Today, I've been a little nostalgic. It's been months since I've heard My Sailor's voice, so I went through some old videos from my Facebook page. There are a few that were shot by My Sailor back in December, and he talks to me a little bit on them. (Submariner's don't have phone contact.) The sound of his voice saying all the right supportive things was great. I hear he's working really hard while he's underway, and we're really looking forward to hitting the gym together when he gets back. Gotta see what these new bodies are capable of, right?
So, I know that he has access to the highlight real of stuff he's missed, so I watched that a few times today. (Here it is for those of you who missed that post - December - April).
The funny thing is, the lens I watch it through has changed. I see subtle-yet-drastic changes in my technique from those 30-35lb Turkish Get Ups with kettlebells, to the Turkish Get up with the bar and some weights...
And it's pretty obvious that there were some huge shifts in body composition between now and then...
But since I've completed the Olympic Lifting Coaching class, I see where some of my lifts have gotten better even from then.
Today, I was reminded again that there is muscle under all this skin. The hard work is paying off.
I'm quickly approaching the race I've been hoping to use to set a new record. Instead of feeling a ton of pressure, I find I'm surprisingly quietly excited and at peace about it. Over 5000 people are running this same race. Part of me is dreading that fact. That's a lot of bodies to dodge in 5 kilometers. But the rest of me is excited about the prospect of PRing (translation - setting a Personal Record) under such challenging circumstances.
After all, I won't know if I'm capable of it until I give it my all.
There is a cliche of "Fake it Til You Make It". Honestly, it helps.
Today, I wasn't sure if I could make a box jump. (Well, my rational mind knew I was capable, but the over-protective part of my brain said, "um... look at all the ways you could have an accident doing that?!") But, convincing myself that it was just a matter of effort, I kicked it into gear, and made the subsequent 70 box jumps just fine.
After all, if I fell, help was near by and most things are fixable by modern medicine. Might as well try it and see what happens, right? (And "I fell doing box jumps" is a much better story than last summer's "I fell into a coffee table while attempting handstands, after 2 beers...")
I know that My Sailor has this video in his hot little hands - and I can't wait for him to see how far I've come.
While some couples play a "Who can lose more weight while we're deployed?" game, we never signed up for that rationale. It was understood when he left that I would do what I needed to do, and he would do what he needed to do. While we can encourage and support each other, we are each responsibile for ourselves in this arena.
And he has come through - in a big way.
Instead of it being a "I can't wait to get home and eat myself stupid" situation, he's committed to staying healthy. Like me, he wants to keep the weight off, not just yo-yo between deployments. The trainer/coach in me lives for this kind of stuff! I love seeing people change their lives and to have it happen so close to home is yet another reminder I'm heading the right way.
Trust me, the results I've seen in myself aren't what I expected at all. I expected to lose 30 lbs in a few months and quit. That was my original "finish line" over a year ago.
Instead, I discovered a 45lb intoxicating bar... and all of it's friends.
And that hang over (you know, sore muscles) feels amazing.
The last time he saw me - I was the girl doing the first 2 kettle bell lifts (called Turkish Get Ups) in the video.
And now - just 4 short months later...
But since I've completed the Olympic Lifting Coaching class, I see where some of my lifts have gotten better even from then.
Today, I was reminded again that there is muscle under all this skin. The hard work is paying off.
I'm quickly approaching the race I've been hoping to use to set a new record. Instead of feeling a ton of pressure, I find I'm surprisingly quietly excited and at peace about it. Over 5000 people are running this same race. Part of me is dreading that fact. That's a lot of bodies to dodge in 5 kilometers. But the rest of me is excited about the prospect of PRing (translation - setting a Personal Record) under such challenging circumstances.
After all, I won't know if I'm capable of it until I give it my all.
There is a cliche of "Fake it Til You Make It". Honestly, it helps.
Today, I wasn't sure if I could make a box jump. (Well, my rational mind knew I was capable, but the over-protective part of my brain said, "um... look at all the ways you could have an accident doing that?!") But, convincing myself that it was just a matter of effort, I kicked it into gear, and made the subsequent 70 box jumps just fine.
After all, if I fell, help was near by and most things are fixable by modern medicine. Might as well try it and see what happens, right? (And "I fell doing box jumps" is a much better story than last summer's "I fell into a coffee table while attempting handstands, after 2 beers...")
I know that My Sailor has this video in his hot little hands - and I can't wait for him to see how far I've come.
While some couples play a "Who can lose more weight while we're deployed?" game, we never signed up for that rationale. It was understood when he left that I would do what I needed to do, and he would do what he needed to do. While we can encourage and support each other, we are each responsibile for ourselves in this arena.
And he has come through - in a big way.
Instead of it being a "I can't wait to get home and eat myself stupid" situation, he's committed to staying healthy. Like me, he wants to keep the weight off, not just yo-yo between deployments. The trainer/coach in me lives for this kind of stuff! I love seeing people change their lives and to have it happen so close to home is yet another reminder I'm heading the right way.
Trust me, the results I've seen in myself aren't what I expected at all. I expected to lose 30 lbs in a few months and quit. That was my original "finish line" over a year ago.
Instead, I discovered a 45lb intoxicating bar... and all of it's friends.
And that hang over (you know, sore muscles) feels amazing.
The last time he saw me - I was the girl doing the first 2 kettle bell lifts (called Turkish Get Ups) in the video.
And now - just 4 short months later...
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| April 2014 |
The physical changes haven't been anything I could have imagined...
Honestly-
They've been better.
Every person puts on muscle differently.
But I have a feeling that the changes I didn't anticipate won't matter one bit when he gets home.
Honestly-
They've been better.
Every person puts on muscle differently.
But I have a feeling that the changes I didn't anticipate won't matter one bit when he gets home.
As for the race- Bring it, Everest. Armed with my work out tracks (most of which are decidedly non-Disney), I'm ready to test my limits.
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You are truly amazing. It's so cool to see what you have done for yourself. Your attitude is so incredibly great and the tone of your posts is so positive and inspiring. You seem to be handling life and all it throws at you so well!
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your PR at Everest. I'll be there too, but for me it will be just for fun as unlike you I haven't handled life so well lately, but I'm working on it :)!