Ninja Night @ Urban Acrobatics

Last night I attended American Warrior Ninja Night at a local Parkour Gym called Urban Acrobatics.  American Ninja Warrior, if you don’t know, is an obstacle course that uses body weight and momentum to travel across six obstacles.  Every time you complete a course, you move on to the next round. No American has ever finished the entire competition. I have been watching AWN for several years and have thought about it quite differently over that time:

3 years ago:  Are these people CRAZY?!?  Who wants or needs to be able to do that? What a waste of time. Get a life.

2 years ago: I don’t think I could do any of that!  These people are nuts.

1 year ago: Hm…..maybe I could do that one but never that one!

This year: I’ve got to find a gym to try this.


 

So I looked into finding a place to play like a ninja  First, I had to figure out what the heck Parkour even was.  For a good read about it: Check this out in the New Yorker.

Also, here’s a video of one of most famous Parkour athletes: David Belle.

If you somehow don’t know what American Ninja Warrior is, you can watch highlights and clips from this season HERE.

Now that we’ve covered the background information, let’s get in to the workout!


I found this gym, Urban Acrobatics, by doing a simple Google search for “Ninja Gym Denver”.  I saw they had a Tuesday night American Ninja Warrior class so I messaged them on Facebook for the details.  Basically, bring your $15, sign a death waiver, and have fun! The gym looked like it had a few obstacles and I figured why not! A few days ago I did some more searching into the gym to see how legit it was.  I figured I’d go either way just to get some experience. (My boxing trainer is out of town…..) The more I looked into UA the more nervous I got about attending.

Urban Acrobatics is managed by Lorin Ball, who has competed in every season of American Ninja Warrior.  You can watch him from last season HERE. The more I researched the facility and saw videos of what they had and what their athletes could do, the more nervous I got.  I thought I was going to make a total fool of myself.  I had no idea what I could and couldn’t do.  I practice on monkeys bars a lot and know I can do pull ups.  My arm and core strength are good but my back and chest need work.  I had no idea what I was getting in to.  So what do you do when this happens? You invite a friend and make them do it with you.  Thanks Thomas!11667262_10102793182581819_4851962959356950772_n

Breakdown of the night:

Run – We started by going for a short but quick run around the outside of the facility: up stairs, down stairs, hop over railings, jump up the wall and when we got back you climb down the rope wall to get started.  I felt good so far!  I could keep up and while I didn’t look graceful, I could quickly make it over the objects.

Stretching – This is when we did introductions and stretched out.  Pretty typical.

Demonstration – Then the instructors went through the course.  At each obstacle they would give tips on how to best do it or alternate ways if you couldn’t get it.  You only got two chances on each obstacle before moving on.  Here’s what the gym looks like: 11692499_10200606208154214_8984086100280193816_n11694026_10200606207994210_4935022535250535519_nI’m not going to try and describe lasts night course because it’s almost impossible to imagine but here’s a short breakdown:

Hop from balance beam, swing across the 6 foot gap, climb up the wall, across 3 balance bars, jump to the next landing, walk down the pipe, warp wall, rope descending climb, swing to a tire, box jump, salmon ladder.

Did you get all that? While I’m watching the demonstration I’m thinking, “how can I get out of doing that obstacle?” “There’s no way I can even try that!”  “Yeah……right!”  BUT, I was here to try.  My greatest fear was showing up and looking like a total idiot.  I was happy that there were others there trying for their first time.  Right away the instructors encouraged everyone to just try their best and asked the veterans to help out the newbies.  I really appreciated them accepting us!  I didn’t feel judged by anyone, except myself of course.

Practice – We then had time to practice and just play on the obstacles and try to figure them out before our timed run. So I went around and tried all the different obstacles and was surprised at what I could do!  I had a pretty good vision of what my abilities were but I surprised myself a few times. Practice was essential for me because I really didn’t know.  This was also my favorite part of class because you could get tips from the other members.

Conditioning – After practice, everyone gets a chance to run the course timed.  While you’re waiting for your turn, Lorin assigns conditioning exercises.  Last nights were: 30 leg lifts, 3 rope climbs, and one minute holds on the rock wall.  The 30 leg lifts were easy as I do that exercise all the time.  The one minute holds were a little harder.  We were only allowed to use one foot but my toes are strong from boxing and my fingers are strong from play piano so I was pretty good at this exercise!

11694773_10102793180610769_3440299652492991232_nWe also had to do rope climbs.  I am not awesome at this.  I had to use the rope with knots in it because after my run my arms were dead! But I made it to the top just the same.  I didn’t have three climbs in me but I did one. By the end of class my arms, forearms, chest and shoulders were sore.

