How FOMO Pushed Me to Make a Crazy Decision

HammerChisel

I wouldn’t say I’m someone that always follows the pack, but I definitely am someone who want to know what’s going on.  I’m a little on the gossipy side.  I snoop.  I admit it – I often have FOMO – Fear of Missing Out.

This particular adventure started in October.  Beachbody previewed it’s newest workout at a Super Saturday even I attended.  I had heard about this program at Summit in July and I thought it sounded interesting, but not for me.  It was hardcore.  It was lots of lifting.  It was for super fit people to get sculpted.  I’m not a body builder – I like weights, but I didn’t think this was for me.

The previewed workout was REALLY FUN.  Even more of note, my husband attended, did the workout and expressed interest in the program.  That’s a big deal.  He’s not a program groupie.  He does his own thing.  But he was pumped.

Then the marketing train really started.  The excitement was building.  The two trainers leading the program announced THEY were running a Challenge Group.  The CEO was in it.  My team was gearing up.

Well, shit.

I didn’t want to be left behind.  I wanted in on the new hotness.  I had to do it.

The Master’s Hammer and Chisel launched in December.  I gave myself December to get ready and do a 21 Day Fix to see if I could get ready for the punishment.  21 Day Fix is a great program and I found that it was COMPLETELY something I could easily handle. Almost too much.  So, I thought I was ready for this Hammer & Chisel stuff.

Luckily the meal plans are nearly identical. And I had experience seeing my husband doing the exercises for a month before my first day.

There’s a pretty big disclaimer on this one that I ignored. THIS IS A PROGRAM FOR GRADUATES OF OTHER DIFFICULT PROGRAMS, LIKE INSANITY, P90X, 21 DAY FIX EXTREME.

I did it anyway.

The first week was hard but okay.  By 4 days in it was time for a rest day and I honestly thought I could have handled another workout.  But I rested.  I was sore, sure, but it was okay.

By week 2 all the punishment from the workouts compounded and I felt absolutely defeated. But I limped through.  I drank my Recovery shakes.  I got sleep.  I ignored the fact that my ass felt like concrete.

When week 3 rolled in, I was back in the swing of it.  And now I’m in week 6.  I haven’t missed a workout.  Sometimes I’ve done them VERY late at night.  My schedule on second half of week 7 will be tough.  10 hours a day in a Personal Development class – commuting, workouts, pet sitting.  Who needs sleep?

I’m modifying when I have to.  I’m charting my dumb bell weights, and I’m lifting heavier.

This isn’t the program that’s going to get me to lose a bunch of weight.  This is a program that’s going to get me stronger, tougher, and ready for the next program which WILL fat blast.

I’m excited.

The Run I Didn’t Run

I was supposed to run the Rock ‘N’ Roll Half Marathon in Vegas today (well, at time of writing it was yesterday).  I didn’t run.  I didn’t even walk.  Despite being very undertrained – I’ve been putting in sporadic treadmill sessions – and having plantar fasciitis and general ankle aching, I was going to woman up and do 13.1.

Thanks to Patrick for carrying Kurt's remembrance bib.

Thanks to Patrick for carrying Kurt’s remembrance bib.

There were 2 things that put me over the edge to wanting to do this anyway, aside from just being a badass chick.  The first is, this run benefits the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation and my dear friend Kurt passed away from Crohn’s related complications.  Crohn’s also impacts several friends, sorority sisters, and children of friends.  So I wanted to do it for them.

The second reason I wanted to run anyway is last year I made a friend in my corral for the 10K.  Lynnette and I had a lot of fun, even when we got sort of lost and had to double back to actually finish the 10K.  We had made plans to do the half together and I didn’t want to let her down.  She’s super cool and I was looking forward to spending time with her again.

So what pushed me over the edge?  Over the last 2 days I walked around Las Vegas in supportive shoes and recover flip flops, yet – by yesterday afternoon I was getting some knee pain.  Overall I did early 20 miles in those 2 days, which is quite a bit more than I expected.  The knee pain got worse overnight.  I got a brace, started icing, elevated it, rested it, but close to race time, I was still in a lot of pain and hobbling.  If it had been a 5K, I probably would have sucked it up.  But with 4 times that distance, I decided that this would have to be a race I’d sit out.

