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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.


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.