Spartan Sprint Miami

Posted: December 8, 2015 in Fitness, OCR

12309909_10205628366010571_2493548894963955142_oTough fucking run.  That sums up Miami…at least for me.  Through knee pain, ankle pain, and mental anguish, I pushed through.  Full Disclosure: I didn’t complete every obstacle and I didn’t do all of my burpees.  I struggled on almost every aspect of that course.  Thankfully, I had the support of my team (specifically my 2 running mates, Kelly and Nivea) and the support of everyone else I passed (or, more accurately, was passed by) on the course and that speaks volumes about what it means to be a Spartan.

I was NOT happy with my performance.  As a matter of fact, I was ready to quit a mile in, but didn’t because of my running mates.  I don’t care that I had a bad ankle sprain 2 months prior.  I don’t care that I had been doing no real endurance training since that sprain.  And I don’t care that the terrain was way tougher than I expected.  I was not happy.  Kelly, my biggest supporter, reminded me of the lack of training and stuck with me through the whole thing.  She made me look past my time and realize that I finished it – WE finished it – together.

However, I still can’t get this feeling of failure out of my head and soul.  I busted my ass all year and came up way behind where I wanted to.  I wanted to beat my Sprint time from Tampa.  That didn’t happen.  I was determined to complete every obstacle.  That didn’t happen.  I sought to feel a greater sense of accomplishment than my first Spartan Race.  Again, didn’t happen.  None of my goals were achieved in Miami.  It’s fucking disheartening.

I don’t want pity.  I don’t want anything from anyone.  In fact, I already got what I wanted and I got it out of this race and not from anyone else.  I got motivation.  These crap-ass results, alone, will be my motivation.

  • I WILL look back at this race and use it to fuel the fire.
  • I WILL look at these results and realize just how much work I have to do to get where I want to be.
  • I WILL not sit and let this defeat fester.
  • I WILL do the work.
  • I WILL Spartan the FUCK UP.

I appreciate the support of others, without question.  I love the team atmosphere of the Spartan community and I could never ask for a team better than Team Peer Pressure.  However, I have this newly found desire to push myself harder than I ever have before.

2016: Look out.  I’m going to make you my bitch.


P.S. – Fuck you, Bucket Brigade.  I hate you.

I promised in my last post that I’d get back on track with the story…so here goes.

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As fate would have it, a month or two after joining the gym,the boot camp instructor that Kelly had been working with moved over to my gym to take over the program there. She asked me if I was okay with her joining at what she considered MY gym. Now, we can all get a little territorial (insert chest thumping and peeing on things here), but I had no issues with it. “Of COURSE you can come to MY gym, babe. Just don’t start making me look bad.” Or something like that.

Here’s where things get a fun little twist. We spent each morning after class comparing notes on what our workouts were and it got a little competitive at times. “We did 40 burpees!”  “Oh, yeah?  We pushed a car!”  You know…the usual.

Sometime in August/September, I took a hiatus from the gym. I was in the process of starting a new business and funds were tight. It was unfortunate, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices in life. It was tough not going to the gym. Ok, I’m lying – it was pretty easy, actually. I slept in, I ate like a pig, and I generally enjoyed it except feeling like a fat shit again.

In November, I started getting tired of feeling like crap again so I went back to the gym.  I picked up where I left off and started feeling good again, but something was missing and I didn’t know it.  I was speaking to a co-worker and mentioned that I had started training again.  He asked me what I was training for.  Nobody had ever asked me that before and I didn’t have an answer.  It made me start looking for something to train for.

And thus begins the journey of medal-chasing, shenanigans, and a little something called Peer Pressure.  Tune in next time for where the fun truly begins and shit gets serious.

*Note for those following last week’s post about nutrition:  I have been challenged to “eat whatever I want and record the results.”  Thus far, it’s been going well.  There will be a post at the end of the week documenting my “horrible” diet and its affect on my performance.

I’ll get back to my journey this coming weekend, but I had an interesting experience this week that I felt I needed to address.

I’ve been consistently going to the gym 4-5 (and sometimes 6 or 7) days a week since January.  I’ve felt good.  I’ve felt motivated.  I’ve felt energetic.  Of course, I’ve had a few “off days” where I haven’t felt 100%, but I keep pushing.  This entire week has felt like one of those off days.  Monday, we worked legs, which is admittedly a weak point for me.  Tuesday was upper body and I usually don’t have an issue on chest/arms day, but (again) it’s one of those weeks.  Wednesday, we were off.  Thursday was core day – another weak spot for me.

