Posts tagged crossfit
Three Years.

Thank you TimeHop for reminding me that it has been three years since my free trial workout at Crossfit Full Circle. I have no idea how it has been that long but time flies when you're squatting. In honor of this rather random event anniversary, I'd thought I put together a quick post with links highlighting the past three years of my gym life from.... 20121009-185744.jpg

starting Crossfit....

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...to switching to more lifting, less running...

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...and then trying out a Strongman competition for the first time...

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...to doing it again for funsies...

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA ... to doing several more Strongman competitions and moving into the open class...

 

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...and continuing to compete and pursue Strongman as a competitive sport.

 

The next three years should be awesome.

My Lifting Story

I realize that I've never really told my "story" of how I got into lifting and strongman in its entirety. It's sort of evolved in this space over the years and there are bits and pieces of it floating around, but it's never been put down in one place. So that's what I'm going to do.

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Early things:

I was always overweight from the time I was in elementary and middle school. I liked to be active and played basketball and volleyball in middle school but was never really “sporty” or super active. I had  no idea if I was any "good" at my respective sports but I enjoyed it. My school was very small (as in I graduated 8th grade with 18 people) but I had fun and liked being competitive and practicing. My weight was an issue and I felt very self conscious about it; but at the time, I felt like it would work itself out somehow.

[we are babies. BABIES. Also, prom.]

High school:

I was still overweight and decided not to play sports in high school. In reality, I was just really afraid of joining a big team and not being really good at something. I threw myself into school and getting good grades. I also took up music as a more serious hobby. Throughout high school, I tried over and over again to lose weight but it never really happened - probably because my uhhhh extra curricular activities weren't conducive to health and fitness and because again, I was afraid of trying and failing. By my senior year, I'm pretty health conscious, I had been exercising with some regularity for a year or so (all cardio although my dad did introduce me to weights). I felt okay and not great. I had lost a little weight but not much.

 

College:

[because after you graduate, you drink champagne in your kitchen]

After moving across the country and starting college, I started exercising very regularly since most of my friends also worked out. I partied hard but worked equally as hard. In college, I never took less than 15-19 credits while working 2-3 jobs. I also managed to graduate with a 3.8GPA.  To say I was stressed out was an understatement - and all of that stress was my own doing. I was so incredibly sick at the end of my undergraduate career and start of graduate school that I could barely work. I went to numerous doctors to try and figure out why I'm was so sick, why I couldn’t lose weight despite barely eating and exercising all the time, and why I felt so bad. At this point, I even think that maybe I’m  never going to feel better or maybe this is all in my head. It really felt like there was nothing that would help.

I gained quite a bit of weight at this point because of how awful I felt, a new relationship (WE LOVE FOOOOOD!), and just being too busy to do much of anything but trying to survive. I reached my heaviest around this time. I have no idea what I weighed (I avoided the scale) but I’d guess close to 200lbs.

I traveled hours and hours to go to specialists who told me to "try eating 700-800 cals a day and do 4 hours of cardio". I told them to fuck off and cried. This process repeated itself a few times until we finally figure out that 1) my insulin levels are waaaay out of whack and 2) I have a serious problem with gluten.

Fixing those issues brings dramatic results: I'm no longer in so much pain that I can't do anything, I no longer take heavy duty psychotropic meds for daily debilitating migraines, and I finally feel like a "normal" person. I’m able to work out and lose some weight and drop to about 185lbs.

Post-college:

I exercised a lot - mostly a variety of running, plyometric stuff, and the occasional machine at the gym. I was eating more, kind of, but barely. I was also eating a mostly vegetarian/vegan diet which seriously screwed with my system (uh if you're super insulin resistant and haven't addressed that and try to survive off of carbs, you're going to have a bad time). I also tried a keto/low carb diet to get my insulin levels under control and it didn’t help but does make me miserable and cranky. At this time, I was working closely with a sports med doctor and nutritionist to get a handle on my numerous injuries that had occurred with regular frequency for years (mostly knee related). I got married and was in better shape than I had been in in years. I felt okay but not fantastic.

Finally, after years of not eating enough, having serious malabsorption issues, and trying to cardio myself into a size 6, I fractured my foot. My doctor was puzzled by the type of fracture and sent me to get a dexa scan. It turned out I had severe osteopenia and my bones were incredibly weak - like "are you sure you’re 20something and not 95 years old" weak. At this point, my doctor tells me I need to start lifting weights or I can anticipate a pretty lackluster quality of life. Since I was in a boot and wanted to stay active somehow, I didn’t really have a choice.

I started lifting some dumbbells and weights and followed a program - I think it was one of Jamie Eason's programs from Bodybuilding.com. To my surprise, I started to lose weight and I found myself really looking forward to my lifting days. I liked seeing my weights and reps move up and it gave me a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. I started incorporating a few barbell things into my workouts and doing more crossfit type workouts. I I had spent about 3 months lifting some sort of weights, lost another 10lbs or so, and was generally happy with what weights were doing for me both physically and mentally.

 

Crossfit:

Since I already liked  doing that sort of stuff, I tried an actual crossfit gym. I loved it and committed to doing Crossfit full time.

I did crossfit regularly and lost weight and made progress. I learned a lot and enjoyed every single second of it (okay, maybe not the running or pull up seconds).

I soon realized that I really love lifting and loathed running and started doing our barbell program exclusively. I also did a whole30 at this time and end up learning a lot, but lost a lot of muscle because I wasn't eating enough and had gone too low carb. I was mostly paleo and shunning carbs but I tried incorporating more food and more carbs to try and gain some strength and muscle back. I started gaining muscle and strength and feeling better than I had ever felt. I was fully invested and had 100% drank the kool aid.