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My Run – During class everyone gets a timed run.  I was not at all excited about it!  I was nervous about everyone watching me!  Luckily I went towards the end and lots of members had moved on to their conditioning.  Some of the veterans finished the course in under a minute.  I was hoping to come out injury free.  When It came to my turn, I did the best I could.  I failed the first obstacle twice, got the second and third.  When I got to the Warp Wall, I already knew I couldn’t reach the top from practice.  But I gave it all I had anyway.  On my third attempt I finally touched the top!  The warp wall is just as hard as it looks even though it’s not nearly as scary as I thought! I was really proud of myself.  I had to take the alternate route since I couldn’t pull myself up the wall and then failed the rest of the obstacles.  It took me over 5 minutes. BUT I was impressed with myself and pushed myself to try and do new things, so in my mind, I win! Here I am after class trying a few things again.  Neither of these videos is as strong as I hoped since I was already pretty spent:

Wow.  This post has gone on for much longer than I thought it would………

After class I talked to Lorin about which class/classes would help me most.  Since I’ll be doing the Touch Mudder (AHHHH!) in September, I need obstacle training. He was very helpful and gave me a trainers name and number that works for UA.  I had a GREAT time and will definitely attend in the future and have lots of friends to bring! I’m already thinking about when I can try that warp wall again!

Moral of the story: I was scared as hell to go to Ninja night.  I was scared to try.  I was scared to get hurt or fall but I did it anyway.  And the result? No injuries and a huge amount of pride! Push yourself to try something new today even if it’s scary!

The View from 14,060 Feet

This Saturday, July 4th 2015, I accomplished my last fitness goal that I set for myself in January.  I hiked a 14er and made it to the summit!  For those that don’t know, a 14er is a mountain that reaches over 14,000 feet above sea level.  Denver, the Mile High City, is 5,280 feet above sea level.  Today’s post will consist of some advice for hiking and an account of how it went.

Can I Hike?

Anyone can hike as long as you choose a path that’s right for you.  Here’s some things to consider when choosing a path:

1. Distance – Now I know it sounds silly but don’t forget most trails are posted for length one way.  Most hikes you double the distance for there AND back.  Be really careful here. Just because you can walk 3 miles, doesn’t necessarily mean you can hike three miles.  All of the things below will effect how difficult the hike is. When in doubt start small because you can always add distance but you don’t want to get stuck half way down a trail.

2.  Altitude – If you will be hiking through an elevation change, there’s lots to consider.  I don’t notice much of a difference if the change in altitude is 500 feet or less.  Once it’s more than that, my body will notice.  The higher the elevation, the less oxygen there is in the air.  This makes it harder to breathe and some people even experience altitude sickness.  Remember to drink TONS of water and listen to your body. If you’re starting at a higher elevation than you live, give yourself a while to acclimate before starting your hike.  Then remember to take lots of breaks on the way up!

3.  Expected Weather – Try to prepare for all kinds of weather.  I recommend bringing all items in ziplocs and bringing extra for your feet in case of rain.  Also, remember to layer your clothes.  Every 500 feet up will bring the temperature down 5 degrees.  It’s hard to plan for how cool it will be versus how hot you’ll be from hiking.  Bring lightweight layers so you can dress appropriately for that part of the hike. Remember sunscreen, sun glasses and bug spray!

4.  Topography – I don’t like to track how far I am on a hike because I find it very discouraging.  However, I do like to look at the topography of the course before I start.  There is usually a sign at the beginning of most trails with this information. I like to look for check points like streams, hills and valleys.  That helps me know where I am on the trail without having to think about how much farther it is to go. Every part of the hike will take a different amount of time.  A half mile here is not the same as a half mile there so don’t push yourself to make great time because you really can’t compare one to the other.

5.  Terrain – Depending on the popularity of your trail, it’s terrain can really vary.  An ‘open trail’ hike that no one ever goes on is going to be more like a ‘no trail’ hike.  However, a ‘closed trail’ hike can often be much more open and obvious if tons of people have done it.  The terrain should help you decide on proper footwear and clothing.  The more ‘closed’ a trail, the more hiking you’ll actually be doing versus walking.  The more woodsy a trail, the more clothes you’ll want to wear for shade and protection from bugs.

Some popular trails even have message boards where you can see how the trail looked the day before you do it. Don’t be afraid to bring too much stuff you’re first time as long as you can carry the weight.  You’ll figure out what you really need the more times you hike.

Hiking Mount Bierstadt

Hiking a 14er (Mountain that reaches 14,000 feet) has been one of my goals since moving to Colorado.  However, in January I set it as a goal for this year.  After not-so-patiently waiting for the temperature to rise high enough to hike, we set a date to hike Mount Bierstadt on the 4th of July. I really thought it was going to be no big deal.  I’ve done a half marathon, so how hard could it be?

Answer: FREAKING HARD

The first mile of Bierstadt isn’t so bad.  It’s not much more than walking, step up here, walk across here, small steam here, mud there…….and then it get’s hard.  The hike up Bierstadt is a 3 mile hike with 3,000 foot elevation gain. After that first mile, the gain in elevation started to get to me.  We had to stop and take breaks A LOT.  You feel like you’ve only gone 10 steps since the last time you stopped but then you look back and you’ve made it farther then you thought.  You take a minute to catch your breath and then within a few more steps, you’re already huffing and puffing.  There’s no training for altitude without practice.  I had not had enough practice.

When you train for physical goals, it gives you a bottom to refer to.  You’re thinking, “I can make it, it doesn’t suck as bad as that one time.”  But when you haven’t trained, sometimes the event IS your bottom.  I hit bottom during the second mile.  There was a point where I didn’t really know if I could do it.  I wouldn’t let myself give up or turn back  but I really really really wanted to.  The last stretch of Bierstadt is all boulders that you have to figure out for yourself.  There’s no trail at this point but you can tell where to go because you’re almost to the top. This was actually the most fun part.

