wanted to give it a pass. I wanted to take a break and focus on other things. I wasn’t sure what to do so I posted a question on Facebook asking my contacts for some guidance. The general response was that I had had enough rest and that I should accept. At the very least it would encourage me to at least continue running. Ever since my last race I’ve only gone for a run once. Terrible, eh? People have been telling me to get my ass back out there. I must say that I agree.

Anyway, back to the get together. That night so many people asked me to do it. They were all talking in positives. By the end of the night, I wasn’t entirely ready to commit but they really swayed me. Two days later I replied back to the manager and told him that I’d take it. There! Done deal! This class starts at the end of January. It’s far enough away that it satisfies my needs to get away for a while. What will be my goal for that class? I want to continue playing up the loud positive persona that I’ve taken up in my coaching duties. I want to stress to the class the idea of how both fast and slow people are worthy of respect. I want to continue making sure that I have contact with all people in the group despite the fact that I cannot move at a speed that would allow me to actually run with the front people. I’ve got so many ideas. Next year will be great.

Resting for my own good

Monday’s workout was a bit of a tough one for me. It involved a lot of jump rope and box jumps. I didn’t do so well if only because skipping requires more coordination than I would have wanted. I went home encouraging myself to just work harder at my next workout. Sounded all well and good, but it wasn’t until Tuesday that I finally noticed that I seem to have done a number on my left Achilles tendon. As I got ready for work I was feeling some discomfort, so I brought some muscle cream. I didn’t care if my desk area had a blast radius of odour. On my way to the office I found it rather difficult to walk up the stairs. It’s like there was a sharp stabbing pain at the affected area. My body, in an effort to compensate, was doing something weird causing my right knee to be achy. All in all I wasn’t feeling great. I vowed to rest my legs well such that by the time Wednesday rolled around I’d be in good condition to head back to CrossFit. Well, when Wednesday came I found that my Achilles was still in pain. Bad!

So, my sensible mind was telling me that I needed to spend some time just letting the pain heal. This was butting up against the other part of my mind that was actually trying to get me to ignore the injury and just go for it. Imagine, the voice was saying things like: “Oh, chances are the that the workout won’t involve a lot of jumping around. You can still lift.” Heh, I really was close to going up until I posted about my dilemma on Facebook. The big consensus was that I should rest. The Achilles is one part of the body that’s not to be messed with. Someone was just telling of someone they knew that ruptured their Achilles and ended up needing 8 months to recover. Crazy! So with all of that in mind that’s why I decided to take it easy on Wednesday. Ah, but I was actually feeling antsy about doing so. What was I missing out on? Was I ruining my momentum? All the same I knew that I was doing it for my own good. Now after the fact I don’t regret it at all. Why put my health at risk just to feel like I’m super-human? Please. God knows there are plenty of other ways to feel that way.

Up in a puff of smoke

I haven’t really written much about it, but as a way of celebrating my 30th I decided to sign up for and race a half marathon. Well, maybe that’s misguided because it would imply a bit of cause and effect. Now, I think I was going to sign up for the race anyway, and that it landed on my birthday is just an interesting coincidence. Just like in previous years I chose to run the Angus Glen Half Marathon. It’s still a good race with a good buffet. It’s still a small race meaning that my stats actually put me close to the bottom of the heap. Bah, no matter. I know that I’m happy with the results–especially this year’s results.

Let’s see.

I went into the race expecting very little. I did a great job with my previous race three weeks prior, but I didn’t anticipate that I’d get a new personal best here. I hadn’t really run much in between races, so I was feeling a little bit out of practice. I told myself I’d try to stay with the 2:15 pacer, but only if it made sense. Just so happened that the 2:15 pacer was someone that I knew from the store. Well, I didn’t see him at the starting line so I decided to just relax and do my thing: 10 & 1′s, aiming for somewhere between 2:15 and 2:20. Well, a little bit past the 1K mark I was nudged by the 2:15 pacer and another guy from the store. Hah, what luck to run into them! I asked if they were taking walk breaks and they said no. At that point I was almost ready to just let them go until the pacer told me to just join him. It was at that point where my original race plan just went up in a puff of smoke. Oops. So, I knew that with walk breaks I’d have to run faster than usual to maintain a particular average pace required to hit 2:15. If I was running it straight through I knew that I could afford to ease up a little. I think that’s what convinced me to take on this new challenge.

