The Finish Line Is Just The Start

Well I did it.  365 days of fitness blogs.  Something written for every day. Some workouts were extreme, like climbing a 14,000 foot peak in snow squalls.  Many others were firsts, like skiing with an Olympian for the first time when I skied with Billy Kidd in Steamboat Springs.  He is the first American man to ever medal in alpine skiing.  From logging miles on trails in Colorado to running through sprinklers in my childhood neighborhood of Greenville, South Carolina, it's been a year of intense workouts, exploring many incredible places, and finding a renewed love of yoga.  It's been a year of a few wipeouts and crashes on bikes and skis and some moments of facing my fear of heights and doing things like rock climbing.

It's been a year of a ton of moments when I just wanted to yell at the top of my lungs, "I am woman, hear me roar."  Sometimes, you've got to be your own cheerleader.  But I also leaned on my fitness coaches.  Yes, I call them coaches because a coach is a trainer, cheerleader, and motivator.  Erin, my Pilates and Kinesis coach at Pura Vida Club, has been with me every single step of the way in this challenge.  I so appreciated it when she told me how proud she was of me for following through with the year-long goal and never giving up.  I started training with Cristina, my intervals and strength training coach, in the last couple of months of this journey.  She is the one who can push me through an 11 mph sprint.  These two, along with my coaches Gregg and Sharon in San Antonio, are not just coaches, they are friends....and yes sometimes my therapists.

This blog started as something for just me.  Yet, it turned into something much greater.  I used it as a fitness journal that was started as a way to hold myself accountable for workouts.  A lot of folks use 40 as a goal to do something fitness related - loose weight, run a marathon.....guess I'm no different.  What I learned along the way is that it wasn't about me becoming the skinniest I've ever been.  Been there, done that, and never want to go through the amount of stress that got me to that point ever again.

What the year became was a year to push myself through some intense workouts to become stronger, faster, and fitter.  One of my favorite stores in Denver, Cry Baby Ranch, carries a t-shirt that says "Strong is the new skinny."  That became my motto for my Workout Warrior Year to 40.

Little did I know when I started the blog that thousands would read it, get inspired by it, and try the workouts and exercises.  I've appreciated the comments on posts.  They've really cheered me on.  I realized it wasn't just about me in this blog anymore.  I just became the vessel to share the workouts, exercises, and lessons learned along the way.  The response to the blog has been incredible.  So much so that I'm trying to figure out how to continue the blog.  It won't be every day - trust me, it's a lot of work and a huge commitment to log something every day.  But the workout video clips, well I'm thinking of continuing those in some fashion.  The blog has also lead to me being a feature writer for NFit, a new fitness magazine in San Antonio, Texas.  I write for magazines and publications on travel and weather, but this my first run as a fitness writer.  Fitting I guess, since fitness has been a huge part of my life from cheerleading in high school, to being a certified aerobics instructor and teaching in Knoxville, Tennessee, and San Antonio, Texas, to running marathons and doing distance bike rides, to my newest fitness passions of hiking mountains, Pilates, and yoga.

For me, the finish line of my 40th birthday is just the start.  Within the next month and a half, I'll be hiking to the highest point (and second highest on the contiguous US) in Colorado hiking Mt. Elbert the last weekend in July and then attempting to hike what is considered by many, the most difficult 14er in Colorado, and climbing Capitol Peak.  My expert mountaineering friends Chris Tomer and Jon Kedrowski talked me in to that one and yes, they'll be pulling me through the whole way.

The finish line is just the start.  I'm running into my 40s and looking forward to the incredible fitness adventures that I'll go on...and wonder what fitness challenge 50 is going to bring!

Travel/Rest Day Monday

Yesterday was a travel and rest day for me.  Was hoping to get in a workout post-flights but got caught up in chores at home so just got some stretching in.

Sweating Out The Run

As soon as I headed out for a quick run before church, I noticed it was hotter and more humid this morning.  Glad I'd only planned a short workout.  It was my last run through my childhood neighborhood before heading back to Denver on Monday.  Yes it was hot and humid but I had to get in one more run in the ole 'hood.

I just did 2.5 miles and when I got back I checked the temperature...already 91 and felt like 93 with humdity.  Yep, definitely a short run kind of day considering the temperature climbed to 107 today, a new all-time record high for Greenville, SC, breaking the 1887 record of 106.

Running Through Sprinklers

Yesterday I headed out for a long run in my hometown of Greenville, South Carolina.  Yes, even in the heat and humidity, I decided to go for a 5 miler.  With temperatures already near 90, I headed out of my mom's neighborhood, which is very close to the street where I grew up.

