I desperately wish I could be one of those disciplined "gym above all else - no excuses" kind of peeps and while I truly am WAY WAY more disciplined than I ever thought I could or would be (each time my feet take me to the gym I'm kind of surprised) I'm still not at the Beyonce "go three days without eating because you were so determined to learn a routine" dedication level.
This time last year I was kicking SERIOUS ass and taking names with no mercy. I was a lioness with a gazelle in my crosshairs. I got down to 142 pounds and I was all buff and happy.
Somewhere along the way (I think it was the summer with the kids being home but at this point using the summer and my inability to get to the gym because of the kids is like my telling people I'm fat because I still have baby weight when my kids are 10 and 12) my train flew off the tracks and got stuck.
It's not a lack of motivation. I see gals in workout wear going to and from the gym (yes ladies, those of us who actually go to the gym CAN tell the difference between those of you who trot around in workout gear as a fashion statement and us who actually get our sweat on) and I get anxious. It's an actual physical reaction that comes in the form of a knot in my stomach and the feeling that I'm on the outside of a group looking in.
I WANT to be at the gym. I WANT to be a gym unicorn. I WANT sore muscles and to feel like I'm dying and yet... I do not make it to the gym. WHY?! I feel like life has been getting in the way a whole lot lately but, as my husband pointed out to me yesterday if I want it bad enough I'll find a way to make it happen. I had the time to be disciplined last year and it's not like my life has changed that drastically.
I NEED to pull my shit together and get back on track because I'm back in the feeling fat and disliking my body zone and I swore I wouldn't ever get here again. The self loathe and the horrid thoughts and voices that go with that loathe are back in full force. Getting back on track is at this point, critical both for my physical and mental health.
So here is my promise to me. I will once again find that balance between being kinder and gentler to myself while employing the "Train insane or remain the same" mindset.
It starts today.
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Monday, September 15, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Body
Setting aside the cheesy pose I have going on here I'm kind of frustrated with these photos. The two with me as a brunette were taken January of 2010. The two of me as a blonde were taken tonight. January 2014. Yes, I see change but not NEARLY as much as I want to see! I want more defined bigger muscles! I feel like I've been working SO hard lately and really being diligent about my extra credit workouts and trying to work with heavier bells so WHERE is the muscle growth?! I don't want to be a body builder but I would like a little more tone and definition to show for all the work I'm doing!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Thanksgiving
I am always thankful for all the things we are all thankful for, friends, family, health, roof over my head. This year though I'm adding one more.
I am thankful for my body. It truly is an amazing machine. This has not been an easy year for me. I came back after taking 4 months off and it's been fraught with injuries that have slowed my progress down throughout the year.
I have not let any of them set me back or slow me down though. I have worked through all injuries and grown stronger and more confident and amazed at what my body can do.
Because of the work we do in class at boot camp I don't see my strength and don't feel the strides or the changes but then I compare video of where I was and where I am and I'm blown away.
This vlog and video shows the first time I ever picked up the log (and it's 70 pounds, not 110) You can see me struggle with it.
http://overweightmommy.blogspot.com/2011/06/badass-momma.html
Then there is this video I took yesterday.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFh5iD734xw
To me that is just amazing...
I am thankful for my body. It truly is an amazing machine. This has not been an easy year for me. I came back after taking 4 months off and it's been fraught with injuries that have slowed my progress down throughout the year.
I have not let any of them set me back or slow me down though. I have worked through all injuries and grown stronger and more confident and amazed at what my body can do.
Because of the work we do in class at boot camp I don't see my strength and don't feel the strides or the changes but then I compare video of where I was and where I am and I'm blown away.
This vlog and video shows the first time I ever picked up the log (and it's 70 pounds, not 110) You can see me struggle with it.
http://overweightmommy.blogspot.com/2011/06/badass-momma.html
Then there is this video I took yesterday.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFh5iD734xw
To me that is just amazing...
Monday, April 1, 2013
Today
It's the start of a new month & I'd made a promise to myself that I'd go balls to the wall at boot camp all month.
Today was a total ass kicker. 35 minutes has never felt so damn long...
David's younger brother was teaching today and he was out to make us work today!
Class started with a run to the staircase on the other side of the building. That's normal. We do that all the time. What we DON'T do is run the stairs. We were to do one lap up and down and then run back to the studio where we did swings, high pulls & rows with the Kettlebells.
We then grabbed two bells and farmer walked back to the staircase where we were to do two laps up and down with the two bells.
I struggle with stairs without any extra weight but two 17 pound kettlebells & I really truly had to fight not to throw up. That extra 34 pounds of weight had my calves SCREAMING for mercy with each step.
Walking lunges with the two bells back to the studio where we did 25 pushups & then played with the sled (more weight work!)
To completely destroy me he had us do suicide drills & burpees.
I'm proud of my first lap up the stairs at the start of class. Without even realizing it I started to RUN up the stairs. ME! RUN! STAIRS! Never thought it would ever happen. The best part is I wasn't even conscious I was doing it. Halfway up I realized I wasn't walking, my feet were running! It was very weird. Of course hindsight being what it is had I known what class had in store for me I wouldn't have gone that hard right out of the chute.
That's the thing about Boot Camp. You NEVER know what's around the corner or what's going to be asked of your body next.
Three plus years into class & I still haven't quite figured out the best way to give 100% to each exercise & still be conscious at the end of class.
Today was a killer class & I'm proud I survived it! It SUCKS during class but after I always feel so good about myself all day. Accomplished & very strong!
Today was a total ass kicker. 35 minutes has never felt so damn long...
David's younger brother was teaching today and he was out to make us work today!
Class started with a run to the staircase on the other side of the building. That's normal. We do that all the time. What we DON'T do is run the stairs. We were to do one lap up and down and then run back to the studio where we did swings, high pulls & rows with the Kettlebells.
We then grabbed two bells and farmer walked back to the staircase where we were to do two laps up and down with the two bells.
I struggle with stairs without any extra weight but two 17 pound kettlebells & I really truly had to fight not to throw up. That extra 34 pounds of weight had my calves SCREAMING for mercy with each step.
Walking lunges with the two bells back to the studio where we did 25 pushups & then played with the sled (more weight work!)
To completely destroy me he had us do suicide drills & burpees.
