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Monthly Archives: June 2011
Tomorrow will mark the completion of the 2nd week of the 3rd month of boot camp and I am proud to report that I am still motivated and ready to go. There are several things that keep me going, but the one thing that motivates me the most is the changes I am seeing. This time, I’m not talking about myself; I’m talking about the people around me.
My partner Kristy, for example, she’s self employed and works a part time job. Because of the hours she works, she is unable to participate in boot camp. Instead of using the easy excuse “I don’t have the time to workout”, she tries to fit her workouts in between jobs. She has trained for and completed a triathlon, and is very conscious about her food choices. This woman inspires me every day.
Another good example is my fellow camper, Michelle (pictured in the middle)(that’s Jackie on the right). This woman refuses to give up no matter what. Since joining boot camp, she has completed a 5K, climbed stone mountain and just this week, I witnessed her passing someone on one of our runs. When I let her know I noticed, she said “that’s the first time I’ve done that”. There was great pride in all that heavy breathing.
I have learned that by surrounding myself with inspiring people, I too, can become inspiring and maybe, just maybe I’l be able to return the favor.
Well, week one of my 3rd month of boot camp is in the bag. To be totally honest, this wasn’t my best week, but somehow I was able to pull a three pound weight loss out of it. I wish I knew exactly what I did to get that so I could do it again.
To begin with, this was a rough week at work for me. My stress level was at all time high and of course, the first thing I do when I’m stressed is to eat or drink a few beers. That is exactly what I did starting on Monday. Even though I went to the farmer’s market this weekend and had the entire fridge stocked with healthy choices, as soon as someone asked if I wanted to go for dinner and drinks, I jumped at the chance.
Tuesday came and went and I seemed to have my self back in order until Wednesday which was our off day at boot camp. My intention was to take the dogs for a nice long 2 to 3 mile walk, but that was squashed do to the thunderstorms that hit as soon as I got home from work.
Unfortunately, the storms continued through the night and because my dog Jack, is terrified of thunder and lightning, I didn’t get much sleep. To top it off, my of docs I work with had a tree come down in his yard and was unable to get out of his driveway which meant I had to go to work early to get his appointments rescheduled. Because of all of this, I was unable to make it to boot camp on Thursday morning.
Let me tell you something you might not really understand or believe. Once you are used to the fact of getting up every morning and going to boot camp, missing even one day makes me feel like crap. My day dragged and I had very little energy. You might want to contribute that to not sleeping, but even when I have to miss because of a work meeting, I have the same results.
Thursday, my office went to watch a Braves game. We had a great time, but there were no healthy choices to speak of at the ball park. Since I had to eat something, I had a hot dog and yes a couple of light beers. Of course the game went into extra innings and after an exciting win, I didn’t get home and in bed until midnight.
With less than 8 hours of sleep in the past two days, I was still able to pull my but out of bed and drag myself to boot camp this morning. I could tell by how I felt that I wasn’t working out at my full potential, but I still worked hard anyway and tried to make the best of it. It’s almost impossible to fail while your at boot camp; the instructors just wont let that happen. Thank goodness.
Now that the week is over it’s time for a do over. Wish me luck folks.
Laying here in bed, prepping my knees for boot camp tomorrow, with ice packs wrapped around them, I started thinking about how much my life has changed in past two months. Not anything huge; just a few small changes here and there that now, are starting to add up to something bigger and possibly life changing.
An example of one of the changes is, I try to see food as how it will benefit me or what it can do to me. Trust me, I am far from being cured of my mental and physical problems with overeating and weight loss, and I still have my moments of making poor choices, but now, I think twice and then, I try to make the right choice.
Another change I see in myself is that I’m stronger than I ever thought I could be. Five days a week, I get up at 5:00 AM and spend an hour doing things I never in my life thought I would be able to do. And, though every muscle in my body hurts, I’ve never felt better.
For me, what all of this is about is, even though I know deep in my heart I can’t do something, I do it anyway.
DO IT ANYWAY!
I know it’s been a while and I’m sorry about that. I haven’t gone anywhere, in fact, Kristy and I; along with our friends, Deena, Molly, Courtney, and Linda just got back from Lake Lanier’s My First/Next Triathlon. Except for Linda, who was not only our support, but our official photographer, all participated and completed the triathlon.
Race results by order of completion:
- Deena – 1:36:18
- Courtney – 1:57:28
- Molly – 1:59:08
- Lisa – 2:08:07
- Kristy – 2:18:11
Different than 2010, we rented a cabin for the entire weekend where we were able to enjoy the fruits of our labor.
