Well I signed up for our CrossFit Team training again this year and with that comes some new skill work and double the amount of competitions. WOAH! Can you say "Crazy"? Yes you can, go ahead... say it with me.... C-RAZY!!!
And with the new skill work comes being comfortable upside down.
Well I have no trouble flipping in to handstands, but holding on to rings and flipping up is a whole other world. I'm still working on my grip strength and my body is still learning to trust my brain which doesn't trust my hands. So when someone says "Grab the rings and flip"...
I usually would reply with "Yeah right!"... Until last Saturday. I grabbed those rings and I flipped and kicked with all my might but nothing happened. Heck I've been standing upright for the better part of 41yrs. The thought of doing this bamfoozled me. The coaches were like "Just kick".... I'm kicking... nothing happening.. <help>
Well then a kind lady saved me from embarrassment and said "If you are flexible, just kind of put one leg up on the rope and pull the other one up" Then put your legs back together in a straight line and don't let go with your hands.
YES, because letting go would mean falling to the ground on my noggin and this I do not want... Well I did it her way, and it worked. Again and again, I trusted my grip and held on for dear life while I put one leg up at a time.
The next day I tried again... By golly, I got this upside down thing.... Granted I still have to figure out the flip and kick part that they all make look so easy. BUT at least I'm partial way there.
We always do Birthday burpees for our young athletes at my youth classes to help the birthday child feel special. They get to count down and even the coaches partake.
Well yesterday we had a lively group and after the celebratory burpees one of them said:
"Man, if we had to do burpees for my Mom's birthday, it would take all day"
It was the funniest conversation that took off from there. I asked how old they thought I was... They all shouted out numbers:
"22, 27, 25, 31". No one guessed me to be over 33, but almost all of them had a twenty number.
When I told them that I was 41, their jaws dropped. Wish I had a camera pointed at their faces. It was just perfect. There was silence for a moment and then one child screamed out:
"Please don't make us do burpees for your Birthday"
2nd half marathon goal - Finish with improved time and not dying
1st full marathon goal - Finish without dying BEFORE the finish line closed
3rd half marathon goal - Finish with improved time for all prior years and close that chapter for good
All of those goals were met... Even if I had to walk, I finished, didn't die and improved my time at the 13 mile mark each year. With my final improved time, I was able to close that chapter of my fitness life and decided not to run long distance ever again... unless....
The Vegkid someday needed a running partner or my life changed that drastically that I would want to run that far ever again like maybe a bear was chasing me... Neither of those have happened. However, I also thought to myself:
"With my challenged running/jogging legs I should continue running 3 miles in case a 5K race ever came up, I would always be prepared"
Well... I didn't really do that. In fact my endurance training from last year didn't go past two miles, and I continued to learn how to run until my one mile time consistently has stayed under nine minutes (8:13 being my best try). This isn't much for some, but considering my old average was 10-12 minute miles, I was pretty excited to get under nine minutes by that much.
So my new plan was just to work on my mile and increase the pace until a mile felt "comfortable" mixed in with my CrossFit training... No 2 miles or 3 miles, no races... Then a big group at my gym decided to do a 5K. It was for a great cause and something dear to a friend, and so the race we did run! More than half of us who ran didn't train, and had no desire to complete a 5K that day but we all did.
Well I thought if I'm going to do this thing than I would put a time on my self, a goal... At the three mile mark I hit my goal and realized I wouldn't finish the 5K under that. But I DID finish 3 miles faster than I ever had, with no training and no preparedness. Only my strength and endurance from CrossFit. That felt good.. So I just ran as fast as I could at the end to the finish line and left it all out there with no regrets.
Then I looked at the clock and realized I was 2 minutes from where I wanted to be... "DANG, I could totally have taken off two minutes at the beginning" I thought.... Getting stuck behind all those people... phooey... Then I looked up some of my old races. My last 5K was 18 months ago and I finished this one 50 seconds faster than that one. But the time I did my last 5K pre-CrossFit when I was doing all that so called "training" was 2 minutes slower than my time for this race. And so for that I call it a success...
A new Personal Record regardless of the time I thought I should get. And I learned that I definitely can't maintain that 8 Minute mile when I go over the two mile mark. But that is OK... I'm getting faster without trying which is pretty awesome!
But the best part of that race was the people. Running with a large group was new to me. Having a huge cheering section at the finish line was also new to me. Passing people I knew, being passed and inspiring eachother to finish was such a joy.
So at the end of that race I realized that I can still run a 5K whenever I feel like it, without training and without worry but just to have fun with a group of people. Regardless of the time it takes me to finish.