Off I go, thinking...."This isn't so bad." Well, that didn't last for long.  The few clouds I had for the first half mile quickly disappeared and the sun was beating down on me as I ran toward Augusta Road.  Time to get in the trees! So as fast I could, I headed into the neighborhood where I spent most of my childhood.  Running down Crescent Avenue I noticed how many of the homes had changed or are currently under renovation, like the home that used to be completely blocked with a six foot hedge.  Now with the hedge gone, it is completely visible from the street.  I've always enjoyed running or walking Crescent Avenue.  My mom and I used to walk it a lot as part of a large square route we'd do from home on Capers to Crescent down to McDaniel then around to Jones and back up Capers to home.  Some trails and routes are so engrained in our minds that even when we've gone away for a long time, there's the comfort of returning to that route where you knew every turn, every crack or bump in the sidewalk, and every home.

It was on Crescent that I ran through my first sprinkler.  On a hot morning the refreshingly cold water was invigorating.  There were a couple of other folks out running, walking or working in their yard.  It's such a treat to run past someone and they speak or wave. Yes, it's so Southern, but I love it.  Funny I thought, how doing something I did hundreds of times as a child started bringing up some childhood memories on this run.

As I kept running I passed an old boyfriend's home. During high school, he looked like the rocker, bad boy dude.  My parents weren't thrilled when I dated him but he always treated me with respect and was actually a perfect gentleman.  It made me a little sad as I'd lost touch with him years ago and then heard a couple of years ago he'd passed away.  I turned the corner and ran through a second sprinkler.  As I continued to run down the hill then up on my way to Cleveland Street, I ran by a house that I always wondered about.  It's perched way up on the hill and the driveway twists and turns as it winds up to the house.  As a child, I always said I wanted a big house like that.  It was my dream home....then.  Now I know that big houses aren't always what they seem.  Better to have a small home filled with love, than a big home filled with secrets, lies, and unhappiness.  Supposedly that big house has had those over the years.

With the sun now beating down, I weaved up and down a few roads, then made my way to McDaniel, turned right on Jones, then left on to my old street Capers.  Running up the street I ran through two sprinklers and just laughed.  How lucky I was to grow up on a street where we played outside, especially during the summer.  I can still remember our moms hollering at all the kids at dusk that it was time to come home.  For a few moments, running on the sidewalk, I was transported to a Friday or Saturday evening of hide-and-seek and other games with the other neighborhood kids then at 8pm all of us heading home for family tv nights of Incredible Hulk and Dukes of Hazard on Fridays and Love Boat and Fantasy Island on Saturdays. 

I ended up doing about 5.5 miles on a hot morning, but traveled a lot farther in my memories.  Funny how running through sprinklers can take you back to childhood in an instant.

Running Through The Old Neighborhood

Every time I visit my mom in my hometown of Greenville, South Carolina, I try to get in a run through the neighborhood where I spent most of my childhood.  So Friday morning I headed out in the heat and not-so-bad humidity for a quick run.  As I was running the 3.5 miles I realized how I had forgotten how hilly my childhood neighborhood was and how much it had changed.  But yet somehow it was still the same.

Nice to home I thought.....even with the Southern summertime heat.

Travel Thursday

Thursday was a travel day from Denver to South Carolina so no workout.

Sprints, Upper Body & Core

Today was intervals and weights with Cristina at Pura Vida Club.  We started with springs of course!  After a quick warm up, then minute run at 6mph, I did 7, 7.5, 8, 8.5, 9.5mph, and 10mph 30 second sprints with no problem.  During my 10.5mph sprint I felt my right hamstring tighten up.  I decided to go ahead and try 11mph but at 18 seconds into the 30 second sprint my hamstring said no and I quickly bailed off treadmill.  Cristina had planned for me to do box jumps and other leg exercises but did a change of plans on the fly.

Instead we focused on arms and core.  I started with alternating 12 assisted pull-ups and what I can the caterpillar crawl for 15 hands forward then 15 hands back.  I did three sets of each.

Another exercise set was 12 chest presses with crunches on the ball followed by 14 opposite leg and arm lifts in plank.  The plank move looked easy but I quickly found out it is tough really focusing on balance and core strength.  As soon as I was done with three rounds of that set, I told Cristina that I obviously needed to do those because they were tough.

I also 12 chest wide bar pulls with 12 weighted leg kicks.  When Cristina was setting up the weights for the leg move, I said "5 pounds?!?!?!" She said just try it.  Well it was actually 7.5 pounds and I quickly found out why she went light weight.  Balancing on a bent leg with weighted leg bent and off ground, then kick forward extending leg from knee down isn't easy!

Here's a look at those exercises so you can try them too.

With the hamstring flare up I got a little extra stretch time on it.  Yes I give in.  I'm going to Airrosti to get it worked on.