All week, I’ve struggled.  My hips hurt, my shoulders hurt, my shins and calves hurt.  It was just a shit week.

Ok – So, the title of this post is “Nutrition.”  Let me get to the point.  Normally, I can feel a major difference in my workouts when I eat clean vs when I don’t (I’ll get into particulars at a later date, but I like FUCKING LOVE burgers and pizza – I think that sums it up).  This week, I’ve been eating right and I’ve still felt like shit.  Last night, we went to the local Food Truck Event.  There is no “clean eating” at a food truck event – I’m convinced.  I had a butter burger with bacon and a side of fries from the Wholesome Rollers Food Truck as my main course and a bunch of mini-donuts covered in powdered sugar and chocolate from Dough Dough’s Donuts for desert.  This is not eating clean, people, but it’s damned good.

I felt FUCKING GREAT at this morning’s workout.  How does that happen?  Eat great: Feel like shit.  Eat horribly: Feel like the HULK.  I know it takes some time for your body to digest and such, but it’s usually pretty quick for me.  Normally, if we have pizza the night before a workout, I feel it the next morning.  Not the case this time around…

Now, I’m no nutritionist, but this just sounds odd.  Maybe next week I’ll eat like shit and see what happens…worth a shot, no?

And So It Begins…

Posted: June 3, 2015 in OCR, Weight Loss
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That tall order I told you about?  The one where I had to find exercise I enjoyed that didn’t FEEL like exercise?  That order got filled.

About a mile from my house sat a newer gym that marketed itself as a boxing and MMA fitness facility for EVERYBODY – fit, fat, young, old, etc.  Both boxing and MMA interested me so I figured it might be a place for me.  I grew up in the Tyson era with a father who loved the sport.  It certainly isn’t the most glorified era, but damn was it entertaining.  I spent hours playing Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out just waiting for King Hippo’s shorts to fall so I could punch him in the face (any 80s kid knows punching him in the band-aid only made him laugh at you and piss you off further).  As I got older, MMA became popular and how could I not be interested in watching guys beat the shit out of each other with reckless abandon?

Somehow, I managed to forget the time that I had taken a free class at another local MMA gym and swore never to return because I couldn’t move for a week.  I put off signing up at this newer gym a bit (see: procrastination) until a colleague at work said that he had been there and highly recommended it.  So, when payday rolled around, I called and spoke to one of the trainers.  I signed up over the phone and showed up the following Monday morning at 6am ready to kick ass in the conditioning class…or get my ass kicked trying.

This was a one hour sweat-fest full of people at all different fitness levels.  15 minutes in, I thought I was going to die.  The trainer, Alex, pushed me to keep going.  Nobody was judgmental at all and everyone pushed me to keep going.  I got through it, modifying plenty of the exercises, and completed my first class without puking (barely).  I went back Wednesday for more of the same and found myself enjoying it.  A few weeks in, I was able to keep up and complete the workouts without wanting to die and I was starting to see results.  Plus, I felt better both physically and mentally.  I officially found a form of exercise that I enjoyed!  I was hooked – and I hadn’t even considered the wonderful world of obstacle course racing…

First Race...exhausted from a 100yd crawl.

First Race…exhausted from a 100 yard crawl under barbed wire.

That dude right there?  Crawling under barbed wire?  That’s me.  First obstacle course race.  February 14th, 2015.  That’s right – I signed my girlfriend, Kelly, and I up for our first race on fuckin’ Valentines Day because I’m awesome stupid like that.  Or am I?

1 year prior to this, I had just started going to the gym after a hiatus of, oh, I don’t know…my entire life?  I was never an athlete.  As a matter of fact, I hated physical activity.  I would easily choose a Netflix marathon over even walking around the block.  Unless there was pizza around the block.  Then, well, maybe I’d walk – if my car wouldn’t start.  Or for Chinese food…definitely for Chinese.  Anyway, I digress.

The point is that I was pretty damned out of shape.  Kelly, on the other hand, had been taking no prisoners in her quest for a healthier life and weight loss.  She was running regularly, hitting the gym, and started going to boot camp.  I actually kind of felt like a third wheel to this new lifestyle that she had adopted.  I started and stopped exercising and dieting more times than I cared to remember and here she was actually enjoying what she was doing and seeing results.  So one day it hit me: I had to find some form of exercise that I would enjoy that didn’t necessarily feel like exercise.   That’s a pretty tall order.

Throughout my blog, I’ll be sharing my journey to a new lifestyle.  Stay tuned for bouts of oddball training, hilarity, and a bit of educational information.