From about 4K onward we all started commenting on how hot things were getting. Yeah, no kidding. When I left my place it was about freezing, but at that point it felt more like it was 10°C. There was a lot of concern that I’d overheat. I was foolish enough to have pinned my bib to my jacket, so I figured I was in a bad state and that I’d have to put up with it. The other guy with the pacer insisted that I just take off the jacket and that he’d carry it. Well, I mean, odd offer, right? I totally didn’t want to impose, but he insisted. See, this guy has a reputation as being a sherpa for a few other runners. In the past he’s kindly hauled gear while running with other people in need of help. I wouldn’t have imagined that he’d help me out. So, since he insisted I got the jacket off. He got the bib off the jacket then asked for my water belt. I handed that over as well. I felt magically unencumbered. I felt like I could focus once more on running. About a minute later he gave my belt back with the bib attached to it. Nice. From that point, he seemed to take it upon himself to stick with me and watch that I had everything I needed. He made sure my gel intake was timed well, and that I was taking in enough water. There was one time I passed a water station with unhelpful attendants. I ended up empty handed and grunted in frustration. He went back, got me a cup or two of water then raced back to get the cup to me. Nice!

So, at about 12-14K I knew I was struggling. The hilly terrain was wreaking havoc on my legs. I was tempted to slow down and walk, but I didn’t want to disappoint myself. And I didn’t want to let my friend down who was giving up his run to help me out. I kept at it. By about 16K or so I recovered well enough and just kept at it. I yelled: “there is no pain, just movement!” It was true at that time. The pacer was long gone at that point, but that was expected. He had to stay on plan for other people that were following him. Over the last few hills I could feel my legs turning leaden. I told myself I had no choice, so I just kept a rhythm going as best I could. And finally in the last stretch I knew that I didn’t need to hold anything back so I tried to crank out whatever I had left. In the end, my resulting chip time was 2:21:12.5. That’s less than a minute and a half from being a personal best. It didn’t matter that I didn’t set a new personal record for myself because I knew that running the whole damn thing without stopping was a big feat for me. I was giddy.

There you go. That’s my story for this race. This is my 10th half marathon. I know that there will be many more in the future. I will be ready.

Benchmarking

Wow. So Friday marked the end of the CrossFit bootcamp that I was working through. As a way to see how much progress we made we were to repeat the benchmark workout we did on the first day with all of the same variables. My big issue was that after Wednesday’s workout my knees were in rough condition. The benchmark workout involved a lot of squats so I was concerned over whether I could do it. Then, coach revealed that we would be doing the benchmark three times that evening, though only the first one would count for the purposes of comparison. Man. So I told him about me knee issues. We decided that I’d do all of the squats for the first set, but switch over to kettle bell swings later on. OK, fine. So, we set everything up and I sat at the rowing machine ready to go. My fellow bootcamper and I were chomping at the bit to knock it out of the park. As soon as coach told us to go we pulled on the rower handle hard. I let out a big grunt: the first pull on the rower is always the hardest. Knowing that the first set mattered meant that I pushed harder than I might normally would. When the row ended I scrambled to unstrap my feet from the machine. I took a moment or two longer than I had wanted and I growled in frustration. No matter. I progressed through the exercises with a sense of focus and much intensity. Despite my sore knees I pushed through the squats because I didn’t want soreness to bring me down. My mind was blank apart from the act of counting the reps. I just wanted to get the movements done. When I finished the pull ups I yelled “TIME” like I really meant it. I wasn’t sure how fast I had gone, but I knew that my time was shorter. When the other person finished her round I gave her a high five, and in a moment of enthusiasm I hugged her. We did it! The first time I did the workout I covered it in 11:06. Time time I completed it in 5:34. That’s almost a 50% improvement! That’s insane! We couldn’t celebrate too long though because we still had two sets to get through.

