Thursday, October 20, 2011

MaeCare Day 4

Spending time with grandpa yesterday cut into our playground time, so I made a deal with Mae, no park because we have to go to the pet store but you can have a fish. Meet, 'Girl', her male Beta. She is very happy. 

Mae and I are on our own again for most of the day. I can't say I am the best food provider. For breakfast she had corn chips and a carrot with ranch dip and apple juice. Now she is watching a Tinker Bell movie and double fisting old ring pops. She gets one after each swim practice during the week but never finishes them, thus the leftovers. 

She is going to be part of  my workout today. Its nice out so I am going to carry her a couple miles to the pharmacy and back. A good upper body workout carrying her. Maybe get her on my shoulders and do a quarter mile of lunges. We've been working on a version of the press up that cheerleader squads do. She stands upright rigid and I do a clean and press by holding her calves. A core/balance workout for her, and I get to do 20 reps of a upright press while shes up there. Also thinking of trying to pull a wagon behind me, if she gets tired. Still thinking of how to tie it around my waist so its hands free while we walk. Some rope for waist and maybe duct tape to constrict the handle joint to keep it straight. 

Mo has football practice tonight and then I'll end the day after that with a special team meeting for future racing with AZTRICLUB. 

It's not enough to exist. I am going to live. 

 

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

So many places to post, so little time


Day 3 of Daddy led MaeCare. Split a pumpkin pie pop tart for breakfast. Watching Return to Neverland, again. (And for the hundredth time Mae, I can't find pixie dust). Hoping for a trip to Grandpas to say hello, the pet store for supply's & maybe some park time, (play for her, workout for me). Then a quick jump in the 'hot pool'/Jacuzzi to wash off the sand, Mac & Cheese for her and then nap. 


My neck has been jacked up since last Saturday, so even my limited training has been very painful. Jarring motions worse than muscles straining so no running. Mistress heard me vomiting from nausea when she got home from work and forced me to finally go see my good friend Dr. Banas at Banas Sports Therapy

Feel much better this morning and will try some endurance training on the treadmill. I can tell when I slack on my indoor running, (my pick up bonus running) when my DVR is backed up with multiple new episodes from shows I watch when I run. 

It's not enough to exist. I am going to live. 

Friday, October 7, 2011

Never saw me like that

I take time every day to find time to be alone and meditate. I focus internally, pray, give thanks to many people and things that have happened to me lately,  and generally just appreciate the fact that I can think, act and have fun for another day. Yesterday is the past, tomorrow isn't guaranteed, that's why today is called 'present'. And I like to acknowledge that. 

Often when I meditate I try to visualize myself accomplishing a task perfectly, either an important task for the day like making dinner and screwing up or if it is close to a race, I'll self talk and visualize myself from start to finish highlighting key areas of mental and physical toughness. It is rare that when I mediate I get creative sparks of inspiration or see visions that I was not prepared to consider. Yet when those happen they are like lightening bolts to me. And I had one the other day. 

I was sitting in all places my hot tub, not my usual spot. I had just started my mediation routine when out of nowhere I saw a vision of myself in my mind that was so real it was like a physical blow. I saw myself physically looking like nothing I had every accomplished before. It wasn't a fantasy version of adventure or attractiveness, I still looked like a cross between Quasimodo and the Elephant Man. It wasn't lying in a pool of blood or broken bones. It was just me. Transformed by the results of hard work and dedication that based on the training I have done in and out gym over 30 years I have never obtained, because I had never tried that path. The previous efforts had me going from one extreme or the other, power based or endurance athlete.  My vision was something else.Something better. Something greater. 

Since then I haven't been able to get the vision out of my mind. It has affected my eating, it has affected my training. I've completely rethought my training protocols for the rest of the year. In fact in that vision, I knew immediately how I got there. It was if someone from the future handed me a script of what to do, exercises and routines I had never done suddenly came to my mind as if I had done them for years. It has affected so much that even if I obtain half of the vision I will be successful. 

It blows me away at how much stronger the mind is than the body. If we only take the time to open ourselves up to the possibility that we don't know everything. 

It is not enough to exist. I am going to live. 

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Sabotage

It is always a fine line between sharing and protecting when you run a blog. While I am pretty open and honest about the ups and downs of my adventures and especially my endurance pursuits, I have debated about today's topic. However, as it as really affected my training and my personal life, I can think of nothing else to write about. After some meditation, I think I can say what I need to say, without triggering too many spiderbots and the reader will get it. 