I'm proud of my first lap up the stairs at the start of class. Without even realizing it I started to RUN up the stairs. ME! RUN! STAIRS! Never thought it would ever happen. The best part is I wasn't even conscious I was doing it. Halfway up I realized I wasn't walking, my feet were running! It was very weird. Of course hindsight being what it is had I known what class had in store for me I wouldn't have gone that hard right out of the chute.
That's the thing about Boot Camp. You NEVER know what's around the corner or what's going to be asked of your body next.
Three plus years into class & I still haven't quite figured out the best way to give 100% to each exercise & still be conscious at the end of class.
Today was a killer class & I'm proud I survived it! It SUCKS during class but after I always feel so good about myself all day. Accomplished & very strong!
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
today's class
I went to the 5:30 class last night and it wrecked me. Pushups, suicide runs, sprints, squats. By the end of class I was walking the suicide laps. I couldn't run another step. Not one more.
I got up this morning bound and determined to take today off because I was sore and tired. I put it out on Facebook and quickly was guilted into coming to class by the studio owner.
I dragged my sorry carcass to the studio praying I would be able to make it through class today.
When David proclaimed today all Kettlebells I almost wept with joy. A class I knew I could rock. Ending the week on a strong note.
Of course my stupid lower back had other plans.
I've struggled with lower back pain since forever. It's weak muscles but it feels like crunching broken glass in place of my lower spine.
I know I need to push through the pain and breathe into it and the only cure for it is to keep building up the muscles back there.
You will see me working with 4 different color Kettlebells & two different sizes. The blue bell is 27 lbs the pink is 17 lbs, the little black one is 25 lbs and the big yellow one is 32 lbs.
The blue bell is my comfort zone. It's the weight where I work best. Unfortunately when my back starts acting up I'm forced to the pink bell to do work that I could with no trouble do with the blue bell.
Super frustrating.
I grabbed the yellow bell at the very end and watching the video I'm mad at myself. I had no business attempting that one today. Not because I couldn't lift it, clearly I can. I however didn't have the power or strength to rack it in a proper manner on either side and that means my arms were too tired to be lifting it.
We were supposed to do 20 burpees but all I had in me was 12. You can see how exhausted a full 35 mins of Kettlebell work leaves me. I have not an ounce of energy to lift and support that tire over my head. Twice my arms had clearly had enough and you see the tire slide out of my grip and down my back. That does not happen because I've let go or because of any decision I made. That was my arms telling me "No Mas".
That to me is how a class should end every single time.
Nothing at all left in the tank.
Something this video has shown me that I need to work on is that I tend to throw my shoulders back too far and almost bend backwards in an effort to stand up straight. I need to be more aware of keeping my shoulders over my knees in good alignment.
I also still hate my swings. My body is just not the right shape or thin enough yet to hold the correct form for swings. It's frustrating and I don't like it. It's the most basic of all Kettbell movements and it always feels very awkward to me.
Once again, you are under no obligation to watch any or all of this video. It's here more for me than for any of you.
Feel free to watch though...
I got up this morning bound and determined to take today off because I was sore and tired. I put it out on Facebook and quickly was guilted into coming to class by the studio owner.
I dragged my sorry carcass to the studio praying I would be able to make it through class today.
When David proclaimed today all Kettlebells I almost wept with joy. A class I knew I could rock. Ending the week on a strong note.
Of course my stupid lower back had other plans.
I've struggled with lower back pain since forever. It's weak muscles but it feels like crunching broken glass in place of my lower spine.
I know I need to push through the pain and breathe into it and the only cure for it is to keep building up the muscles back there.
You will see me working with 4 different color Kettlebells & two different sizes. The blue bell is 27 lbs the pink is 17 lbs, the little black one is 25 lbs and the big yellow one is 32 lbs.
The blue bell is my comfort zone. It's the weight where I work best. Unfortunately when my back starts acting up I'm forced to the pink bell to do work that I could with no trouble do with the blue bell.
Super frustrating.
I grabbed the yellow bell at the very end and watching the video I'm mad at myself. I had no business attempting that one today. Not because I couldn't lift it, clearly I can. I however didn't have the power or strength to rack it in a proper manner on either side and that means my arms were too tired to be lifting it.
We were supposed to do 20 burpees but all I had in me was 12. You can see how exhausted a full 35 mins of Kettlebell work leaves me. I have not an ounce of energy to lift and support that tire over my head. Twice my arms had clearly had enough and you see the tire slide out of my grip and down my back. That does not happen because I've let go or because of any decision I made. That was my arms telling me "No Mas".
That to me is how a class should end every single time.
Nothing at all left in the tank.
Something this video has shown me that I need to work on is that I tend to throw my shoulders back too far and almost bend backwards in an effort to stand up straight. I need to be more aware of keeping my shoulders over my knees in good alignment.
I also still hate my swings. My body is just not the right shape or thin enough yet to hold the correct form for swings. It's frustrating and I don't like it. It's the most basic of all Kettbell movements and it always feels very awkward to me.
Once again, you are under no obligation to watch any or all of this video. It's here more for me than for any of you.
Feel free to watch though...
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Boot Camp & Boobs
It's absolutely no secret that I am a bigger chick.
I stand at 4'11" weigh 190 pounds (that's 90 pounds too much) wear a size 18 in pants, 20 in blouses and never anything smaller than an XL in a tee shirt.
With my other plus sized parts comes a plus sized rack as well. Trying to find a decent walking around bra is difficult, but trying to find a sports bra that would contain the fury that are my boobs during exercise was a damn near impossible task.
Most places either don't make workout bras in my size or the ones they do make are a joke because they don't do ANYTHING to help keep the gals from flopping like fish out of water.
For the first almost 2 years of Boot Camp I wouldn't run, wouldn't jump, wouldn't do anything that would cause the gals to bounce around because it made me feel very self conscious and like a complete fat mess.
I can't remember how I found the shop Title Nine but I know I was on a very frustrated hunt for a bra that would allow me to participate in class 100% and not be held back by the very body I was trying to change.
They had a bra called The Last Resort Bra. They carried it in a cup size one down from mine which I normally wouldn't do but looking at the photo it looked like the gals would be completely strapped in with no place to go and I figured why the hell not. I ordered it and crossed my fingers.
It arrived, I put it on and the angels sang. I'd finally found a bra that kept my 38 F boobs in place. Praise the Lord.