 

Strongman:

I decided (ok more like I was strongly persuaded) to try strongman. It was really the first time I did something that I was not remotely good at. I mean, I wasn’t very good at Crossfit either, but having to commit to something and perform at something where I am virtually guaranteed to not be the best was something far, far, FAR outside my comfort zone. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a perfectionist and over-achiever to the billionth degree. I was scared but trusted my program.

 

I was terrified that I would forget everything and fall on my face but competed anyways. It was such a great experience that I decided to compete again. And again. And again.  I am absolutely smitten with strongman.

I love this sport and it holds my interest. It's challenging and hard and varied and the people in it are absolutely amazing. After competing a lot my first year, I decided I wanted to aim higher and get better and REALLY do this. My coach and I decide that I can move down a weight class and get out of the novice division for my next season. I spent 6 months losing about 30lbs and competed in my first contest as an open lightweight competitor in January.

 As I got leaner, my carbohydrate tolerance significantly changed. I can eat 200-300g of carbs a day and maintain sub 20% bodyfat and excellent health markers. It turns out if you stop being a ball of stress and improve your insulin sensitivity (via lifting a LOT of weights and increasing muscle), your body gets pretty happy.I also got a lot stronger, faster, fitter, and cannot wait to compete a few more times this season.

 

I LOVE competing and I really can't imagine life without it. It's truly something special. I love working hard and achieving something. At times, it is really difficult and there may be some tears shed on platforms (happy tears and frustrated tears), and I've thrown my belt and stomped around and yelled and cursed and jumped up and down more times than I can count. I've felt completely beat up and tired and like I'm totally not going to compete again because it's hard and then I do it and it is all WORTH IT. Beyond worth it.

Plus, I now have a team full of the most fantastic and hilarious people to compete with. Between my first competition and today, the strongman/strongma'am  team at our gym has grown from: me -->me and my coach --> me and now 7-8 women and 4 men. I really can't imagine a more fun and rewarding sport to be a part of and having a team just makes it that much better.

So that's my story, so far. I can't wait to see where this story goes.

Just Show Up

Throughout the past 3 weeks or so of what has largely consisted of frustration and rough gym sessions, people keep asking me “how do you stay motivated?!” or saying things like “I wish I was as disciplined as you”. It’s easy to be motivated to do something when you actually like doing it. I get out of bed and walk into the gyms looking forward to spending time there and getting my work done - on most days. On other days, I’m tired and would rather sleep but with my current schedule, that really isn’t much of an option.  I don’t consider myself much of a “disciplined” person - but I am a very consistent person. I very rarely miss a gym session because 1.) I don’t want to and 2.) I’m flexible. I’m flexible enough to know that if I can’t do my squats on Monday, I can try and get them done on Tuesday instead. If I can’t do that, I can try and alter my Wednesday workout to do what is going to be the most beneficial. I’ll take time off if needed - but if I’m being honest, I’m really terrible at doing this and usually need someone to say “YOU ARE NOT WORKING OUT”. I’d rather modify and do what I can but sometimes, that isn’t an option.  I get frustrated. Really frustrated.

 

It’s tough to have a rough patch where progress isn’t happening at a such a rapid pace. Well, welcome to not being a completely untrained novice - you’re going to have to work a lot harder for a smaller reward, it’s going to be infuriating at times, but it’s going to be worth it. You’ll probably catch yourself saying things such as “Oh, it’s not as much as everyone else buuut I squatted this” or “I mean, it was only a 5lb PR.” or “It wasn’t as great as this person but I did this.” You can go ahead and stop right there because, no matter what it is, you worked hard and accomplished something. There is no qualifier needed. I don’t care if it’s an empty bar, if it’s progress, and you’re proud of it, you should celebrate it - no “well, it’s only..” needed. It’s easy to celebrate progress as a beginner - everything is shiny and new and bright. As time goes on and the PRs become few and far between, it gets more difficult to keep the same optimistic outlook. You need something to sustain yourself outside of an external reward.

 

I actually really like what Camille Leblanc-Bazinet has to say about the topic:

You Have To Be Relentless from XENDURANCE on Vimeo.

When I get extraordinarily frustrated (and I’m not injured or in need of a mental break),  I just simply show up. I know what I’m supposed to do that day, I do my best to do those things, but if it’s not there, then it’s not there. I make a note of it, take some time to look back and why it wasn’t there and what I can do next time to make it better.Throwing my hands up and saying “screw it” because I’m not PRing the crap out of everything isn’t an option. It just isn’t. And while I know the process isn’t linear, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel like just throwing in the towel after a particularly rough day, week, month. At some point, just showing up consistently turns into progress and the little things begin to add up. And while the temptation is to do more things - make it more complicated, do more volume, etc.; that probably isn’t your issue.

Momentum is a tough thing to counter - if you keep showing up, it gets easier to show up. While it may be hard to get started, it is easier to continue. The power in just showing up is that you keep that forward momentum. There are not starts and stops, there are breaks and detours, but you keep moving forward. So before adding in more activity, more squats, more banded chained clean complexes (I’m being sarcastic - please don’t do that), take a second to reflect on your consistency. Are you willing to just walk in the door and keep going without instant gratification? Simply showing up with some regularity will probably do much more than trying to complicate the crap out of something that doesn’t need to be that complicated.