And then you make it to the top.  There were 20-30 people at the summit when we arrived and lots of dogs.  Everyone is celebrating what they’ve just done and taking pictures.  It’s kind of fun to celebrate with everyone! AND THE VIEW!

IMG_3143I have never been anywhere so beautiful in my entire life!  The hike was so hard but so worth it.  Where else can you see and do this on a Saturday for fun? I love where I live!

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Real Boxing

Often when I tell people I’m in boxing training, they think I’m doing kickboxing.  Here’s what they envision:

 

While I actually like these types of classes, this is not what I’ve been doing.  Kickboxing classes definitely have their place and are great calorie burners.  I enjoyed them a lot when I was working on my endurance and agility.

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Last night I was lucky enough to have TWO private sessions with my trainer but I was even luckier to have a friend at the gym who could take some video.  I get photos of me boxing pretty frequently but I’ve never seen videos of myself.  In a way I didn’t really want to watch them.  But after I did, I really wanted to share them!  I think I’m looking pretty good!  It’s always hard to box and try to think about what you look like because you’re doing so many other things.

Here’s all the things I’m thinking about controlling in these videos:

1. Footwork

2. Stance

3. Forehead down

4.  No eye contact

5.  Full extension on my jab

6.  Pivot Right hand

7. Pivot left hook

8.  Proper placement

9.  Proper speed

10.  Proper power

11.  Breathe

12.  Cover your face

13.  Slip

14.  Don’t get hit

15.  I hate Jameson

I’m sure there’s more that I forgot.  But it’s the combination of every part working together that makes boxing what it is.  Hope you enjoy!

 

 

 

If Only

Yesterday, I stumbled across this article in the LA Times:

Obese Americans now outnumber those who are merely overweight, study says

We have been expecting this to happen for sometime now and in certain age groups, it has.  And I can’t believe how sad it is.

Now that I’ve ‘finished’ my weightloss journey, I continually have mixed feelings about it.  It’s weird the emotional issues that still arise.  But today I want to focus on the physical changes of losing weight, and forget about the mental ones.  Physically, I consider my fitness journey complete.  I am more than happy with my body’s image and abilities.  I can do nearly everything I’ve ever wanted to do.  I still set goals and find it fun to see how much farther I can push my body.  Even though I haven’t stopped, I feel I’ve crossed the finish line physically. Untitled-1

 

The difference in what my body can do now is amazing.  I’m not posting this to brag or seek compliments but to inspire those that are trying to start.  When I was obese, the list of things that would exhaust me for the day was extensive: helping a friend move, doing laundry all day up two flights of stairs, shopping at multiple stores ……basically life was exhausting.  Now I run around all day and do a million things and then still go to the gym.  My energy level and ability to get things done is SO much higher.

I no longer worry about where my body can fit.  I don’t spend an ounce of energy on chairs, restaurant seats, shopping aisles or public transport.  I never worry about how far I park from the store or walking to meet up with a friend.  I am going to a wedding shower this weekend and don’t have to worry about being ‘the fat friend’.  I just fit in.

If anyone that is morbidly obese like I was could walk in my shoes for a day, they’d lose the weight.  If anyone could feel the back-to-back difference of being morbidly obese to healthy weight, it would be all the motivation they needed.  But, it’s the gradual decrease in weight and the very slow increase of fitness that derails most people in the dieting process.  DON’T STOP.

Today’s post feels a little wander-y but my point is: IT’S TIME.  It’s time to do something about it.  Look around you and how your weight is effecting every part of your life.  You’ve been telling yourself that it isn’t but take a good look.  Today.  Keep a list of all the things you change throughout your day because of your weight.  Make a list of all the people you’re doing it for.  Today is the day.  Do it.  NOW.

 

 

Rage Outs

On a weight loss journey, a lot of emotional issues may arise that you haven’t noticed before.  While your emotions adjust, it can expose a lot of things. Even now that I’ve lost the weight, I continually struggle with the mental side.  I’m going to go back and write about a problem I was having this past winter.  At the time, I was too embarrassed about it to write about it publicly or properly.  Now I think is the right time.

In October/November of 2014, I was experiencing what I called ‘Rage Outs’.  Most of you might think you know what I’m talking about.  Most women have less control over their emotions during ‘that time’ but this was much much worse.  They usually happened at the gym, strangely enough, and on rare occasion at home.  Something would happen that was out of my control.  That was usually the trigger.  When I’m not in control, I tend to freak out.  But this would be over little, seemingly insignificant things.  All of the sudden, I could feel my brain go red. I could see and feel myself getting so mad that I felt ‘out of my body.’  I know the ladies know the feeling when you can see and hear yourself being ridiculous, but you can’t do anything about it.Anger-Rage-Photo-11

 

The ‘Rage Outs’ got way worse than just PMS.  I would be OUT OF CONTROL.  I would hit things, throw things, scream inside till I couldn’t breathe, want to hurt myself or someone else.  They would usually last about 15 minutes and then I would be exhausted but clear-minded.  It was like I was two people: The Hulk and Bruce Banner and one couldn’t control the other. At first I only got them every two or three weeks.  Then I was having them every week. I was embarrassed to talk to my friends and family about it so I tried a couple different things that I thought would work.  First I tried just separating myself from everyone when I was about to go red.  This didn’t really help.  It helped me not do it publicly, but the length and frequency didn’t decrease.