I ordered a second one and not a boot camp class goes by that I'm not wearing one of them.
Except today. Today I'd washed both bras and for some reason forgot to run the dryer. I had neither of my favorite bras to wear to Boot Camp.
I was ready to just skip class (I love these bras that much!) and I realized that was really silly. I am the one who is always galloping around shouting about how nobody in class cares what anyone else is doing and no matter what we all support each other. So if this was a true statement it shouldn't matter if for today I wear a bra that doesn't do at all what it's supposed to do.
I dug around in my drawer and found a very sub par sports bra that I hate. It gives me Madonna cone tits and does nothing in the area of support for running or jumping.
I put it on anyway and hoped for the best. Maybe we wouldn't run or do jumping jacks today.
Right out of the chute we did three sets of jumping jacks. Below is the video. It ain't pretty.
Despite the flipping and flopping I'm proud of myself for pushing through my vain self consciences insecurities and getting to class and then once I was there, not using the lack of decent support as an excuse to punk out on the exercises!
Today was a good day.
I've started to video class because there are no mirrors. The videos feed both my ego and my desire to witness my bad ass strength and the practical side of me who wants to be sure I'm doing the exercises correctly and wants to see what we can improve on in the future.
You are under NO obligation to sit through the entire video or any of the video! If you want to though, have at it!
I stand at 4'11" weigh 190 pounds (that's 90 pounds too much) wear a size 18 in pants, 20 in blouses and never anything smaller than an XL in a tee shirt.
With my other plus sized parts comes a plus sized rack as well. Trying to find a decent walking around bra is difficult, but trying to find a sports bra that would contain the fury that are my boobs during exercise was a damn near impossible task.
Most places either don't make workout bras in my size or the ones they do make are a joke because they don't do ANYTHING to help keep the gals from flopping like fish out of water.
For the first almost 2 years of Boot Camp I wouldn't run, wouldn't jump, wouldn't do anything that would cause the gals to bounce around because it made me feel very self conscious and like a complete fat mess.
I can't remember how I found the shop Title Nine but I know I was on a very frustrated hunt for a bra that would allow me to participate in class 100% and not be held back by the very body I was trying to change.
They had a bra called The Last Resort Bra. They carried it in a cup size one down from mine which I normally wouldn't do but looking at the photo it looked like the gals would be completely strapped in with no place to go and I figured why the hell not. I ordered it and crossed my fingers.
It arrived, I put it on and the angels sang. I'd finally found a bra that kept my 38 F boobs in place. Praise the Lord.
I ordered a second one and not a boot camp class goes by that I'm not wearing one of them.
Except today. Today I'd washed both bras and for some reason forgot to run the dryer. I had neither of my favorite bras to wear to Boot Camp.
I was ready to just skip class (I love these bras that much!) and I realized that was really silly. I am the one who is always galloping around shouting about how nobody in class cares what anyone else is doing and no matter what we all support each other. So if this was a true statement it shouldn't matter if for today I wear a bra that doesn't do at all what it's supposed to do.
I dug around in my drawer and found a very sub par sports bra that I hate. It gives me Madonna cone tits and does nothing in the area of support for running or jumping.
I put it on anyway and hoped for the best. Maybe we wouldn't run or do jumping jacks today.
Right out of the chute we did three sets of jumping jacks. Below is the video. It ain't pretty.
Despite the flipping and flopping I'm proud of myself for pushing through my vain self consciences insecurities and getting to class and then once I was there, not using the lack of decent support as an excuse to punk out on the exercises!
Today was a good day.
I've started to video class because there are no mirrors. The videos feed both my ego and my desire to witness my bad ass strength and the practical side of me who wants to be sure I'm doing the exercises correctly and wants to see what we can improve on in the future.
You are under NO obligation to sit through the entire video or any of the video! If you want to though, have at it!
Monday, January 14, 2013
Boot Camp Today
Hi all! It's been a while hasn't it?
Yeah. Bet you thought I was gone for good right? You can't get rid of me!
After 4 months off of Boot Camp I'm back to it and back to this blog. I'm going to be using this as a brain dumping ground as well as a log of daily workouts.
So having said that, here is what we did at Boot Camp this morning.
3 laps around the studio
2 laps side shuffles
Then we did each of these exercises for 1 minute. No set number of reps. As many as you can fit in that 1 minute.
Kettlebell Swings
Crunches
Burpees
Kettlebell Swings
Kettlebell Squats
Kettlebell Curls
Trunk Twists
Kettlebell Swings
Jogging Laps
Kettlebell Overhead Presses
Alternating V Ups
Kettlebell Side Rows - 30 seconds on each side
Kettlebell Squats
Mountain Climbers
Kettlebell High Pulls
Crunches
Kettlebell Figure 8's
Kettlebell Swings
Trunk Twists
Kettlebell Lunges
Burpees
Kettlebell Crunches
Kettlebell Side Rows - 30 seconds on each side
Trunk Twists
Kettlebell Swings
2 minutes of laps
Today kicked my ass. Lord did I struggle. I refused to allow myself to pick up a lighter Kettlebell then the 27 pound gal and as I'm typing this my arms and legs are very angry with me.
I came into class raring to go. Full of pep and moxie ready to kick ass and take names. Jackie almost NEVER uses Kettlebells and today as you can see it was non-stop bells.
It was a struggle to get through class. In the last 2 minute run my legs finally said
"listen, no. We are done, finished, over, kaput. NOT running"
So I power walked most of the two minutes and even that took every ounce of energy I had left. I started a mantra in my head to keep my body moving "cute clothing, cute clothing, cute clothing" over and over.
That's the funny thing about my brain. The lazy bitch is also the vain gal. She's the fool who wants to be all cute and hot but isn't willing to put forth the effort needed to achieve the goals she has set for me!
I need to dangle that carrot in front of myself, remind me why I'm doing this. Why I came back to class after 4 months off. Why I refuse to pick up a lighter weight even when I'm struggling hardcore.