So I DNFed this one.  Heck, I didn’t even start.  I got some great advice in the Expo for my plantar fasciitis.  Once I’m back home I’m full throttle on getting that healed because it’s really impacting my training negatively.  In general, taking care of my soft tissue needs to be a priority because, hey, I’m not getting any younger.  Knee, feet, ankles, they are all going to be well taken care of.

And June will be here before I know it.  This may not have been my first half marathon – but maybe it’s because I had more things to learn.  Listening to my body is important.  If I’m going to keep improving the world one cup of coffee at a time, I’m going to have to stand.  Busted knees aren’t good with that.

I have a feeling Kurt would have thought I was insane for wanting to do a half marathon.  But, it was important to me that the remembrance bib be worn, so Patrick wore it for me.  I hope I get to come back some other time and do this race right.

Progress Photos are Scary!

**This post actually came from my Facebook page.  I can’t freaking believe I put this photo on there, on here, heck, I even sent it to an ex-boyfriend.  Why?  Because I’m not hiding.  I’m DOING this.  I’m a normal person and I’ve got normal person feelings.  So someone else who is a normal person with normal person feelings needs to know he is not alone.**

The first time I joined a challenge group here on Facebook, my coach Jamie wanted me to send her before photos. I immediately got a lump in my throat. I didn’t want to take photos and I certainly didn’t want to share them with someone I’ve never met.

I mean, let’s get real, we only post the best of the best photos of ourselves when it means other people can see it. We know the angles, we know the lighting, we know the filters. And when you’re struggling with your weight and you finally decide to take a risk and try something new, there’s just so much “new” you can take.

But I took my before photos and I sent them to her. And I’ve sent her photos since then. And I’ve taken some for myself and kept them on folders in my computer I never visit.

I revisited them today at her suggestion. She provided me with a 2014 photo – not even the start of my Beachbody story. The other photo is last week. I still have a long way to go but I’m so grateful for the road it has taken to get here so far.

January 2014 - September 2015

January 2014 – September 2015

So take your before photos. Get your significant other or best friend to take photos of you in workout clothes. You don’t have to obsess over them, tuck them away in a folder, send them to your coach. (I’d love to be your coach!) And when you’re ready to see how far you’ve come, bring them back out into the light.

Oh yeah – and if you turn in your before and after photos, along with a Beachbody program completion, you get a t-shirt and can win $1000.

Haters Gonna Hate

Isn’t it a little ridiculous to be a healthy and fitness coach when you obviously don’t have it all figured out?

You know what, that’s true. I am mid transformation. I do have bad days. In fact I did sample lots of donuts this weekend with my friends.

I can’t tell you that I have it all figured out – I certainly don’t.  But I’m getting there.  Every day I’m closer to my goal that I was the day before.

The thing is, I have the audacity to not hide.

I’m not going to say nothing and emerge like a butterfly.  You get to see the good, the bad, and the annoying along the way.  Some people probably won’t enjoy all my posts.  I know I’ve lost “friends” on Facebook.  I don’t care.  Someone else needed to see that I was out there trying my best on that day.  It made a difference for that person.

I’ve been trying to lose weight since I was 11 years old.  Nothing has “stuck” with me like Beachbody coaching.  I’m constantly uplifted by other coaches, my customers, trainers, and even the executives of the company.  (My CEO tweets at me, what?!?!)  And I know that by having people watching me, you ALL are making me accountable.

A kid can be 5 years old and be a baseball player when she hits the t-ball set up.  She doesn’t have to wait to be in the MLB to be a baseball player.  So why can’t I be a health and fitness coach right now?

Enough said.

Enough said.

Immunologist to Coach

Six years ago, today, was a REALLY bad day.  (ETA – This post was written on 9/11/15)

I know it doesn’t compare to 14 years ago today, but indulge me a little. This is the first time I’ve really talked about this publically.