We didn’t attack those other two sets with as much intensity, but they were tougher. During the second set I decided to do the squats one more time. On the third set I was told to switch. The kettle bells swings were brutal. No matter how much hip thrusting I did it still took so much out of me. When I finished all of my sets I was in a weird state. I was elated, for sure, but I was also wiped out. If I wasn’t careful I would have lost my lunch but I kept myself composed. As much as I was amazed with myself I knew that all of the hard work that I had put in over the past month would pay off. And now here I am. I’ve decided to continue with CrossFit for at least the next six months. I’m curious to see how much in terms of gains I can make if I continue with this much effort and intensity over the next while. All this effort is worth it.

Willing to put in the work

So, this week marks the last week of the whole CrossFit bootcamp thing that I’ve been doing. Today’s class had us working rather hard. After the usual bootcamp warm up (though the row was extended to 500m today) we learned how to do the deadlift. At this stage more focus is being put on good form rather than lifting heavily. All the same I was pretty happy that we actually had some plates on the sucker. Once the coach was convinced we had good form we lowered the weight back to something more manageable before we were introduced to our evening’s workout. In this case we had to do 3 rounds of 500m row, 12 deadlifts, 21 box jumps. I was getting good at my box jumps so the coach changed my box to something about 4″ higher. Oh hell, that extra height made a difference. In the few test jumps I felt like I really had to work hard to jump up there. With all of that we started.

Rowing is pretty tiring. There’s a lot of technique involved to make it efficient. I had to keep reminding myself about my positioning to make sure I wasn’t sabotaging myself. My deadlifting technique got better as the reps passed. Back on Friday we learned the movements for the clean and jerk. The clean and jerk involves a lot of the same positions as the deadlift. On that day coach was really getting on my case for not having good positions. My biggest problem that day was that I was rounding my back instead of having my butt out with a tight back. Having a rounded back is apparently dangerous. I watched a couple of YouTube videos on the weekend to figure out what I was doing wrong. That actually helped. My improved technique definitely helped me with the deadlifts. For the box jumps, I was obviously well adjusted to the shorter box. For this taller box, I felt like I got winded fairly quickly. Each round I had to break up the 21 box jumps into chunks just to make it through. In the end, I made it through in a decent time for a beginner like me (so says I). I was pretty much wiped out and I needed a minute or two to recover and be able to just breathe normally again. I felt proud to have accomplished something that seems somewhat hardcore. That’s a lot of movement for one workout, you know?

Back when I started out I knew that the program involved a fair bit of weightlifting and interesting movements. I didn’t really realize that things like deadlifts and power cleans would somehow enter my day-to-day life. As I continue to work hard I can tell that I’m getting stronger. I know that I’m really making progress. My weight hasn’t really moved, but I’m feeling the tiniest bit meatier.

Eh…don’t mind this picture. Somehow my black hard hat was the closest hat to me at the time and I was just curious what a vain flexing picture would look like. Anyway.

With all of this positive change, I want to continue with CrossFit beyond the foundations class. I’m raring to join the rest of the people that show up. As long as I continue to work hard I know that things will pay off. I’m willing to put in the work.

Just work hard

Earlier today I was feeling a great deal of self-doubt. I think I was feeling uneasy with regards to my bootcamp class. I got into a headspace where I was being self-defeating and telling myself that I wasn’t all that strong. I said that I kind of didn’t belong there because everyone else is so much fitter and stronger. I felt like a poser of sorts. I ended up emailing a friend to see if I could get some encouragement. She kindly reminded me that everyone is there to get fitter and stronger.

You’re the best you that you’ve got at the moment.

It’s true. I deserve to be there as much as everyone else. As long as I’m putting in the effort, I’m going to continue to improve. With all of that in mind I headed out to class. I learned how to do a front squat with a bar, and then extended that to learn thrusters. With that knowledge we tackled a workout that involved three sets of movements with 21, 15, then 9 reps each. Each set consisted of that many thrusters followed by the same amount of pull ups. To be clear: 21 thrusters, 21 pull ups, 15 thrusters, 15 pull ups, 9 thrusters, 9 pull ups. Combine that with the usual warm up of 400 m of rowing, 20 each of squats, sit ups, push ups, kettle bell swings, pull ups and it looks like I put in a good day of work. It’s amazing. I never would have imagined that I’d be doing all of that in one hour at the beginning of boot camp. I’m already improving. I guess I lost site of the fact. No more of that. No more feeling sorry. Just work hard. There’s nothing else to do.

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