Lest you think I'm shallow & vain and am working out only for the physical benefits I should remind you that I'm totally cool with being fat. I'm sexy as hell. My husband loves me and loves my body & I love me and love my body. I don't go to Boot Camp to get skinny. I go to Boot Camp for the mental boost I get. Going to class makes me feel bad ass. I can sit on a train squished between two super models and can still feel smug and superior to both of them. Why? Because I'm STRONG and I'm fearsome. I'm dedicated and determined. Because I love to push myself, see how strong I am. I love seeing my muscles & I know I can pickup things that weigh more than they do on a fat day.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to be a fat chick & that's cool with me. What ISN'T cool is being fat and out of shape. Fat and strong, fat & fit are okay with me. Fat and flabby will forever be unacceptable. When I flex my bicep and see a muscle there, that's the coolest thing every in my book. When I feel my thigh muscles and there is more than fat there, when I can feel a solid strong muscle, that is why I push myself in Boot Camp.
So I go to Boot Camp, get my ass kicked and love it each and every time!
Yeah. Bet you thought I was gone for good right? You can't get rid of me!
After 4 months off of Boot Camp I'm back to it and back to this blog. I'm going to be using this as a brain dumping ground as well as a log of daily workouts.
So having said that, here is what we did at Boot Camp this morning.
3 laps around the studio
2 laps side shuffles
Then we did each of these exercises for 1 minute. No set number of reps. As many as you can fit in that 1 minute.
Kettlebell Swings
Crunches
Burpees
Kettlebell Swings
Kettlebell Squats
Kettlebell Curls
Trunk Twists
Kettlebell Swings
Jogging Laps
Kettlebell Overhead Presses
Alternating V Ups
Kettlebell Side Rows - 30 seconds on each side
Kettlebell Squats
Mountain Climbers
Kettlebell High Pulls
Crunches
Kettlebell Figure 8's
Kettlebell Swings
Trunk Twists
Kettlebell Lunges
Burpees
Kettlebell Crunches
Kettlebell Side Rows - 30 seconds on each side
Trunk Twists
Kettlebell Swings
2 minutes of laps
Today kicked my ass. Lord did I struggle. I refused to allow myself to pick up a lighter Kettlebell then the 27 pound gal and as I'm typing this my arms and legs are very angry with me.
I came into class raring to go. Full of pep and moxie ready to kick ass and take names. Jackie almost NEVER uses Kettlebells and today as you can see it was non-stop bells.
It was a struggle to get through class. In the last 2 minute run my legs finally said
"listen, no. We are done, finished, over, kaput. NOT running"
So I power walked most of the two minutes and even that took every ounce of energy I had left. I started a mantra in my head to keep my body moving "cute clothing, cute clothing, cute clothing" over and over.
That's the funny thing about my brain. The lazy bitch is also the vain gal. She's the fool who wants to be all cute and hot but isn't willing to put forth the effort needed to achieve the goals she has set for me!
I need to dangle that carrot in front of myself, remind me why I'm doing this. Why I came back to class after 4 months off. Why I refuse to pick up a lighter weight even when I'm struggling hardcore.
Lest you think I'm shallow & vain and am working out only for the physical benefits I should remind you that I'm totally cool with being fat. I'm sexy as hell. My husband loves me and loves my body & I love me and love my body. I don't go to Boot Camp to get skinny. I go to Boot Camp for the mental boost I get. Going to class makes me feel bad ass. I can sit on a train squished between two super models and can still feel smug and superior to both of them. Why? Because I'm STRONG and I'm fearsome. I'm dedicated and determined. Because I love to push myself, see how strong I am. I love seeing my muscles & I know I can pickup things that weigh more than they do on a fat day.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to be a fat chick & that's cool with me. What ISN'T cool is being fat and out of shape. Fat and strong, fat & fit are okay with me. Fat and flabby will forever be unacceptable. When I flex my bicep and see a muscle there, that's the coolest thing every in my book. When I feel my thigh muscles and there is more than fat there, when I can feel a solid strong muscle, that is why I push myself in Boot Camp.
So I go to Boot Camp, get my ass kicked and love it each and every time!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
MS Climb to the Top
Today was the MS Society Climb to the Top event.
I'm not gonna lie. It felt harder than last year. I took more breaks this time,stopped on more landings but each of my breaks were short, around 15 to 20 seconds each.
My calf muscles ached more this time up and I'm thinking it's because I've been running and working the muscles more.
I jumped into both rest stops, at the first one I was panting too hard to even drink the cup of water. The second one I sat for a minute and had a Gatorade and then pushed myself up.
Then all of a sudden I was at the last set of steps. I paused at the bottom and summoned every single ounce of strength I had and sprinted up the stairs and out the door. I paused for my photo and my medal and then found a bench and gave my gams a rest.
If you watch the video you will hear me say that I had set a goal to finish this year in 1/2 an hour.
This is my time from last year:
and my time from this year:
That's a difference of over 12 minutes!! PLUS I beat my own projected goal time!
Very proud of me!
My calf muscles ached more this time up and I'm thinking it's because I've been running and working the muscles more.
I jumped into both rest stops, at the first one I was panting too hard to even drink the cup of water. The second one I sat for a minute and had a Gatorade and then pushed myself up.
Then all of a sudden I was at the last set of steps. I paused at the bottom and summoned every single ounce of strength I had and sprinted up the stairs and out the door. I paused for my photo and my medal and then found a bench and gave my gams a rest.
This is my time from last year:
Very proud of me!
Monday, February 27, 2012
Working through pain
Sometimes I get so frustrated with my body I want to scream. I've been working with a running regiment building myself up to be fit and ready to keep up with my team mates for the insane Spartan Dash in June
My muscles are NOT happy with me AT ALL. I've been struggling with really awful Lactic Acid Burn in my calves which I know will end in time and with training but today we were doing a drill where we jogged half the studio and sprinted as fast as we could down the other side, jog, sprint, jog, sprint three rounds and then into jog, side shuffle, three rounds one side, three rounds the other side and I couldn't bear it and I had to stop running.
I tried ever single pep talk I've ever given myself, tried to tell myself to push through it, that I needed to toughen up and get it done but the burn was horrid. It really felt like my calves had been doused in acid.
Combine that with my super weak lower back muscles that made working with any weight over 15 pounds completely impossible today.
Actually that's not entirely true. Before my body had time to protest at the very start of class we did a series of 10 Kettlebell swings, 10 high pulls and 10 overhead presses for three rounds. I was able to blow them out of the water with the 27 pound Kettlebell and I could have gone heavier and now regret not going with the 33 pound Kettlebell. If I'm going to wind up in pain, might as well take maximum advantage of the pain free time my body allows me.
We then did the studio jog around (we do indoor laps around the studio) and that's when my calves started screwing with me.