I also learned that I should start closer to the front of the pack if I want to get rid of that extra two minutes. *wink*
The last month or so my hubs has decided to forego his Xbox in place of real life adventures. One of those was a "till bankrupt match" of Monopoly. It was serious, let me tell ya. (I won by the way)
But more exciting has been our outdoor adventures. Lots of them.... Last weekend, we were supposed to go for a nice drive to see a waterfall.
I had just finished a 5k race and my body was pretty spent after a hard week of workouts and coaching. Vegkid had a challenging athletic week as well including a hike the day before with a hurt toe at school.
So a nice drive with a calm walk to see something pretty was just what we all needed.
But then we arrived.... We walked around at the top of the waterfall and couldn't see too much. It was beautiful don't get me wrong, but the water where we were was low and pretty dried up that lead to the falls. That is when a man said "hey, have you been to the bottom?"
Well no... Hubs took this as a challenge and off we went to find the bottom. To some it may have been no big deal. But I was wearing slip on shoes and did I mention had just completed a 5k race so my legs were wobbly. I was hungry and thirsty and not prepared.
Veg to my surprise was all over this adventure and lead the way, which had my nerves completely unwound.
You see, it wasn't a trail with gravel or mulch or dirt.... Oh no!! It was ROCKS. Lots and lots of rocks with an incline of straight down. One missed step, one slip, one rock moving under foot and off you go down the side of a mountain. I was FREAKED out to say the least. Or as Veg said 1000 times. "Come on Mom, stop being a wuss"
There were points that I was climbing with both my hands and feet. It was pretty funny and thankfully we do not have that on video.
But at the bottom it was beautiful. Stopping in the middle was beautiful. Looking at the sky was beautiful.
It was such an awesome family. adventure. The pictures don't do justice but you can see the top, middle and bottom.
I'm glad we ran in to the man who challenged us to try the hike and I'm so thankful that my boys were up for the challenge even amongst my whining.
• We signed several new kids in to our CF Youth program and they LOVE it
• Many of my little athletes got their first unassisted pull-ups tonight
• 3 of our sunflowers bloomed and are so pretty
• A zucchini, tomato and cucumber are all growing in our garden pots. (After a whole season of loving on them, they decided to bloom)
• I found out my Vegkid is the only one who requests a peanut free lunch so that a class mate never has to sit alone at the allergy table. (So proud)
• Got to see Veg's curriculum and teacher in action. What a wonderful experience he is getting this year
• Found out Veg has been promoting CF to his school buddies
• Helped two people squash their migraines
• Have my business site redesigns almost done
• Hired the designer that will fix me up with a cool book cover
• Got my ebook formatting done and ready to fill in the content
• My adult coaching clients made some huge progress this week (which always makes me smile)
And sooo much more, from the beautiful sunsets, full rainbows, tasty new food tries and great conversations.
I have just loved this week and it is only Tuesday!!
Someone turned me in, on behalf of my company to be locked up for the Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA).
If you have never heard of this, I shall explain:
A real policeman in a real police car is supposed to pick you up at your place of work and take you to the pretend lock up facility where you are to make phone calls for bail money. Which is really a donation to send a kid to camp.
It is also a networking event where you can chatter with people and share business contacts.
I ended up driving myself in, (no police car) and no one to call to raise money. So I went out to social media and begged. With a little bit of my own donations, helping someone at my table count her money, and a little bit of networking, I felt comfortable leaving.
I saw something recently that said "We don't turn grey, we sparkle"
Or something like that. Well I notice with a healthy diet and no smoking in our house my greying process has happened much much slower than the other woman in my family. But every once in a while I find that little strand sticking up in the middle of my head.
Honestly I won't mind when the hair color starts to shift, I'll look like it is naturally frosted. Or so I tell myself. Yup, I haven't used dyes to change my hair color yet and don't plan on it in the future.
Then again, I only wear make-up once a year, haven't used a hair dryer since the 80's, and don't polish my nails either. So take the no hair dye thing for what it's worth.
Which brings me to the reason for this post. Those once in a while sticky uppies... If the hair is going to turn grey, could it lie down flat like the rest? I don't mind that it is there, but seriously, does it have to pop up like little antennas trying to find planet hairspray?
At what point when I'm sleeping does a little follicle say: "Yeah, put it right here in the front and then make it really thick so that it stands tall against all the other hair and immune to the works of a hair brush"?
Ah I digress! While using dyes won't happen, I'm totally becoming friendly with the tweezers.