Monday, April 16, 2012
Boot Camp - 1 down
40 people divided into teams of 10. The instructors asked for volunteers to be team leaders from military and rescue personnel. One of the only non-depressing parts of this was that I was not the last person picked. ::phew:: It was really like kickball all over again.
Here's the workout of the day (WOD in Crossfit speak)... We warmed up by running (or in my case run/walk/jog/cry) 800 meters. Then we did relays of walking like a bear for a distance I couldn't tell you and sprinting back; broad jump the same distance and sprinting back and then lunge walks the distance and then sprint back. Each of these we did two times each. The losing teams then had to do burpees as punishment. In between sessions. I pretty much sucked at all of this, but the lunging was far and away the worst. I have always sucked, sucked, sucked at lunges. And then to have to do them while walking? And to have to touch the knee to the ground? I mean, they had minimal work-around -- one girl had to go back because her lunges were improper. I almost cried at the thought of that. Luckily, praise the Gods, they had some pity on the fat girl and for my second round my team leader Leah came and helped me through it. SO awesome!
Then we went into the gym. Because all of that was on the asphalt. Photos of knee to follow, but I can't complain because we had some bleeders. I think they're a lot more bad ass than my princess self and didn't mind the blood. Good for them.
So, in the gym, we were told that the box jump is the most basic Crossfit move. And in all of the Crossfit stuff you see on the web, this is one of the most common things done. I literally could not do this. It was mortifying. Finally, one of our awesome trainers took pity on me and told me to just step on it. I wanted to jump on that box so bad I could taste it. I could literally feel the box under my feet in my head. But trying to tell that to my ass and gravity was just not working out... Maybe Wednesday?
We partner up. Of course Tina and I partnered up. The routine is box jump for a minute, squats for a minute, then push-ups for a minute. You do 3 rounds of that then switch off.
And when you see written down what we did, it doesn't seem like much. Yet, by the faces of the people in the room, it was a lot. I know that when I almost puked, I (to steal Tina's line) realized I had never worked out a day in my life. Not even in the body challenge. Or at least, my body forgot the body challenge.
I'm not going to quit. I have 11 more sessions plus the challenge day and I am going to get through this.
And then I may never work out again. :) Just kidding -- I hope!
I'll talk about my diet next time I write, because that has been quite the adventure.
I'd hug you but I can't lift my arms,
Heather
Here's the workout of the day (WOD in Crossfit speak)... We warmed up by running (or in my case run/walk/jog/cry) 800 meters. Then we did relays of walking like a bear for a distance I couldn't tell you and sprinting back; broad jump the same distance and sprinting back and then lunge walks the distance and then sprint back. Each of these we did two times each. The losing teams then had to do burpees as punishment. In between sessions. I pretty much sucked at all of this, but the lunging was far and away the worst. I have always sucked, sucked, sucked at lunges. And then to have to do them while walking? And to have to touch the knee to the ground? I mean, they had minimal work-around -- one girl had to go back because her lunges were improper. I almost cried at the thought of that. Luckily, praise the Gods, they had some pity on the fat girl and for my second round my team leader Leah came and helped me through it. SO awesome!
Then we went into the gym. Because all of that was on the asphalt. Photos of knee to follow, but I can't complain because we had some bleeders. I think they're a lot more bad ass than my princess self and didn't mind the blood. Good for them.
So, in the gym, we were told that the box jump is the most basic Crossfit move. And in all of the Crossfit stuff you see on the web, this is one of the most common things done. I literally could not do this. It was mortifying. Finally, one of our awesome trainers took pity on me and told me to just step on it. I wanted to jump on that box so bad I could taste it. I could literally feel the box under my feet in my head. But trying to tell that to my ass and gravity was just not working out... Maybe Wednesday?
We partner up. Of course Tina and I partnered up. The routine is box jump for a minute, squats for a minute, then push-ups for a minute. You do 3 rounds of that then switch off.
And when you see written down what we did, it doesn't seem like much. Yet, by the faces of the people in the room, it was a lot. I know that when I almost puked, I (to steal Tina's line) realized I had never worked out a day in my life. Not even in the body challenge. Or at least, my body forgot the body challenge.
I'm not going to quit. I have 11 more sessions plus the challenge day and I am going to get through this.
And then I may never work out again. :) Just kidding -- I hope!
I'll talk about my diet next time I write, because that has been quite the adventure.