We then went back to Kettlebell work, doing between the legs figure 8s and side overhead presses and halos or ribbons and I had the 15 pound bell the whole time.
It was a total crap day and will continue in this vein for a while. My lower back is a long standing issue. Unless I work out every single day and take little or no time off (a day at the most) I'm in constant, chronic pain when I try to lift or work with the heavier weights. I need to keep those muscles strong all the time and lately I've been taking too much time off of Boot Camp and I'm paying for it now.
I have to rebuild those muscles and just wince and push through the pain while at the same time, dealing with the leg burn from those exhausted confused muscles.
It's the most frustrating thing when my mind and my soul are ready to kick ass and push push push and go go go but my body wants to do anything but cooperate.
I have the strength and the will but the endurance and the body aren't on the same level.
I hate having to punk out on the exercises everyone else is doing and I hate to have to keep running to David telling him things hurt so I try to work through it.
Ask my serious running friends what to do about the calf pain and then told me to use the foam rollers before and after class on the front and backs of my legs so I'll do that tomorrow.
For my back I know I just have to alternate between light and heavy weights.
I know that taking time off is the worst thing I can do because it's never going to get better if I don't push through and strengthen these muscles but it's not making class any fun for me.
I tried ever single pep talk I've ever given myself, tried to tell myself to push through it, that I needed to toughen up and get it done but the burn was horrid. It really felt like my calves had been doused in acid.
Combine that with my super weak lower back muscles that made working with any weight over 15 pounds completely impossible today.
Actually that's not entirely true. Before my body had time to protest at the very start of class we did a series of 10 Kettlebell swings, 10 high pulls and 10 overhead presses for three rounds. I was able to blow them out of the water with the 27 pound Kettlebell and I could have gone heavier and now regret not going with the 33 pound Kettlebell. If I'm going to wind up in pain, might as well take maximum advantage of the pain free time my body allows me.
We then did the studio jog around (we do indoor laps around the studio) and that's when my calves started screwing with me.
We then went back to Kettlebell work, doing between the legs figure 8s and side overhead presses and halos or ribbons and I had the 15 pound bell the whole time.
It was a total crap day and will continue in this vein for a while. My lower back is a long standing issue. Unless I work out every single day and take little or no time off (a day at the most) I'm in constant, chronic pain when I try to lift or work with the heavier weights. I need to keep those muscles strong all the time and lately I've been taking too much time off of Boot Camp and I'm paying for it now.
I have to rebuild those muscles and just wince and push through the pain while at the same time, dealing with the leg burn from those exhausted confused muscles.
It's the most frustrating thing when my mind and my soul are ready to kick ass and push push push and go go go but my body wants to do anything but cooperate.
I have the strength and the will but the endurance and the body aren't on the same level.
I hate having to punk out on the exercises everyone else is doing and I hate to have to keep running to David telling him things hurt so I try to work through it.
Ask my serious running friends what to do about the calf pain and then told me to use the foam rollers before and after class on the front and backs of my legs so I'll do that tomorrow.
For my back I know I just have to alternate between light and heavy weights.
I know that taking time off is the worst thing I can do because it's never going to get better if I don't push through and strengthen these muscles but it's not making class any fun for me.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Bra
This really might be an overshare but heck, I've never had any shame in my game, why would I start now. This is hands down the BEST sports bra I've ever ever ever owned.
Seriously. I'm a big chested gal and in the past I've never felt comfortable running or jumping if not for the self conscious factor than simply for the reason that it HURT.
I got this bra and it's my new best friend. Seriously. It keeps everything in place and since it's a racing back style I never have to worry about straps falling down. Now I can run and jump and do whatever I need to do without concern of pain from floppy boobs!
http://www.titlenine.com/product/313801.do?kwd=tHE+LAST+RESORT+BRA
Seriously. I'm a big chested gal and in the past I've never felt comfortable running or jumping if not for the self conscious factor than simply for the reason that it HURT.
I got this bra and it's my new best friend. Seriously. It keeps everything in place and since it's a racing back style I never have to worry about straps falling down. Now I can run and jump and do whatever I need to do without concern of pain from floppy boobs!
http://www.titlenine.com/product/313801.do?kwd=tHE+LAST+RESORT+BRA
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Twin Lights
Two years ago I rented a bike and did this bike event and it was quite possibly the most frustrating, crappy bike experience I've ever had.
http://www.bikenewyork.org/ride/twin-lights-ride/
The bike seat was way too low but I was truly too green to know how to fix it so I rode with it
and within the first 10 minutes of the ride you run into hills from hell.
I felt defeated before I'd even had a chance to get started.
I want to do it again.
Part of my brain is saying
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND WOMAN?!"
but the stubborn part of me who knows how hard I'm working on my legs these days knows that if I do it again it will be completely and totally different.
It's not till September and that gives me plenty of time and rides to work on my hills and my legs.
I hate feeling like I didn't get to really do it and feel that hating on the ride isn't giving it a fair chance.
We will see
http://www.bikenewyork.org/ride/twin-lights-ride/
The bike seat was way too low but I was truly too green to know how to fix it so I rode with it
I want to do it again.
Part of my brain is saying
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND WOMAN?!"
but the stubborn part of me who knows how hard I'm working on my legs these days knows that if I do it again it will be completely and totally different.
It's not till September and that gives me plenty of time and rides to work on my hills and my legs.
I hate feeling like I didn't get to really do it and feel that hating on the ride isn't giving it a fair chance.
We will see
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Competition
Part of what I love about Hoboken Boot Camps is the lack of competitive spirit in class and that there are no judgements. Each of us supports the rest and none of us focuses on what others are doing in class. We are all just trying to survive and push ourselves the best we can.
The competitive aspect for me has been so absent that when it shows up it confuses me and feels really out of place.
I've noticed one fellow student seems to be a total type A personality and she seems happiest when she's the fastest, strongest, gal with the most stamina in our classes.
I wouldn't have any issues with her except I seem to bring out this side of her.