For the last oh, 15 years or so, I've taken a pill everyday for a condition with my thyroid. Its a condition that affects millions of people around the world, I am not special, albeit 90% are female. Mistress says it is my body trying to express its feminine side.  In real life, I am not really shy about sharing this information but in that setting I know who I am speaking with and there is an implied sense of security or shared trust as conversations are a back and forth, give and take, and not posted forever online.

Based on years of conversation and research it seems the dose I get is pretty small.  So I didn't exactly care earlier this year when I ran out and the missed the doctors appointment required to test and refill my prescription for the next twelve months. I've missed days and an occasional week here and there with very little problem. Plus I can't stand doctors, hospitals, blood draws, all that crap. I've been through too many of those scenarios to conjure up rainbows and unicorns when the appointment draws near. I figured, "It's a small dose, what kind of problems could I have?"

Two months later, the longest period I have been without, I'm willing to admit I have completely SABOTAGED my body in the process of testing my limits. Nothing really new about that epiphany, is there.  It is not as if I have become a crippled invalid or unable to function in society. Hardly. But I have all the classic symptoms back and my frustration has trumped any hesitation I have about going to the doctors. So today I get tested and back on the program.

My symptoms are not uncommon, though everyone tends to exhibit different progression or regression of the common traits. I get cramps in my legs and back really easy, usually while sleeping, when I wake up it takes an hour to loosen up. Not so good when 90% of my exercise uses my lower body and I am used to early morning workouts. Totally lethargic. My usual sleep pattern is about 5.5 hours a night and never naps. Currently I sleep 9-10 hours a night, wake up exhausted, need to lay down mid day and I'm ready for bed at 8pm. There's some other symptoms worth mentioning but as those two points above really affect my day more than anything else.

So that sabotage is over. Back on the drug and back to hopefully a less sleepfull night and more energetic day. Less working out the night time leg cramp and more just working out cramping legs.

Its not enough to exist. I am going to live.  




Sunday, October 2, 2011

Getting to the bottom (& back up) of a Burpee

Burpees are known as the hardest cardiovascular exercises to perform in consecutive repetition. The term 'burpee', according to various online sources, is coined after an American psychologist Royal H. Burpee who in the late 1930's developed the Burpee test,consisting of a series of exercises performed in rapid succession, meant to measure agility and coordination. Further reading did not provide what the actual test movements were, so that leaves current definitions as a benchmark. 

To begin with, lets all agree that the foundation of a burpee is the squat thrust. This is done by dropping from a standing position into a frog like stance, kicking or thrusting both legs backwards entering a push up position, then bringing the legs back under the body and standing upright. Whether this is the entire definition of the exercise, or not, is debatable.  I'll begin the debate with two unimpeachable sources.

1. Oxford Dictionary definition: a physical exercise consisting of a squat thrust made from and ending in a standing position. 

2. The current Guinness Book of World Record holder for burpees is Mr. Patty Doyle from the United Kingdom. In 1994 he did 1,850 in one hour. According to Guinness, Mr. Doyle did not perform a push up or jump, therefore reverting to the Oxford definition. 

So two of the most widely accepted sources of definition and execution define a burpee as synonymous with the squat thrust. But wait a minute. Those are a bunch of Brits defining how to do a burpee. I'm an American. What do the pointy headed, 4-eyed, know-it-all's on this side of the pond say about how to do it right?  

Most people learn of the exercise for the first time in military basic training. Depending on branch of service, it may have been called a Burpee, or 8 count push up, 8 count squat thrust or some other permutation of titling.  Current US Army doctrine from manual TC 3-22.20 describes a  burpee as the 8 Count Push Up;  A squat thrust with two push ups in the middle. As an army veteran and a former Drill Instructor who taught PT, I certainly recall 'burpees' as called the 8 count squat thrust, which added a push up and jump (standing upright was position 1) to a squat thrust. 

In my opinion the real confusion on what does or does not constitute a burpee comes from a company called  Crossfit, or more specifically its affiliate gyms and individual advocates. Between local clubs having autonomy in workout protocols and individual acolytes interpreting the centralized online Workout Of the Day (WOD) and everyone videotaping how they do things, any yeah-hoo with a video camera can upload a clip with 'Burpees' in the title, diluting the subject by presenting hundreds of conflicting videos on the matter. 