I decided something must be missing that used to fill me emotionally.  This year I switched from being a music teacher to being a drama teacher.  While I LOVE my job, I was really missing the music.  I missed playing the piano and singing all day long. So I thought maybe I was missing my creative outlet.  I asked Santa for a piano for Christmas thinking it would allow me to fill that creative hole.  As soon as we got the piano I printed out all my favorite songs and played for hours.  I made sure to play almost everyday for a little while.  At first, I thought it was working.  I went an extra week without having a rage out.  However, come January, it started all over again just like before. The piano wasn’t working either.

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And then it happened.  The Rage Out that scared me to death.  Dan and I were having a fight.  I can’t recall what it was about but I’m pretty sure it was about dinner or doing the dishes.  I ‘raged out’ quicker than I could control or even feel it.  0 to Hulk in 2 seconds flat.  There was no time to separate myself or pause the fight before I’d already lost it.  I took a swing at my own husband.  I’ve never ever hit him or really even wanted to.  But that night I did.  Even though I didn’t hit him and caught myself at the last second, I was so embarrassed.  Without any discussion, I grabbed my running shoes and headed for the park. I ran two crying, yelling, furious miles before I cooled down.  When I got back home, I finally admitted what had been going on and that I didn’t know what to do.

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Sometimes I think the universe or God or whatever you believe is in control knows better than you do.  In January, the gym I was at got a new boxing trainer, Jameson Bostic.  After our first or second class together, Jameson approached me about private training sessions.  I’d never thought about taking boxing as my main fitness activity.  I just liked mixing it in with everything else.  I felt like I was a fighter on the inside or maybe in a past life because boxing was my favorite class all week.  I was hoping that taking private sessions would help my rage outs and the hubby agreed we should give it a try.

And it worked.

Ever since my first private training session, I haven’t experienced a Rage Out.  In the first month of training I could feel my mind try to take me to red but I had the control to bring myself back down before going off the edge.  Now I don’t even feel myself getting to that place anymore.  I think it’s for a few reasons.  Boxing everyday, or close to it, gives me time when it’s ok to be out of control.  It’s ok to get mad and punch and yell.  If you don’t give it enough sass then you’re called a sissy and sent back to your spot.  It gives me time to dig out that fighter side of me and let it loose.  I was worried that boxing so often would make me want to box in my real life, like it would be the solution to any problem, but the opposite has happened.  Because I do get that time to be out of control, I’m able to control my emotions outside of the ring so much better.

While it is still embarrassing to write about such a lack of control over my emotions, I’m hoping there’s someone out there that’s experienced the same thing.  You CAN control your rage without medication or therapy.  Try fitness!

 

I Heart Boxing

I’ve now been taking private and semi-private boxing lessons for 6 months with Jameson Bostic and DaVarryl Williamson at PunchDenverBoxing. (Like them on Facebook Here!) I haven’t been writing about it much since my focus has been running. But I can absolutely, 100%, without-a-doubt say that I love it!  Every athlete has a preferred sport and mine is definitely boxing.  When I say that I’m in boxing training, people think that I’m doing kickboxing.  This is not the case. There’s no Tae-bo or jump kicks.  There’s no booty shaking or dance cardio mix. There’s only perfect technique and training. While running comes in a close second, my heart and mind are always excited to walk in to the boxing gym. You can read all about the health benefits of boxing: here.  But I have to say, that’s only a small part of the reason why I love it.

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Boxing classes go faster than any other type of class I’ve taken.  At my gym, PunchDenverBoxing at Touch ‘Em Up, they hold semi-private sessions every night.  A few times a week I also get a private lesson from my trainer, Jameson Bostic.  Whether I’m working with a small group or by myself, the hour goes so quickly.  Most of the time it goes so fast that I stay for a second class :). We start with exercises such as: running, pull ups, push ups, agility work, tricep dips, ab wheels, hula hooping and always plenty of sit ups.  Each night is a little different.  Sometimes we flip tires or do box jumps.  It just depends on the night and the abilities of the group.  Then we get into the punching.  We usually work long combinations with mitts but sometimes do bag work or speed drills.  No matter what, there’s always something to be doing or working on. There’s never time to just stand around and catch your breath. But after almost six months now, I feel very strong at boxing and can see how it’s bled over into my everyday life. Here’s my top four reasons for loving boxing:

 

1.  I’m never perfect

In boxing there are so many things to think about: Block your face, elbows in, full extension, foot work, pivot, height……..My gym wants it perfect, every time.  At first boxing made me feel totally inadequate. Today my punches aren’t fast enough, yesterday they were too high, tomorrow the will probably be too low.  It’s hard for me not to be perfect.  It’s hard to realize that even when you’re trying 150%, sometimes your body just can’t do what you’re telling it to do.  But when you’re arms are tired and you’ve done this same combination 10 times already, hearing “Perfect” from your trainer is all worth it.  When you hear the sound a good right hand makes on a mitt, you want to hear it over and over. Boxing teaches me that I can’t always be perfect.  Things can go wrong at the last second but with training you can figure out how to improve on the mistake that you’ve made.fighter+not+a+lover

 

2.  More than just punching

I also love that it isn’t just about punching.  When using proper technique, boxing exercises your whole body.  It takes a ton of control to punch with accuracy.   There’s footwork, breathing, stance and eye contact to think about all outside of the punch you’re about to throw.  Then there is the combination to remember and which punch to throw when.  It’s an accumulation of so many muscles working together that the punch is just a small part of the equation.