I grab a bell, she grabs heavier. Today during our work with the tension bands she was working with a black band (more tension, harder to work with) and I grabbed a red band. When questioned about her band choice and informed she could go to red if she was struggling, she looked right at me and said
"Red bands are for weak folks"
When we were working with dumbells and I had a 12 pound the whole class and she had switched to a 20 pound she informed someone that she switched because
"the 12 pounders don't really offer a challenge"
I do one handed swings with the Kettlebells. Up until recently she did two handed swings. Today she's across from me doing one handed swings. (I usually switch hands at the top of my swing but lately I've been doing 5 swings, and then switching hands. If she starts to do this I will be forced to take it to the other side of the studio to get away from her.)
I don't know. It could all be in my head but I really feel a weird vibe off this gal. She just gives off this very cold, standoffish, superior aura and it's not much fun to be around.
I've actually taken my Kettlebell and gone to the other side of the studio so I'm not near her.
She's not going to push me to heavier weights or get me to move faster. I'm gonna focus on me and doin my thing as I always have.
I'm not a competitive soul. I'd much rather cheer you on from the sidelines than try to best you in a competition.
I'm secure in who I am and what I can and cannot do and I know that the ability to swing the 40 pound Kettlebell does not make anyone a better person than I am.
I know that I can swing and lift the 70 plus pound Kettlebell and I can carry the 100+ pound monster truck tire across the studio and I've pushed all 220 pounds of David on the sled and have given Linda and Jess piggyback rides so if you want to think you are stronger than I am, groovy on you.
See? That. That right there is what I DO NOT want to do and what I've never felt I had to do. I've never had to compare and justify my accomplishments to anyone and yet here, I've just gone and done it. DAMN IT.
I won't lie. I'm really crazy proud of how strong I am and how strong I'm working on becoming. I'm really proud of what I can do that lots of gals who come to class can't do but I'm also totally aware that 90% of the gals I take class with kick my ass in the aerobic department. That's cool with me!
I push me because I want to best me and compete only with me. I've learned from 2+ years of working with David that I have to work smarter not harder. I've learned that just because I can, doesn't mean I should or that I have to.
That I don't have to and that no one cares what I can or cannot do is part of the reason I know I can. No one judges and that environment allows me the freedom to feel no shame when I push myself and fail the first time around.
More than one person has commented to David how they saw me in class they assumed I was some short, fat chick who had no business being there and then when they watched me in class they realized how strong I am and how I can totally keep up with what everyone is doing and then some.
Maybe that's why she's weird towards me? Because her first impression and the truth didn't match up? Who the hell knows. I'll never know and I don't really care much.
If this weird whatever she's got going on causes her to give it all she's got with each class then that's fantastic. I'm all for it then. If my being in the same class with you causes you to lift heavier, swing harder, run faster and leave it all on the floor at the end of class than you are more than welcome to form whatever you want to in your head about me.
It's just funny that she's chosen to compete with me, the one really non competitive person in the whole room.
The competitive aspect for me has been so absent that when it shows up it confuses me and feels really out of place.
I've noticed one fellow student seems to be a total type A personality and she seems happiest when she's the fastest, strongest, gal with the most stamina in our classes.
I wouldn't have any issues with her except I seem to bring out this side of her.
I grab a bell, she grabs heavier. Today during our work with the tension bands she was working with a black band (more tension, harder to work with) and I grabbed a red band. When questioned about her band choice and informed she could go to red if she was struggling, she looked right at me and said
"Red bands are for weak folks"
When we were working with dumbells and I had a 12 pound the whole class and she had switched to a 20 pound she informed someone that she switched because
"the 12 pounders don't really offer a challenge"
I do one handed swings with the Kettlebells. Up until recently she did two handed swings. Today she's across from me doing one handed swings. (I usually switch hands at the top of my swing but lately I've been doing 5 swings, and then switching hands. If she starts to do this I will be forced to take it to the other side of the studio to get away from her.)
I don't know. It could all be in my head but I really feel a weird vibe off this gal. She just gives off this very cold, standoffish, superior aura and it's not much fun to be around.
I've actually taken my Kettlebell and gone to the other side of the studio so I'm not near her.
She's not going to push me to heavier weights or get me to move faster. I'm gonna focus on me and doin my thing as I always have.
I'm not a competitive soul. I'd much rather cheer you on from the sidelines than try to best you in a competition.
I'm secure in who I am and what I can and cannot do and I know that the ability to swing the 40 pound Kettlebell does not make anyone a better person than I am.
I know that I can swing and lift the 70 plus pound Kettlebell and I can carry the 100+ pound monster truck tire across the studio and I've pushed all 220 pounds of David on the sled and have given Linda and Jess piggyback rides so if you want to think you are stronger than I am, groovy on you.
See? That. That right there is what I DO NOT want to do and what I've never felt I had to do. I've never had to compare and justify my accomplishments to anyone and yet here, I've just gone and done it. DAMN IT.
I won't lie. I'm really crazy proud of how strong I am and how strong I'm working on becoming. I'm really proud of what I can do that lots of gals who come to class can't do but I'm also totally aware that 90% of the gals I take class with kick my ass in the aerobic department. That's cool with me!
I push me because I want to best me and compete only with me. I've learned from 2+ years of working with David that I have to work smarter not harder. I've learned that just because I can, doesn't mean I should or that I have to.
That I don't have to and that no one cares what I can or cannot do is part of the reason I know I can. No one judges and that environment allows me the freedom to feel no shame when I push myself and fail the first time around.
More than one person has commented to David how they saw me in class they assumed I was some short, fat chick who had no business being there and then when they watched me in class they realized how strong I am and how I can totally keep up with what everyone is doing and then some.
Maybe that's why she's weird towards me? Because her first impression and the truth didn't match up? Who the hell knows. I'll never know and I don't really care much.
If this weird whatever she's got going on causes her to give it all she's got with each class then that's fantastic. I'm all for it then. If my being in the same class with you causes you to lift heavier, swing harder, run faster and leave it all on the floor at the end of class than you are more than welcome to form whatever you want to in your head about me.
It's just funny that she's chosen to compete with me, the one really non competitive person in the whole room.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Motivation
Thanks to vacation and then a crazy pre-christmas week I haven't been to Boot Camp or even slapped on my sneakers in about 2 weeks.
That's bad, bad stuff. I know I need to go back because I'm totally starting to get soft and lose my beloved muscle tone.
As I was thinking about Boot Camp and exercise in general I wished that I was one of those people that craved movement and exercise.
I'm not though. I go because I always feel good after and because I know I need to go but I don't ever get weird or stressed out if I don't go.