On 9/11/2009 I was fired/let go/laid off/dismissed from my last professional science job. It was sudden but not entirely a surprise. My 2 friends in the lab had seen my job description up on Craigslist the day before so I had a bit of a heads up. I had just come back to work from getting married over the weekend. I had spent the summer leading up to my wedding working weekends, committing time card fraud at the request of my management, all the while being told I wasn’t doing enough. My work wasn’t good enough. If I worked harder, spent more time, did more, maybe the powers that be would be appeased.

They were not.

I had wanted to be a scientist – no joke – since I was 9 years old. I pursued it with single minded determination. Science fairs, after school activities, my choice in high school, taking EVERY SINGLE science class my HS offered – these were my preparation steps. I finished my BS in 4 years. I started working at the premier genetics institution in the country out of college. I loved that job. I killed myself for that job, having a miserable personal life, getting ill for that job. All to be… guess what? Fired.

So although I’m very good at what I do, I was fired from my first professional science position and my last professional science position. It wasn’t a difficult take away to think “I must suck!” (Despite excellent job experiences, and graduate school in between.) That pretty much colored the next 3 years on unsuccessfully trying to land another science job. My confidence was broken.

I started to think – what is it I love about science? Of course I find Biology fascinating. The body is AMAZING. Our systems are gorgeous and perfect in how they work. I get a thrill problem solving. The basic reason I had my passion for science was I wanted to help people and make the world a better place. Maybe it wasn’t that I’m a terrible scientist. Maybe it’s that a typical scientific atmosphere doesn’t not suit who I actually am.

I will always be a scientist. It’s a part of how I approach the day. But now I’m a coach. My lab is my body. The people around me are my professional interest.

I love human beings and I thrive connecting with people in real ways. I am an extrovert. I want to make their lives better. I want to make a difference. And I can’t do that by working myself into an early grave. I can only do that by taking care of myself and showing other people how to make their time better as well.

Fitness and health are now my passion. It’s still science! THIS is how I’m making the world a better place. It’s not just figuring out the gene behind something, it’s impacting individuals in whatever way I can. I’m not sure where this is going to take me, but being a Beachbody coach has been the catalyst for changing my life, making peace with my past failures, and realizing that they weren’t failures, they were just trips I had to take to get to where I’m meant to be.

 

Shakeologist

Shakeologist

Maybe I Don’t Hate Bicycles

The whole triathlon thing?  Yeah, it’s still my BIG goal.  I can swim very well.  I haven’t mastered open water swimming in the surf, but I’m a strong swimmer and I know it’s very much something I’ll be able to do.  I’m not the best runner, but I can do it.  I can do the distance.  Well, I can do 6 miles.  Let’s work on the rest.

I can ride a bike.  I mastered that at age 5.  Biking as an adult, knowing the danger, I don’t know, I think I’m a little afraid.  So I haven’t been doing much biking.  I make excuses.  I do other stuff.  I really hate shifting.  It feels weird, it sounds weird.  Cars are scary.

I did some indoor biking this year with my trainer.  I just mashed the pedals.  I put the resistance on, I suffered through the butt pain and I pushed.  I went for time, I went for cadence, I went for calorie burn.  I stood up when I couldn’t stand the butt pain anymore.  I hated every single moment of it.

So I wasn’t too excited about Spin class when my friend wanted to go.  But, I’m a good friend and I went.  When the instructor helped me adjust the bike settings, I knew it was going to be better than I thought.  All my joints lined up.  As soon as class started I knew things would be different.

The music was inspiring and the giant tour of San Francisco kept my eyes satisfied.  The class really got my senses excited and also satiated.  The whole class didn’t fly by.  It was hard.  It was work, but I enjoyed it anyway.  And afterward I got the endorphin high.  THE ENDORPHIN HIGH!  I never get it!  It’s fabulous.

My kick ass instructor, Sharon!

My kick ass instructor, Sharon!

I’ve been able to go two other times and it was equally as great.  And so was the endorphins.  I’m planning to go on my last week in Portland. And then I’m planning to go at my gym in San Diego.  It’s a completely different kind of workout.  And I think the switch up is just want I need right now.

Things have been tough in the last couple weeks.  The spin classes have been just what I needed.  Along with yoga and long walks.  I’m in a good place.

So maybe I’m not a biking goddess, but maybe I can do this after all.