I'd hug you but I can't lift my arms,
Heather
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Post Boot Camp post
Sooo, yesterday was the orientation for my Crossfit Boot Camp experience. I don't think fear begins to describe the emotion that I am having. Because yesterday was just the orientation. There wasn't even a "real" work-out, just the fitness test. Which, by the way, if they were grading, I probably failed. (Nothing like falling over during squats to really shine, huh?) But this is why I'm so scared -- that was just the initial test and today I can hardly walk. I'm actively mentally fighting my inner hater voice that says there's no freaking way I can do this. The warm-up is a quarter mile run, I could barely do that when I was going to the gym every day. And they repeatedly said that the fitness test was NOTHING compared to the real work-outs.
What was the fitness test? All the squats you can do in a minute, all the push-ups you can do in a minute, all the sit-ups in one minute, a broad jump and a timed 800 meter run. The run almost killed me, especially after the squats. (At least now I know that's equivalent to half a mile, so I feel pretty good that I at least didn't actually die while doing it. But then I think -- it's only half a mile and I'm proud I didn't die??)
Their blog mentions a fireman's carry. Is it even legal to ask someone to carry someone as big as me when there is no actual fire??
And then there is the diet... They have a really strict caveman diet they expect you to follow, and they're borderline religious about it. Luckily, BFF Tina has agreed to go on this journey with me and she'll be staying here for the next few weeks so that may make it easier. Or harder. It will make it something. We'll find out on May 11 when it's all over.
I am going to do the best I can to follow the food program, but giving up milk and dairy products is going to be the hardest part. Mostly because I'm in total denial about the giving up alcohol part. There's already one known fall of the wagon because I'm going to Sertoma next weekend and I would honestly rather stay fat forever then not have fun at that. Sad, but so true.
Anyways, there's no whining allowed at CrossFit. But no one ever said I couldn't go on the internet machine and do it here in the privacy of my blog! :)
If I can lift my arms, I will continue to keep you posted...
Heather
Monday, April 2, 2012
If only changing my mind burned calories
So, our neighbors/friends/partners in bad behavior are joining a Crossfit Boot Camp starting this month. And when they told me this, I am not making this up -- I actually felt a little jealous. Maybe even more than a little. And then I realized that there was no reason that I could not join along.
Other than my total complete terror.
So I just decided to pretend that didn't exist and I have just given them my credit card number and signed up.
Yeah, the terror is still there. Here is a link to their website. It's burpees and push-ups and all of the things I'm not great at and mortified of being mocked about being bad about.
Plus I have this biggest loser fear of puking.
But, I did the body challenge at our gym and never completely died of shame. [Sidenote: that particular post is very bittersweet to me, since I had such aspirations of being under 200 and this is still a goal I have not met. Not that I'm super-actively trying or anything, but I digress into beating myself up.] This seems like it is going to be much, much harder. But if I was looking for a kickstart, this should be it, right?
So, consequently I won't be swimming yet. The boot camp is :::gulp::: three nights a week from 7:30 to 8:45 (extra 15 minutes puking time thrown in, apparently) and that's the timeframe I was planning on swimming and lessons, et cetera. The orientation is Saturday the 14th and then the classes start that Monday.
And they end the night of my 39th birthday. Exercise til you puke instead of party til you puke, huh? I'm so freaking mature! :)
Have a great Monday -- I'm off work and trying to figure out how to waste my day since I just got up...
hugs,
Heather
Other than my total complete terror.
So I just decided to pretend that didn't exist and I have just given them my credit card number and signed up.
Yeah, the terror is still there. Here is a link to their website. It's burpees and push-ups and all of the things I'm not great at and mortified of being mocked about being bad about.
Plus I have this biggest loser fear of puking.
But, I did the body challenge at our gym and never completely died of shame. [Sidenote: that particular post is very bittersweet to me, since I had such aspirations of being under 200 and this is still a goal I have not met. Not that I'm super-actively trying or anything, but I digress into beating myself up.] This seems like it is going to be much, much harder. But if I was looking for a kickstart, this should be it, right?
So, consequently I won't be swimming yet. The boot camp is :::gulp::: three nights a week from 7:30 to 8:45 (extra 15 minutes puking time thrown in, apparently) and that's the timeframe I was planning on swimming and lessons, et cetera. The orientation is Saturday the 14th and then the classes start that Monday.
And they end the night of my 39th birthday. Exercise til you puke instead of party til you puke, huh? I'm so freaking mature! :)
Have a great Monday -- I'm off work and trying to figure out how to waste my day since I just got up...
hugs,
Heather
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Next week begins yet another chapter in my attempt to find a workout that works out for me...