I have lots of pals who can't, physically, mentally cannot skip some form of exercise on a daily basis. It messes with their psyche and screws with their moods.
I envy them.
If I don't move, don't exercise and keep my fat ass in front of my computer I never get that internal itch, or that alarm that tells me to get up and get out.
The closest I can get to any anxiety about the lack of exercise is knowing how it's going to hurt when I go back.
Once I'm back and in my groove I'm a fearsome beast, always trying to beat my own records, set new personal goals and I'm as focused as anyone ever could be.
I know lots of Strength training folks abide by the "no excuses" rule and let nothing, NOTHING get in the way of their training. It comes above all else to them.
I truly wish that I could be like that. It's not that I'm not driven or disciplined. I am. I will put whatever I need into meeting my own goals it's just that if something else in my life needs me I will not go out of my way, at whatever cost to be sure I move or lift or sweat that day.
I will skip that day and the next if I have to, and the next without a hint of regret or guilt.
My schedule gives me two Boot Camp classes to chose from on a daily basis. I can do the 9am or the 10am M-F.
If I wanted to skip kissing my kids goodnight or eating dinner with my husband I could go and do the 7:15pm or 8:00pm but I'm not going to do that.
See? Not willing to give it up for the sake of exercise. I have my very own Kettlebell here in my apartment but no room inside to swing it. Seriously. This place is THAT small.
Tomorrow morning however, I AM going to attempt a run. I might only get around the block but something will be better than nothing right?
If nothing else I know it will feel good when I'm done.
That's bad, bad stuff. I know I need to go back because I'm totally starting to get soft and lose my beloved muscle tone.
As I was thinking about Boot Camp and exercise in general I wished that I was one of those people that craved movement and exercise.
I'm not though. I go because I always feel good after and because I know I need to go but I don't ever get weird or stressed out if I don't go.
I have lots of pals who can't, physically, mentally cannot skip some form of exercise on a daily basis. It messes with their psyche and screws with their moods.
I envy them.
If I don't move, don't exercise and keep my fat ass in front of my computer I never get that internal itch, or that alarm that tells me to get up and get out.
The closest I can get to any anxiety about the lack of exercise is knowing how it's going to hurt when I go back.
Once I'm back and in my groove I'm a fearsome beast, always trying to beat my own records, set new personal goals and I'm as focused as anyone ever could be.
I know lots of Strength training folks abide by the "no excuses" rule and let nothing, NOTHING get in the way of their training. It comes above all else to them.
I truly wish that I could be like that. It's not that I'm not driven or disciplined. I am. I will put whatever I need into meeting my own goals it's just that if something else in my life needs me I will not go out of my way, at whatever cost to be sure I move or lift or sweat that day.
I will skip that day and the next if I have to, and the next without a hint of regret or guilt.
My schedule gives me two Boot Camp classes to chose from on a daily basis. I can do the 9am or the 10am M-F.
If I wanted to skip kissing my kids goodnight or eating dinner with my husband I could go and do the 7:15pm or 8:00pm but I'm not going to do that.
See? Not willing to give it up for the sake of exercise. I have my very own Kettlebell here in my apartment but no room inside to swing it. Seriously. This place is THAT small.
Tomorrow morning however, I AM going to attempt a run. I might only get around the block but something will be better than nothing right?
If nothing else I know it will feel good when I'm done.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Running
I've NEVER wanted to be a runner, never thought about running, always thought runners were a little touched in the head.
My father who has been obese his whole life, used to run when I was a little girl and I remember him getting his whole outfit on to go and run laps around Washington Square Park. (apparently 1 time around the park is 1/2 a mile) I also remember how much he hated it and even when he was running, he would mock the other hardcore runners who ran no matter what the weather.
EVERYONE in Hoboken runs so I guess it was just a matter of time before I fell in line. I've quickly come to realize that there is a serious science to this running thing and there are a lot of dos and don'ts when it comes to your stride, your footfall, your body position and your pace.
Knowing I'm never going to be a serious runner, but knowing that I do want to get that Disney 5K under my belt I've been playing around with how I hold my body and the distance of my stride and my pace.
Most of my runner friends seem to prefer a large stride. Cover more distance with each stroke of your leg. Makes perfect sense for those that have longer legs. I found today that if I try for a longer stride, I get tired much quicker and it feels really awkward. I have short legs and have to work with what I've got and a shorter stride feels more comfortable to me.
This amuses me because back when I had horses I always preferred a shorted stride like that of a pony vs a larger horse with a longer stride. The bigger the stride (the more distance covered with each footfall) the more out of control I always felt. Guess I'm just a pony at heart!
Today as I was doing my warmup laps I found what felt like the perfect position for me. I had a not so fast pace going but the way I was holding myself felt really comfortable and my stride felt solid and comfy. I also found that I wasn't as out of breath as I usually am.
We have 9 days till our Disney trip and I've been doing my homework on the jogging trails that are around our hotel. I've found the one I'm going to attempt each morning.
It's a loop that is .8 miles.
Discussing the fact that I'm planning on running anywhere is still really odd to me...
My father who has been obese his whole life, used to run when I was a little girl and I remember him getting his whole outfit on to go and run laps around Washington Square Park. (apparently 1 time around the park is 1/2 a mile) I also remember how much he hated it and even when he was running, he would mock the other hardcore runners who ran no matter what the weather.
EVERYONE in Hoboken runs so I guess it was just a matter of time before I fell in line. I've quickly come to realize that there is a serious science to this running thing and there are a lot of dos and don'ts when it comes to your stride, your footfall, your body position and your pace.
Knowing I'm never going to be a serious runner, but knowing that I do want to get that Disney 5K under my belt I've been playing around with how I hold my body and the distance of my stride and my pace.
Most of my runner friends seem to prefer a large stride. Cover more distance with each stroke of your leg. Makes perfect sense for those that have longer legs. I found today that if I try for a longer stride, I get tired much quicker and it feels really awkward. I have short legs and have to work with what I've got and a shorter stride feels more comfortable to me.
This amuses me because back when I had horses I always preferred a shorted stride like that of a pony vs a larger horse with a longer stride. The bigger the stride (the more distance covered with each footfall) the more out of control I always felt. Guess I'm just a pony at heart!
Today as I was doing my warmup laps I found what felt like the perfect position for me. I had a not so fast pace going but the way I was holding myself felt really comfortable and my stride felt solid and comfy. I also found that I wasn't as out of breath as I usually am.