3.  Mind Control

It’s really hard to hear “Nope”, “Not good enough”, “How many times have I told you” and so on from your coach.  Really hard.  But it’s worth it to keep going to get the one “Perfect”.  I like being motivated through yelling and being held to a standard no matter what.  I don’t want a coach who accepts my ‘good enough’ attitude when I give it.  I need to be pushed. Because I get this mental practice at the gym, I find it happens in my everyday life at work and at home.  Some people might think that training to be a fighter makes you a fighter all the time.  I’ve found the opposite to be true. Throughout the day I’m calmer.  It’s easier for me to step outside a situation and see it for what it really is.  My demeanor is overall calmer and less stressed because of boxing.

4.  It’s freaking fun

Boxing makes you feel tough!  I now walk around at night with no worries.  I know that if a situation gets out of control, I can defend myself.  Boxing is just fun!  It’s fun for me to see a grown man wince from my punch in the ring.  It’s awesome to get the loudest right hand of the night. It’s fun to watch fights on TV or live and actually know what’s going on.  Boxing is the most fun sport I’ve ever done and I can see myself doing it for quite some time!

 

 

 

Goal-less……

Sorry for the lapse in posts but…..I haven’t felt like posting about anything. I’m feeling very lost and confused the past few weeks and I’ve been trying to sort it out all while finishing the school year. I’ve been in a funk every since finishing the race and I think I’ve narrowed down my problem to: Post Race Depression.

Post Race Depression

Post race depression is a real thing.  After my first 5K, I felt like I could do anything.  Each race after that has not been the same high.  All through my training for the half marathon, I thought about what is was going to feel like to cross the finish line.  I thought I would cry my eyes out.  I thought I might collapse in an emotional mess. But….neither happened.  I was overjoyed to cross the line but not because it felt like a huge milestone, because it meant the race was over!  I already knew I could finish the race and had no doubts about crossing the line.  I’d already run that distance and several other distances that I never thought I could do.  So, even though I felt awesome and superhuman that day, it was also a relief to have it over with. And now I’m struggling.

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I was thinking about training or actually training for the half marathon since around February.  So for 4 months, that’s all I thought about.  While I was continuing with boxing training, running came first.  I had to watch what I did at boxing so it didn’t affect my running. I would even stay at the gym for double classes to keep my endurance up for the race.  I would think about running when I got up and all through the day.  When something stressed my out at work, I would store it away for when I ran.  When I needed a minute to calm myself, I thought about running in the cool breeze on mile 8.  It’s been both motivating and calming me for the few months.

And now the race is over.

I’ve run several times since the race but often find that I don’t really care or like it.  Since there’s no long term goal, it’s harder to push myself.  My pacing has stayed the same and the run still feels good but…..it feels like there’s no point.  I DO NOT want to train for a full marathon so I feel like I’ve already met all my goals with running.  I do have other small goals like running longer intervals and breaking the 30 minute mark in a 5K but these feel so attainable that they don’t really feel like goals anymore.

Every goal I have taken on with my health and fitness has felt insurmountable until I’ve done it. Losing 145 pounds? Done.  5 pull ups? Done.  Running a 5K without stopping? Done.  Running a half marathon? Done. Feeling fit? Done.  Feeling like I fit in at the gym? Done. Wearing size 6 jeans? Done.  Posting a freaking picture of me in a bathing suit? Done. Feeling beautiful and confident most of the time? Done. Maintaining my weight? Done.

So what do I do now? Every goal I can think to set feels attainable now.  There’s very little that I can’t make my body and mind do.  My body responds to whatever task I give it.  It’s not that I’m trying to say that I’m so awesome and anything is easy now.  It’s not.  But I now have so much confidence in my ability as an athlete that any goal seems attainable.  While this would bring a high to some people, I get the high after the accomplishment.  Knowing that I could do anything isn’t enough for me.

So what now?

 

Tips for Running in PAINT

On April 25th, I ran the Graffiti Run in Denver.  My friends and I had picked out this race months in advance because we had always wanted to do one.

What is the Graffiti Race?

There are many races like the graffiti run and they are mostly all the same.  Everyone wears white and you throw ‘paint’ before you run, while you run, and after.  If you are hoping to get in and out of this race and be clean, you SHOULD NOT attend.  The paint is more like chalk dust that gets everywhere. It was very fun in the moment, not so fun afterwards.