Before I get into the fruit, let me give you some highlights. The night before the race, we checked into our cottage and then headed out for our pre-race dinner. We dined at the Sunset Cove restaurant. The 2011 menu differed greatly than the 2010 menu. There was no chicken, no pasta, or any good substitutes so, finding a healthy meal was a real challenge. I settled for the grilled grouper sandwich which came with a Dixie cup of pasta salad and a boat load of french fries. I ate the sandwich along with the pasta salad and had a few fries.
After dinner, we went and picked up our race packets and headed back to the cottage to make our final race day preparations. We finished with our prep and headed to bed so we could get plenty of rest. Unfortunately, sleeping in a strange bed made it a bit difficult to fall asleep. I think the last time I looked at the clock it was 11:00 PM.
Unable to hit the snooze button when the alarm went off at 5:00 AM, I rolled out of the bed and started getting ready. I made a pot of coffee while Kristy started making our breakfast which consisted of 1/2 of a whole wheat bagel with a little peanut butter on top. I washed it down with a banana and a small cup of coffee. Everyone was up by then doing their own morning rituals.
All dressed up and ready to go we loaded up the gear and headed to the race start. We all set up our gear in the transition area and then head to the water to get ready for the first leg of the race – the quarter mile swim.
Courtney, Deena, and I were in the second wave of the swim, while Kristy and Molly were in the last wave. When the race started we all jumped in and starting swimming as hard as we could. Our goal was to get as far away from people as possible. For me, that was not easy. I stayed closer to the shore than the others did due to not feeling confident enough to tread into deeper water. At one point, I got kicked and bumped into so many time that I panicked a little and had to stop swimming for a moment. I regained my composure and started again. I looked over towards the shore and noticed that one of the life guards was following me as I swam. I guess he didn’t have much faith in my swimming abilities either.
After the swim, we had to run about a third of a mile in our bare feet back to the transition area. Still in my swim suit, and the clock ticking, I jumped on my bike and took off for the 12 mile ride. Apparently, I blocked out the number of hills there were back in 2010, because I was surprised by how many I encountered. Still, I felt strong and was determined to really make up some time despite the hills. Over all, it was a great ride and I was proud of how I attacked the hills the way I did. 53 minutes and 13 seconds later, I arrived back at the transition are to start the 3.2 mile run.
This is where most of my problems occurred. When I arrived in the transition area, I dropped everything, changed my shoes and took off running. About half way out of the parking lot, I realized that I was not wearing my shirt with my number, nor was I wearing my shorts that carried my iPod. I turned around and ran back and put my clothes on. Just as I left the parking lot, then realized that I failed to take off my swim shirt before I put on my running shirt. It was too hot to wear both, and I wasn’t about to turn around again, so I just ripped off both tops, put my running shirt on and stuffed my swim shirt under a rock in the wooded area of the race.
By the time I took off running the temperature was close to 90 degrees. The heat was beginning to suck the life out of me. Feeling tired and fatigued, I reached into my shorts to grab a pack of goo to help me get that final boost I needed to finish the race. Struggling to get the pack out of my pocket, I realized that my shorts were on backwards. At this point I didn’t care and kept going.
2 hours, 8 minutes and 7 seconds after starting the race, I crossed the finish line where Deena and Courtney were waiting for me. I did it again, I completed my second triathlon.All we had left to do now is wait for our fellow comrades to cross the line and complete their first triathlon.
Notmuch later, Molly came running across the line looking as strong as she did when she left for the run. She looked great and finished strong. She did admit that the race was much harder than she thought but you couldn’t tell that by the way she took it on. Congrats Molly.
While waiting for Kristy to arrive, I decided to go back and see if I could find where I stashed my swim shirt. Pleasantly surprised, I found it and brought it back. I didn’t want to loose it. I just paid $30 bucks for that shirt.
As I looked up, I saw Kristy running down the final stretch of the race. By the way I was acting, you would have thought that I had money on her. I was jumping up and down cheering her on. I could tell it was working too. Suddenly, she kicked in to gear and sprinted across the finish line. I was so happy for her, that I ran to her and started hugging her. Poor Kristy was still trying catch her breath and I’m all over her.
I cannot tell you how proud I was of Kristy for running this race. Kristy hates venturing out of her comfort zone and this race, was way, way out there for her.
After the commotion was over, we picked up our t-shirts and went back to the transition area to pick up our gear. Another triathlon under my belt.
After our toast, Deena made us a great breakfast of bacon and eggs. We gobbled that down like nobody’s business. Thanks Deena for being our master chef.
Here come the fruit part. After a short recovery, we put on our swim suits and headed to the hotel pool where we hung out by the pool and enjoyed a few cocktails. The rum runners went down very nicely. I was grateful that we decided to stay the entire weekend. It was nice not having to run back and check out of the cabin.
Now that the race is over, Kristy and I have already started thinking about the next one in September. The race is in Florida and it is an ocean swim. Struggling the way I did in the lake, I have a lot of work ahead of me to get ready for September.