My irritation is that this isn't really found in other affiliation groups or schools of thought. If someone practices yoga, a downward dog, warrior one pose or sun salutation is the same if its in a studio or someones living room. It is the same with martial arts. If you follow an  certain art, a follower can enter any dojo of that philosophy and with very little prompting from the Master, fall right into place based on a practiced consistency. 

The standard burpee, endorsed by Crossfit for years, mirrored the Army 8 Count Push Up. Thanks to internet videos, or perhaps a general lack of leadership, doctrine or care from the parent organization to not enforce a standard methodology, people started filming how they do the burpee and some variations have made it into common practice, all the while not denoting the change in their version of the exercise. Most notably is the change from a  push up, into a more fluid body drop into a prone position where the chest and thighs touch the ground. Another variation includes hand clapping at the apex of the jump, (which by the way is taken directly from the US Army jumping jack). 

Since Crossfit type WOD programs are often subjected to a posted time request as a method of  competition, my secondary issue of a push up and jump being considered burpee SOP, is followed by my disdain of change based on ego. Specifically I believe people who endorse substituting a prone body drop over the push up are muddying the waters of what historically is a considered a burpee in an effort to shave time, therefore they are creating short cuts and I consider the change unworthy. On the other hand, adding a hand clap to the jump should be prescribed as an additional movement in the description of burpee and not assumed a part of what is a classic technique. I won't deny hand clapping is a progression to a burpee, but I don't consider the body drop to prone a regression or progression, I consider it a mutation. 

I'm calling out Crossfit specifically because their model represents the standard of publishing WOD but I make this charge against all WOD programs that utilize burpees. This annotation style is nothing new as many WOD will describe if the burpee of the day includes using dumbbells, a weighted vest, pull ups or olympic rings, so why not 'drop into prone', or 'clap at top'? In comparison, I will say that Crossfit and most WOD publishers do an excellent job describing differences in doing pull ups in a circuit, using terms as kipping, straight arm or hanging to mention a few methods. I am just asking for either leadership from them or for anyone to step up and say, "Hey, for the burpee, this is what the standard is, and anything else needs to be considered a stated change." Is that too hard to ask? 

Why should there be clear definitions?  Is it really necessary? Well, depending on some of the WOD I receive from multiple sources, it makes a big difference on what the standard is. If the workout is to run 5 miles and perform 50 burpees per mile, the difference of those burpees including push ups, or not, really affects the time and outcome of that training day. If that WOD instructs the performer to do five sets of a six exercise circuit and the first exercise is 50 push ups and the last is 50 burpees, is the person doing 50 push up movements or 100 per circuit?  300 total or 600 total for the workout?  

At least the Brits, endorsed by Guinness have an definitive position, a burpee is a squat thrust. Maybe these should be called English burpees. The American burpee would follow the standard 8 count squat thrust the military and Crossfit (originally) endorsed. I'll make the concession that regardless of doing an English or American burpee the ability to include a push up and/or a jump is based on the progression or regression of the person doing the exercise. Any technique that allows someone to complete of a WOD and feel they didn't cheat themselves did it right that day. And if someone calls you out for not doing a push up, or body drop or jump or jump with a hand clap,  you can confidently state you did them according to Guinness standards. Now, is that a good thing or bad thing? 

It's not enough to exist, I am going to live. 

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Upcoming race: GORUCK Challenge.

On my computer desk is a stack of paper; spreadsheets, printed out calenders and scribbled notes of how I want to spend my weekends between now and the end of 2012.  A schedule of A, B & C races that if I sign up for just half of them, takes me around the country in my first ever planned travel racing season. I'll be able to not only enjoy other locales in this great country but see old friends and meet newer online friends, face to face. 

One problem. I promised Mistress that I wouldn't sign up for any races until I found a new job. We are both a little tired of me staying home after selling the business. Personally, I really miss the energy and investment of hard work. But looking for my next career move is proving to be harder than expected. During this process I have gone from seeing this addendum to our Training Contract* as a stick, to now using it as a carrot. The sooner I know what what I'll be doing and have a schedule for doing it, the sooner I can map out my racing. 

*If you have never heard of our famous Training Contract, I have provided a short explanation at the end of this post.  