The Race

My friend, Thomas Elio, and I have have both been training for the Colfax Half Marathon.  So when I signed up for this race, so did he.  We trash talked about it for weeks of who would win.  11174869_10206763837365113_7163818040745858356_nWe also went with my friend Melissa and her hubby.  My hubby was demoted to photographer since he injured his foot.  He was SUPER disappointed not to run with the rest of us. The race was at Mile High Stadium in Denver through the parking lot.  Parking sucked!

When we made it to the starting line, we waited for the usual 10-15 minutes while they sent out waves of runners.  I was already feeling kinda yucky: my lungs felt full of chalk, my mouth was dry from it and I felt like I was looking through sand.  We had only begun the paint adventure.  While you are running the course, you run through ‘color zones’ and earn a new color each time until you make it to the end. In the first color zone, a kid volunteer threw and entire handful of ‘paint’ right at my face and it filled my entire mouth. I was then spitting pink to clear my mouth.

ONCE AGAIN, the miles were not marked.  How hard is it? This is the second race I’ve run with NO MARKERS.  Thank goodness I was running my Nike+ app and knew how far I was.  Thomas and I stayed together for the first mile or so.  Then I got caught in a group of people that would not get out of the way.  Do they know what a race is? I quickly lost sight of Thomas and knew I’d lost.  I tried to just have fun running the distance, seeing the sights, and trying to avoid huge chunks of paint.

When I reached mile 2.5 I knew something was off.  I could see the finish line but still had almost a mile to go!  But……the race was only actually 2.8 miles, not a 5K.  Wait to go Graffiti Run.  Major Fail. But I ran the race fairly quickly considering how many people were in the way and still lost to Thomas.

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Tips

Cover Your Mouth – While registering for the race, you could purchase a face covering and I thought “Bah! Who cares!” You will care.  Trust me!  Thomas was nice enough to bring an extra handkerchief and I would have died without it.  I inhaled SO much chalk through my mouth and nose that it was hard to run sometimes even with my mouth covered.  Seriously, you’ll want to. My boogers and ears were black for two days.

Wear Glasses – Same reasoning as above.  You’ll want to keep as much debris out of your eyes as possible.  While I never felt like I had to take my contacts out, it was sometimes hard to see.

White Will Dye – Someone warned me about this before the race.  ANYTHING a light color or white will get dyed.  Including headphone cords.  So if you don’t want it dyed, don’t wear it.  I wore a yellow sports bra that is now kinda green in some places because it’s all I had.  Immediately after this race I bought a cheap-o bra for events like this so I don’t ruin a good bra again.  Even parts of my skin where I sweat, like arm pits and toes were dyed for a few days.

Shoes and Pants Ok – I purposely wore my worst pair of shoes and pants that were too big in case they got ruined.  However, my black pants were just fine after one wash.  Either it didn’t soak in or you just can’t see it.  My shoes, which were mostly gray, came out too.  I clapped them around afterwards and most of the paint fell right out.  Anything that get’s wet WILL DYE.  I also brought an extra pair of clothes so I could strip in the parking lot before getting in my friend’s car.  THINK THIS THROUGH before you leave the house!  They gave us car seat covers at registration, but they turned out to be mostly useless.

Fun! – The race was definitely fun for a one time event.  However, it was quite messy and I’m not very good at messy.  By the time I’d showered and felt human again, the race took up the whole morning and afternoon.  Just remember to plan extra time to clean up afterwards.  I would do a race like this in the future, but not anytime soon!  I’ll stick with fun that can be cleaned up faster!

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I’m A (Half) Marathoner!

Yesterday was the big race.  It was such a huge experience physically and mentally.  I’m not even really sure how to start this post…….let’s just go through the whole day.

Morning Of…….

One of my greatest concerns about the race was the time.  The race began at 6:45 AM!  I am a night runner and I was greatly concerned about running at a different time.  Also, I had to get up super early to get breakfast.  During my practice run, I had ‘runners stomach’ from my breakfast. I’d gone out on a limb and tried something new for breakfast. There was a point where I HAD to walk a mile to get to a bathroom.   So I had been getting all kinds of advice on what to eat.  In the end though, I ate my usual breakfast because I knew what to expect.  I didn’t know if a bagel and cream cheese would carry  me the whole race, but it did.  I didn’t want to change anything the morning of.  I got up at 5:15am and walked to our local Starbucks.  I got the usual coffee and a bagel.  When we got home, I put on my race clothes, and we headed to the race. It all seemed like it happened REALLY quickly.  I was lucky enough that the start and finish were in City Park, across the street from my house.  I arrived at the race around 6:30 AM to find my “corral”.  When you sign up for the race, you have to say how fast you think you’ll run.  I did NOT end up in the right corral.  More on that later.  My friend, Thomas Elio, who was running as well was way ahead of my wave, so we didn’t get to run together.