I'm taking swimming lessons. Remember last year, when I said I had a crazy goal of wanting to do a triathlon? Well, one of the things that's important is being able to swim. And while I could be thrown in a pool and not drown, it's not graceful and I can't swim above water.
This has embarrassed me for as long as I can remember.
SO embarrassed that I am willing to overcome my mortification of having my fat ass learn to swim from some athletic 20 something girl.
Wish me luck!
Also, even though I have done little to nothing in the way of exercise, have made no major changes in my diet, I am showing a 4lb loss this week. Crazy...
Short and sweet but stay tuned for my Nemo adventures...
I'm taking swimming lessons. Remember last year, when I said I had a crazy goal of wanting to do a triathlon? Well, one of the things that's important is being able to swim. And while I could be thrown in a pool and not drown, it's not graceful and I can't swim above water.
This has embarrassed me for as long as I can remember.
SO embarrassed that I am willing to overcome my mortification of having my fat ass learn to swim from some athletic 20 something girl.
Wish me luck!
Also, even though I have done little to nothing in the way of exercise, have made no major changes in my diet, I am showing a 4lb loss this week. Crazy...
Short and sweet but stay tuned for my Nemo adventures...
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
BREAKING FAT NEWS
I'm posting. I know that one of my readers will be VERY excited. Wait, I only have one reader... Awkward...
Well, as usual, too much good news has jinxed me. My PR on treadmill somehow lead to a setback in the desire to exercise category. I cannot get up in the morning anymore to go to the gym. I have tried every trick, but the extreme darkness after daylight savings time really makes it deeply difficult to rouse. (excuse) Then, I try to go to the gym after work but it seems like something better always comes up -- shocker! (excuse) Then, there was the pressure of the 500 mile group... I felt like I couldn't spend time on my beloved elliptical because it was taking away time from the dreadmill. Consequently, it was the same old same old and a lot of dread associated with going to the gym. (pretty much another excuse) So, exercise has not been the priority that I want it to become...
Until... My "best friend at work" (work joke) decided to start walking on her lunch break and has thus encouraged me to do so as well. We crank out a mile in about 20 minutes or so, which isn't great time but not bad considering our schnazzy clothes and our constant chatter. And hell, I'm walking a mile even if I am doing nothing else at all -- which is still pretty friggin' good. That means that I'm going to be getting in at least 4 miles a week, which is way better than I was doing.
So, now I gotta be honest about my diet. Get THAT together. But, Lord -- where to begin? As if I didn't know...
Here's the thing that's funny -- my weight has continued to stay exactly the same. Not up, not down -- just the same. If only I could be happy being this fat, I could TOTALLY maintain this easy. I got my hair cut short recently and people even thought I lost weight -- hilarious! Here's my latest weight loss tip -- grow your hair out a bit, then cut pretty short, repeat.
That's all I got for now. I'll write again when the mood strikes...
Heather
Well, as usual, too much good news has jinxed me. My PR on treadmill somehow lead to a setback in the desire to exercise category. I cannot get up in the morning anymore to go to the gym. I have tried every trick, but the extreme darkness after daylight savings time really makes it deeply difficult to rouse. (excuse) Then, I try to go to the gym after work but it seems like something better always comes up -- shocker! (excuse) Then, there was the pressure of the 500 mile group... I felt like I couldn't spend time on my beloved elliptical because it was taking away time from the dreadmill. Consequently, it was the same old same old and a lot of dread associated with going to the gym. (pretty much another excuse) So, exercise has not been the priority that I want it to become...
Until... My "best friend at work" (work joke) decided to start walking on her lunch break and has thus encouraged me to do so as well. We crank out a mile in about 20 minutes or so, which isn't great time but not bad considering our schnazzy clothes and our constant chatter. And hell, I'm walking a mile even if I am doing nothing else at all -- which is still pretty friggin' good. That means that I'm going to be getting in at least 4 miles a week, which is way better than I was doing.
So, now I gotta be honest about my diet. Get THAT together. But, Lord -- where to begin? As if I didn't know...
Here's the thing that's funny -- my weight has continued to stay exactly the same. Not up, not down -- just the same. If only I could be happy being this fat, I could TOTALLY maintain this easy. I got my hair cut short recently and people even thought I lost weight -- hilarious! Here's my latest weight loss tip -- grow your hair out a bit, then cut pretty short, repeat.
That's all I got for now. I'll write again when the mood strikes...
Heather
Monday, March 5, 2012
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