Seeing that I have devoted almost every day of the last several weeks to finding a new career, Mistress came to me last night with a Performance Bonus. I could sign up for one race. I immediately rushed to the computer and signed up for the Phoenix GORUCK CHALLENGE

Unlike an obstacle race, triathlon or road running race, GORUCK is event that takes a small group of people, two or three dozen per 'class', and over the next 10+ hours and 15+ miles, in an overnight setting in a major metropolitan city, throws you into a collective suffer fest based on military conditioning and intense functional training. It is obstinately to test the strength of their company gear (use of a GORUCK pack is mandatory) but really its a test of your own personal ability to work with others to accomplish a mission while battling your own mental and physical demons to go farther than you think you're possible of doing. 

GORUCK presents a unique challenge in fitness and endurance pursuits and is creating a base of raving fans. It was the one race in 2012 I did not want to miss. I am ecstatic I got the opportunity to participate in my States first GORUCK challenge, thanks to my wife for the Bonus, and you can bet there are more of these on my list of potential 2012 events. 

It's not enough to exist. I am going to live. 


Training Contract: Before training for my first Ironman, Mistress and I spent several weeks developing a contract between us on training allocation versus family life. It was a very heated debate that ranged from how many hours a week I would train to how many days I had to forego morning workouts so she could wake up with me next to her (because that was important to her), she demanded penalties for not completing simple chores she needed done around the house, (loss of training time), I was able to include she could not roll her eyes or have a bad attitude when I told her I would be gone 6-8 hours on a weekend to train, I had to inform her of my training at least a week ahead of time so she could not double book me for a social engagement, (I did this by turning our large bathroom mirror into a dry erase board w/ my entire week of upcoming training, with projected start time, duration, location and partners). It was very much as if a professional athlete was signing a contract with a sports team. If I met certain performance measures as an athlete or husband/father, I was awarded Performance Bonuses, usually something like new gear or guys night out. We both fought for me to succeed at my goal but create the balance she needed to run the house. It worked so well we have managed a version of a Training Contract every year since, though we have built enough trust in each other that its much less formal a document. 

go·ruck noun [verb go + verb ruck] ruck is a noun short for rucksack (aka backpack), it’s also a verb: to ruck is to move with a rucksack, and implies action, energy, and purpose.

#GRHQ



Friday, September 23, 2011

I hate my scale

I've have avoided writing a new blog post because I hate my scale. How do these two things even come close to comparing to each other?  I have no idea. They just do.  My psychosis is such that my self-esteem is based in large part on what the scale says. Somehow this doesn’t affect my generally optimistic disposition during the day, but it also hasn’t seemed to affect what I put in my mouth between 8pm and midnight each night.

I dread the scale. When I see it each morning it makes me anxious. I can’t get out of the bathroom fast enough and I scold myself for not having the courage to face any poor eating or exercise trends I have developed. Thankfully this daily affliction only lasts as long as it takes for me eat breakfast because there isn’t a chance in hell I will stand on a scale with more than a cup of coffee in my stomach.  The thought is banished from my mind until the next morning.

Doesn’t everyone have a ritual when they get on the scale?  No?  Just me then, okay. (AWKward) The ritual is always the same. As I stand on the scale, in my head, I round up my weight to the next ten pound increment. So even if I put on a few pounds it’s still less than what I just thought I weighed in my head just a second ago. If everything has gone according to plan I have lost weight or maintained weight. In my reality it is never good to put on weight. 

When I am on a training and nutrition tear (and happy with how my body feels), I’ll get on the scale fairly often, maybe twice a week because I know the numbers are trending down. If I think those numbers are going up or my clothes are feeling tighter, I’ll avoid it until I have strung together a few days of solid nutrition and exercise to hedge my results.

Today I fought my demons and stepped on the scale. I haven’t stood on it since the day I left for the iron distance triathlon I did at the end of July. I really felt due to the lack of iron distance training, that in the last five weeks I’ve put on weight. I haven’t. I’ve maintained my weight from taper week.  I’m gobsmacked because Lord knows I’ve significantly increased my peanut M&M and beer consumption.  

I’ll take today as a good sign. Like most everyone I feel better about myself when I weigh less, even if it’s just five or ten pounds.  So I’ll take the positive from this morning and start making some changes to my nutrition for the better, which really means cutting out the unconscious eating between 9pm and midnight.

It is not enough to exist, I am going to live.