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The Just Before

I was feeling really emotional all morning.  I was anxious and nervous.  I wanted to be excited but I had a hard time.  My stomach was in knots and I was kind of dreading the whole thing.  I wasn’t experiencing self doubt.  I kind of didn’t want it to be over? I knew I could do it.  I just didn’t feel at my best and it made me even more nervous.  Vicious cycle. When we finally got to the race and found my place in line, I asked my hubby to leave.  Even though it would be 15-20 minutes before I started, I just wanted to be alone.  In that time I thought about where I have come from and everything I’ve accomplished already.  Even though I was worried about being happy with my run, I knew I had accomplished something amazing before I’d even begun.  As I approached the start line, my eyes filled with tears thinking about what I was about to do.  I know it seems so corny but it still happens.  I was once again going to accomplish something I NEVER thought I could do.  Then I had to suck up my emotions so I could actually run.  So I blasted my Eminem and got to business.

The First Miles

Someone had already warned me that the first three miles would fly by and they really did.  You spend so much time trying not to kick the people around you and weave in and out that you don’t even realize how much has passed.  I ran through my first two rests because I simply didn’t need them.  The pack was traveling so slowly that I hadn’t even broken a sweat yet.  After the first few miles everyone starts to drift apart and you can find your stride.  Mile 2 was my fastest mile of the whole race.  One thing I was also worried about was being able to find my zone.  Usually in races I’m so distracted that I have trouble following my timer and can’t find the zone.  This didn’t happen.  Because the race was so long, nearly everyone was a serious runner and was there to run the best they could.

Middle Miles

The middle miles are always where I lose track of where I am. I know it seems silly to say, but there are points where I actually forget which mile I’m in.  I regularly run 4-5 miles.  I’m very comfortable with this distance and know how it feels without thinking about it.  My body falls into rhythm pretty easily.  By the time I got to mile 6, I knew I was running strong.  My intervals were good.  My body felt good and mentally I felt even better.  By the time 6.5 miles hits, which is halfway, I knew I could do it.  I completely forgot miles 6-10.   I know this seems crazy, especially to those that don’t run.  But I just lost track.  I don’t remember hearing my time for mile 7 or 8.  At this point, I’m just running.  The intervals feel shorter (even though they aren’t) and my body is relaxed.  I also get to eat during this part of the race, which distracts me from thinking about how much farther I need to go.  I ate during mile 7-8 this time which is my usual.  I knew I had to eat before I got to the next water station. So I did, just in time to drink again.  They had water stations every two miles, which of course I had pre-trained myself for.  The water was cold and glorious every time!

The Death Miles

Most runners have a mileage they hate.  For me it’s mile 9 to 10.  At this point I’ve eaten so i should feel better right?  Usually my body feels fine at this point but I’m starting to get bored. Every time I’ve run more than 10 miles, I hate mile 9..  I’m thinking, “Seriously, how much farther?” It didn’t’ happen in the race.

When I got to mile 9, it was the first time I could think about the end.  At this point we had turned around in the race and were headed back West down Colfax.  This is totally awesome for two reasons.  1) Westward in Colorado always means you’re facing the mountains, which were beautiful that morning. 2) I’m running towards home.  There are two high rise condo buildings near my awesome historical 1920s building in City Park.  It’s awesome because I can always orientate myself home.  Since the race started and ended near my house, it felt like running home.  So I ignored the street signs (because of course I know the order to home) and just put my head down and ran.  Run. Water. Run.  Here’s what my mind goes through those last three miles.

“You run three miles all the time.  This isn’t the worst you’ve ever felt.  You can do that!  At the next mile marker, you only have two miles to go!  Two miles left? Sure thing……………..Mile 11!  Only two more miles to go!  You can run two miles with your eyes closed!  So what that you already ran 11.  EMINEM…..You’re good.  The next mile marker you see means you only have one mile left!  One mile? Phissshhhh. That’s nothing. Mile 12.  Holy crap.  You’re almost done.  Only one mile.  Less than now. Even less now.  LAST MILE!”

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Crossing the Finish Line

The last few minutes of the race SUCKED.  The finish line feels so close, but it’s still pretty far away. In your head your thinking, “Really? 13.1? It couldn’t be 13….or 12.8? Who decides this anyway?” But then it’s about to happen.  I ran the last 200 yards pretty quickly so that it would be over!  I remember looking for my husband, who had already preplanned where he would be.  And then I crossed the line.  And the truth is…..nothing happened.  I didn’t change forever.  I didn’t find a new inner peace.  I didn’t become someone new.  I simply finished the race I’d been training to run because the truth is (and I have to admit I stole this from my trainer 😉 ) the real work was in the training; the race is the reward.  It was in the training that I became a runner.  It was during the training that I could feel my life changing.  That’s when I was becoming someone new, not in the single moment when I crossed the line.

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After the Race Chaos

Wow.  I had no idea.  The first thing I did when I crossed was find my husband and hug him.  I teared up a little because of what I’d just done.  He kissed me and said how proud he was.  Then you get your medal.  They just had them to you like no big deal.  I thought I’d have to bow or scan my badge or be knighted by the queen but…..they just hand them to you.  I’ll let this slide because it was a firefighter.  Then the free stuff comes.  The next thing you know you’re getting three bottles of water and a tote bag.  You apparently put the bottles in said tote.  Then you get stickers and soda and granola bars and Gatorade and jelly beans and coupons and braclets and frizbees and pretzels and banans and whoa.  CAN A GIRL JUST SIT DOWN?  You know what the only post-race need they don’t meet IMMEDIATELY after crossing the finish line? A CHAIR.  The swag after a race like this is incredible.  Too bad I have “runner’s brain’ and can’t process half of what’s going on except that I’m being shuffled down this aisle of free stuff and I’m separated from my hubby who’s the only person I DO want to see? Luckily I made it to the end of the ‘tunnel of swag’ and found not only my hubby but THREE of my other favorite people there to support me.  It was an incredible feeling to have everyone there together!11245499_10102683851142899_7594340060365167657_n

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Overall I was ecstatic about how I ran the race.  I had lose times that I wanted to get and I hit them all!  My official time though my tracker was 2:20:18 which I will take ALL. DAY. LONG! I only rested during my timed rests and never once took an extra one.  I ran strong mentally and physically!  I couldn’t have been happier!