We have 9 days till our Disney trip and I've been doing my homework on the jogging trails that are around our hotel. I've found the one I'm going to attempt each morning.
It's a loop that is .8 miles.
Discussing the fact that I'm planning on running anywhere is still really odd to me...
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
The Horses
Growing up, I was fortunate enough to have horses in my life.
1990 would make me all of 17 years old in this video. This is shot at Claremont in NYC. My senior year in high school I kept Bunk there and every day after school I'd go to the barn and take him to Central Park. He kept me away from all the bad things bored teenagers do after school. My friends went to Central Park to get high on drugs. I took my horse to Central Park and got high on taking him for a flat out no holds barred gallop. You haven't lived till you've galloped on an off the track thoroughbred.
I sincerely miss riding and would love to do it again. I miss the way they smell, how they sound, how it feels to fly over a fence. I miss that bond between horse and rider. Maybe one day I'll be able to afford it again.
That is all. I'm done with this wander down memory lane. Carry on...
Smooching on my father's horse Moet.
Foxhunting pal named Nuzzler. He was an awesome horse.
Nuzzler and I again getting ready to jump a picnic table.
My horse. Bunker Hill.
At our friend's farm.
Bunker Hill & I at a horse show at Pace University.
Horse Show.
I started to ride at about 6 years old and got my whole family into it. My father and I were the ones that were really passionate about it though and he and I still really miss it.
Bunk & I I miss the blonde hair almost as much as I miss the horse
Horse Show
I'm riding Nuzzler in this video. The two guys I'm with were my dad's two best pals at the time. Yes, I AM riding in a black leather motorcycle jacket. What? Would you expect a metal chick to ride in something else?!
1990 would make me all of 17 years old in this video. This is shot at Claremont in NYC. My senior year in high school I kept Bunk there and every day after school I'd go to the barn and take him to Central Park. He kept me away from all the bad things bored teenagers do after school. My friends went to Central Park to get high on drugs. I took my horse to Central Park and got high on taking him for a flat out no holds barred gallop. You haven't lived till you've galloped on an off the track thoroughbred.
I sincerely miss riding and would love to do it again. I miss the way they smell, how they sound, how it feels to fly over a fence. I miss that bond between horse and rider. Maybe one day I'll be able to afford it again.
That is all. I'm done with this wander down memory lane. Carry on...
Monday, November 21, 2011
MS Climb to the Top Event
On Sunday March 4th, 2012 I will once again be a part of the National MS Society's "Climb to the Top" event.
I will climb 66 stories or 1255 individual steps to the top of Rockefeller Center Center in NYC.
This unique stair climb fundraiser is hosted by the New York City - Southern New York Chapter of the National MS Society. Participants and sponsors will raise critical funds in direct support of national MS research and the hundreds of comprehensive programs and services the chapter provides the 10,000 residents living with multiple sclerosis in the five boroughs of New York City and Westchester, Putnam, Rockland, Orange and Sullivan counties. MS is a disease of the central nervous system that has no known cause or cure.
My goal this year is to raise $1,000 and I know I will reach it with your help.
You can make a donation by simply clicking on the link to my personal page below or you can write a check - make it payable to Climb to the Top and send it to the address below. Be sure to write my name and account number in the memo section of the check.
National MS Society
attn: Climb to the Top
P.O. Box 10123
Uniondale, NY 11555
My Personal Page
Thank you for your support toward something so important to me.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Today
Today I went to the studio to do some Kettlebell training with David. He had me run through the test with the 17 pound Kettlebell.
100 swings
16 clean & press on each arm
30 snatches
30 squats
Then he had me do 5 sets of 5 snatches on each arm with the 22 pound bell.
I struggled and felt awkward and frustrated with myself and my total lack of form.
I wondered if it would ever come together for me, if I would ever be able to correctly pull off any of these moves.
At this point, it does not feel comfortable and I cannot get the rhythm or the groove. I feel blobby and ungraceful. I feel fat and like a complete amateur.
I feel as though I have absolutely no business going after my certification when I'm this green with simple movements.
Of course, feeling this way only serves to fuel my fire and feed the stubborn passionate ego that I call my own. It hardens my resolve to work twice as hard till I have that breakthrough moment, where I have even one of the moves (the moves that elude me are the simple, basic swing and the downswing of the snatch) executed properly.
I will not give up and will dedicate whatever time it takes to get it right. I don't like to feel uncomfortable with something I love so much.
Having said that, my arms are hurty...
Here are the videos. I've changed the audio to something nicer to listen to than David and I yap...He and I could talk the ears off of any sane human.
On another note, do you see what his 5 year old son is doing?! That's right. Freakin CHINUPS!! And not just one. Oh no. No. He does 10. HE'S FIVE YEARS OLD!!! Jesus Christ. I've got so much catching up to do!
YouTube doesn't care for videos that are longer than 15 mins so I've had to break up the workout he had me do into two parts.
100 swings
16 clean & press on each arm
30 snatches
30 squats
Then he had me do 5 sets of 5 snatches on each arm with the 22 pound bell.
I struggled and felt awkward and frustrated with myself and my total lack of form.
I wondered if it would ever come together for me, if I would ever be able to correctly pull off any of these moves.
At this point, it does not feel comfortable and I cannot get the rhythm or the groove. I feel blobby and ungraceful. I feel fat and like a complete amateur.
I feel as though I have absolutely no business going after my certification when I'm this green with simple movements.
Of course, feeling this way only serves to fuel my fire and feed the stubborn passionate ego that I call my own. It hardens my resolve to work twice as hard till I have that breakthrough moment, where I have even one of the moves (the moves that elude me are the simple, basic swing and the downswing of the snatch) executed properly.
I will not give up and will dedicate whatever time it takes to get it right. I don't like to feel uncomfortable with something I love so much.
Having said that, my arms are hurty...
Here are the videos. I've changed the audio to something nicer to listen to than David and I yap...He and I could talk the ears off of any sane human.
On another note, do you see what his 5 year old son is doing?! That's right. Freakin CHINUPS!! And not just one. Oh no. No. He does 10. HE'S FIVE YEARS OLD!!! Jesus Christ. I've got so much catching up to do!
YouTube doesn't care for videos that are longer than 15 mins so I've had to break up the workout he had me do into two parts.
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