2012 In Review: Thank You!

I’ve been seeing a lot of review posts in my reader the past day or two and it’s been fun reminiscing over posts from some of my favorite bloggers.  I don’t want to post a year in review for this blog, mainly because I didn’t post from February to May, but I did go back and reread to give you all my top three favorite posts. So, here they are:

1. Coming to a Gym Near You…: Announcing AFAA’s newest Certified Group Ex Instructor; the day that I vowed to stop yearning to sleep to dream, because my dreams have arrived.

2. The Power of the Mind: Validation. Strength. Perseverance. Having people to push you and have your back.

3. Fitness Friday: How Group Fitness Gave Me Life: Acknowledging all that group fitness has brought into my life and has taught me about loving myself. (Note: my WordPress year in review stats tell me this was a highly trafficked post, so thank you all!)

There you have it!  Before I shut down for the year, I want to say thank you to all my readers, commenters, lurkers, and even those of you that just stumbled upon this site by searching my tagline. You have done so much to help me not only make this blog what it is, but also find myself. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

In 2012, every bit of laughter and tears, victories and defeats, brought me here to a happiness I never thought I’d find. In 2012, my dream was realized. There are not enough words to describe what this means to me. It all still feels so amazing and surreal to me that I wake up some mornings and have to look to my wall and see that certificate again before I believe it.

I wish you all happiness and blessings on this last night of 2012, and cannot wait to venture into 2013 with you towards new goals, friendships, and fitness classes to teach! 😉

 

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You Are Stronger Than You Think

It seems that many of my posts have focused on the gym and fitness as of late.  I would apologize for this, except I really can’t because it would not be remotely close to sincere. The truth is, this is me. I live fitness. I live health. I live trials and triumphs, moments of weakness and feats of strength, and everything in between. This is my new found love and life force, and I would not trade it for anything.

That said, please come with me on another journey.

Late last night, I finished reading an amazing memoir Waking by Matthew Sanford.  Matthew is a man who, at age 13, was in a car accident that left him with a T4 spinal cord injury.  Matthew writes of learning to navigate life in his now “silent” body, and how his discovery of mind-body relationship led him to physical and emotional healing and his eventual practice as an adaptive yoga instructor in Minnesota.  Fitness friends, family, and all other readers: do yourself a favor, whatever your beliefs and practices, and pick up a copy of this book.

I went to bed feeling deeply touched and satisfied, but more than anything else I felt hopeful.

My alarm went off at 7:15 this morning for Saturday morning gym session. I could have rolled over and gotten a few more hours of sleep. I could have said I’d be going Sunday, Wednesday, and Friday next week because I’m off work. I could have said it was the holidays. I had 1, 000 excuses to choose from. I chose hope.

Today’s class was a challenge from go since I have been dragging it after being sick and making a slow comeback. Interval training followed by TRX training.  For those unfamiliar with TRX, it is a Suspension Training, full body workout system that uses gravity and your bodyweight to perform a variety of exercises.  You are in complete control of the difficulty of your workout simply by changing your body position. This is a confusing explanation, so check out this quick video. 

The class was instructed to do one specific move, that started out holding on to the ropes to do a low row (think pulling your chest up to an imaginary bar from a slightly slanted standing position…or don’t imagine it, I’m doing a horrible job explaining things in this post….just take my word for it!), then drop down into a squat, and pull themselves back up.  I did not have the balance to be able to drop myself into a squat without falling and potentially cracking my head open, so it was time to modify! Yay!

I started the exercise by sitting on the floor slightly leaned back and performed my row. From there I was to lift my body off the ground as dead weight with only my heels as the anchor point. Failed attempt after failed attempt began to leave me more than a little bit frustrated.  At this point, Janice came over and foot blocked me so I wouldn’t completely go sliding and I tried again.

Note: Everything from this point on might sound utterly ridiculous to some, but this is what I believe can happen and this was my experience. I closed my eyes and tried to connect my mind and my body in a way that I had read about only hours before. I needed to feel the energy of my heart, of my will, and somehow transfer that energy into my legs, into my core–to come together and achieve this small goal for the day. I inhaled deeply and I could feel the connection. With what seemed like unimaginable strength, I felt my arms start to strengthen and slowly lift by body. I felt my core muscles engage and noticed that the only physical point of connection I had was at my heels.  This was it. I trusted my mind and it got me through step one. Now it was time to trust my body. A 10 second hold of this position was what was being asked of all of me. Closing my eyes again, I hoped. I pleaded with my body to outlast the time. I know I beg a lot of my body on a daily basis, but I needed this one, because I knew I could.  Janice, standing above me, said “trust your body, you are stronger than you think”. And I believed before those 10 seconds disappeared.

Then I collapsed on the ground and started hysterically laughing because all I wanted to do was cry.  The tears came later on in the day, when my soul processed what occurred in the gym. Today, for the first time, even if for maybe only a total of 30 seconds, I fully trusted my mind and my body. The results were awesome.

Until next time…inhale hope, exhale strength…

What Helps You Face Fears? Getting Back on the Bike…

I’ve been a stranger (again), but my semester is unofficially over at 7pm tonight and I’ll be on the downhill swing of graduate school. Dear God I never thought I’d be able to say those words.

Today I come to all of you loyal readers–family, friends, fitness enthusiasts–looking for a bit of advice.

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About a month and a half or so ago, I went to the gym for a Tuesday night spin class. I set up my bike (the same bike I ride pretty much every class unless it’s already taken), had someone clip in my shoes, and was on my way. Twenty minutes or so into the ride, I noticed my calf was tensing up pretty bad, and eventually my whole leg was so tense I could barely complete a revolution of the pedal. This obviously scared the you-know-what out of me and, not being as comfortable explaining the situation to this particular instructor, I decided to get off the bike. Some of the tension eased once I was off the bike, but it stayed abnormal feeling until the next day. Two weeks later, same thing happened again.  This time I forced myself to fight through and stay on the bike.

Since I couldn’t figure this one out on my own, I went to my PT and asked if he had any ideas.  A few things came to mind: I have generally tight/immobile ankles so if my feet are too pointed it might cause cramping (Solution: try to stretch them more); I might need new shoes because mine are 7 years old and pretty well worn (Solution: bought these); or maybe it’s a bike adjustment issue (Fitness Friends: could this be, when I always ride the same settings? Does my bike fit change over time?).

As you can see, I’ve been making some necessary adjustments; okay maybe I haven’t been stretching quite as much as I should, but I will. Yet I can’t get myself to get back on the bike for the life of me! Spinning was my first fitness love. It will always be my go-to for a heart-pumping, ass-kicking, stress-relieving workout. But this situation has me fearing that it’s going to happen again. I need to get back on the bike for my physical strength and, most importantly, mental sanity, but I’m struggling.

What helps you face your fears and get back on the bike? Any advice from my fellow Spinning fiends or instructors? I appreciate it!!

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