After a race, don’t forget to thank those around you.  Everyone in my life was affected by my running schedule or at minimum my incessant need to talk about running.  I hope everyone around me knows how much I appreciate their love and support.  I know everyone always thinks I’m the one that’s strong, but it’s only because I have such support that I’m able to succeed at anything.

 

One Week Countdown

Here I am, one week from the big race.  I feel like every single post lately is about running! So today I just wanted to write about how I was feeling in general.  No flashy pics.  No gimmicks. Just honesty.

I hope there is a time when I look back and realize that running a half marathon was no big deal.  But for right now, it seems like a HUGE deal. When I first set this goal, in January, I thought I’d accomplish it by maybe October or so.  Then I ran a really strong 5K in January.  Then I ran a 7K in March and realized if I just trained, I could probably push myself into running the Colfax Half Marathon.  There are two big marathons straight through Denver.  One in May and the other in October.  Even when I’d signed up and paid the money to run in May, I didn’t know if I could or would do it.  I also didn’t know how it would change everyone around me at the same time. I knew it would take a lot of changes and mental work.

One huge change I made was gyms.  I haven’t written about this much for the sensitivity of both businesses.  However, I think it’s time.  At my previous gym, I felt maxed out.  I knew I could still choose to push myself hard and do more.  I could have run before or after classes but I didn’t really want to.  I was happy with how my body looked and didn’t want to lift more.  I just wanted to be faster, trimmer, and work on my endurance.  There wasn’t a lot of room for that where I was.  Since there was only one class offered a day, I would show up for class and then do a little additional work.

Since I had already started boxing training, I was wanting more and more.  I had loved boxing class for a long time and found it to be the highlight of my week.  Then when I added private sessions, I wanted to box all the time.  So, that’s what I do now.  I joined a different gym where boxing is 24/7.  They have classes all day long.  If there’s no class then there’s always someone to work out with.  I still get my private sessions a few times a week.  I NEVER knew I could work out for three hours until I started at Punch Denver Boxing @ Touch ‘Em Up because I’d never had the chance. So in mid-March I made the switch and although it was a hard one, it was absolutely the best choice.  Once my boxing endurance was stretched to two hours, my running endurance stretched to two hours and beyond.

I’m now faster, trimmer and more fit than I was before.  My physique is even better than before despite a few injuries I’ve had along the way that required workout adjustments. Boxing is what I needed to become a runner.  I think I could have done the marathon while training at my old gym, but I think it would have been A LOT harder to do it on my own.  My training team adjusts my workouts based on how much I’ve run or if there’s a race coming up.  I couldn’t tailor my classes before.

This post is getting off track…………..

Running has given me a lot of time to work on my mentality.  There’s so much time to just think!  I have found it’s easier to just stop and think in every area of life now, because I’m a runner.  Running and boxing have gone hand in hand with mental work.

This past week, I felt off all week.  I didn’t feel confident in the gym; I wasn’t sleeping through the night.  It rained EVERY SINGLE DAY for the last two weeks.  There’s only a few weeks of school left.  Everyone is stressed and crazy.  I felt like I’d never make it to Friday.  BUT then I ran.  On Thursday night it was finally clear for a few hours.  Dan and I laced up our shoes and went for our first couple run in over a month. (His foot is healed!)  We ran 4 REALLY fast miles.  I got my personal best on 1K, 5K and 1 mile.  It felt so good to run that I could’ve cried when we were done.  That night I slept like a baby and felt less stressed about everything.

I didn’t know how much me running would change everyone around me.  Because I run, so does my hubby, my friends and even co-workers.  Dan now runs with me and is talking about us running the Rock and Roll Half Marathon in October.  Several of my friends have gotten back into running, or realized that they could run further than they thought all because I can.  I even started a Friday Fun Run club at my work because I wanted to encourage others to run.  I never realized that losing 135 pounds seems unreal to most people.  They can’t understand how much that is unless they are morbidly obese too.  But everyone knows what it feels like to run a mile.  Most people in Denver know how far a 5K is.  I never knew running would be such a common thread to talk to people about or influence people to start making better choices.

3 months ago, I never would have been confident about running a half marathon.  I still wasn’t confident about running a 5K, but now, I feel awesome.  I KNOW that I can cross that finish line.  I KNOW that I can push myself to do it.  I KNOW that I’ll feel proud to cross that line.  I KNOW I’ll earn that medal.  I KNOW that I’m a runner and it feels so damn good!