Blog 4 Roadblocks

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Blog 4 Roadblocks

 

I am fascinated by road blocks in life and how they affect the course of your life. You can be travelling just beautifully and then you get sick, or injured, or your trainer gets sick or injured, or you have an argument with a person and it’s not comfortable to stay where you are. For all of these scenarios a flowchart pops up in my head, one arrow goes to stop training and the other arrow goes to all the other options; Find a new facility, find a new trainer, recover from your injury or face option one – stop training.

I use Bruce Lee as my inspiration. He achieved so much in his short life span and he experienced many road blocks. It is his attitude to those road blocks and how he didn’t let them derail his goals that truly inspired me. When life throws me a curve ball, I say to myself what would Bruce Lee have done? If you’re interested he has written a book about his views on just about every subject you could imagine. It’s a terrific read and for me it is like my bible. It’s called Striking Thoughts, Bruce Lee’s Wisdom for Daily Living.

I myself have faced many roadblocks. I’ve had a major illness which ended up being the path to bendiness because I spent all of my time stretching in the hospital while waiting for appointments. I’ve had a trainer get injured and I had to go and find another one. I’ve had my fair share of arguments and I’m working on that part of my character to see if I can get smarter at dodging them. The Universe has been kind about injuries but she gave me a good dose of surgeries through my illness to compensate.

Each time one of these setbacks occurred I faced the prospect of stopping training. It makes you run an evaluation of why you are training. What are you getting out of it because this is an opportunity to try something new. Each time a roadblock pops up I look at two possible paths before me, stop or find somewhere else to train, stop or find someone else to train with, stop or get your body back into condition, it’s a daunting task. It’s like someone has kicked your legs out from under you and you have to get up, dust off and go back to it. It does make you quite tough though to be able to do this over and over again and you may find that new trainers, new facilities or a new body may bring welcome changes.

Allrighty, the week that was. I was crook for Stomp so that didn’t happen. I was very sad about the money that went down the drain on that one. I’m at a new pole studio and I’m loving my lessons there. I need to work on a little more courage for some of these moves though. I had the offer of being shown a flip on Monday night and I was too scared to try it and I’ve been kicking myself ever since. If my Monday night trainer offers again I’m going to say yes please. Thursday night at Pole was the funniest of nights because this trainer offered to show me a suicide spin and all of my regrets from Monday went out the window. I said quite cheerfully , not on your life. To try and redeem my cowardly self in this trainer’s eyes I attempted the banana split but it had no appeal! Boom! Did you see what I did there??? Three of us were being challenged with the suicide spin and while we were doing that (or not doing that as the case might be), three beginners were doing carousel spins. They were all young, they were all gorgeous and they were doing their spins in sync. It was surreal having them go around and around their poles so serenely and beautifully while our trainer was trying to cajole us into attempting the suicide spin. I tell you that baby isn’t even on my to do list. The suicide spin is on my nup list. I also did a dance class on Thursday and I love those classes. I can be someone else when I do those classes and next week we are doing an exotic routine???? Stay tuned for that one.

Thursday gym was just crazy. It was ten rounds of pull ups pretty much, for each round you had to do 3 pull ups, 7 jumping pull ups, maybe 14 ring rows. I’m not sure on the ring rows or the jumping pull ups, the pain was in the negative pull ups and that’s what I remember. I ended up doing 39 negative pull ups. I took my shoes off in a desperate attempt to remove weight. It was an appalling workout even with the massive amount of scaling I applied to it. I couldn’t even do one strict pull up so God knows what was wrong with me that day. If you were wondering how the hell did she get 39 out of the negative pull ups, it’s because I finished quickly so I got given another three rounds.

Friday was muscle up club and I had managed to do my muscle up homework every single day this week. I really noticed the difference between my performance this week and last week, I was heaps stronger. Hopefully this motivates me to do as much homework this week. Even before this muscle up arrives it’s going to be very cool to be able to do a ring dip. There’s people in the gym who can just do a ring dip no probs and I huff and I puff but nothings happened yet but each week I do feel stronger. Watch this space.

I didn’t have much to give for Saturday’s workout but I feel like I should get brownie points for turning up and having a good go at it. Every workout I go to I learn something new, push a new boundary or find out something about a person I never knew before. So I finished earlier than normal on Saturday and a guy at the gym who I didn’t think gave a stuff asked me if I was ok, as in had I stopped because I was injured. I was seriously chuffed by that. I also got a chance to watch one of the women at Crossfit when I had finished my workout and this woman has the best attitude towards just about everything. She’s married, has a child, she’s a coach, she’s super fit and gorgeous to look at but the reason why I love her is her approach to life. She’s always smiling, she’s never phased by the workouts, she’s uber strong. This is the thing about Crossfit, it introduces you to inspirational people. It is a great community in Crossfit.

A lot of us are doing a rowing challenge tomorrow to raise funds for a young couple who need some help. It should be a fun day.

If I had allowed the roadblocks to stop me I wouldn’t be having any of these experiences now. I would be home sitting on the couch and ‘sitting down in my life’. That’s a quote from Five People You Meet In Heaven. If you get a chance you should read that book, it is amazing!

Thank you for reading, catch you next week.

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Blog 3 2018 Crossfit – Leave Your Ego at the Door

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I was going to be talking about Stomp but there is just too much other stuff going on so I will tackle stomp next week. Allrighty Crossfit is still teaching me lessons – God dammit.

Last week taught me to never quit a workout. This week taught me something entirely different and it was a hard lesson.

Tuesday night we had a killer workout but it didn’t look like a killer workout. It was;

5 Rounds

200m Run

15 overhead squats

At 15 minutes complete:

3 Rounds

200m run

21 Kettlebell swings 24/16

12 Pull-ups

 

So I looked at it and I figured out what weights I would use and started to get myself sorted. Michael the coach, came over and said use a 10 kilo bar for the overhead squats and I was appalled. It is only by the Grace of the Crossfit God that I didn’t mutiny there and then and say “Ten kilo bar? Never!” I did have Ben and Sam in my head saying that people needed to be coachable which was a polite way of saying please hush up and listen to your coach. This coach had been right many times before but I hadn’t used a ten kilo bar since I had been in rookie fit and to be honest I felt very put out. There was more humiliation to come. “Don’t do the pull ups, do ring rows instead” and I thought bugger me, he thinks I’m old and washed up. I was spitting it but I kept it to myself and I thought I will prove him wrong.

The workout started and all of a sudden I was in a world of pain. I don’t do overhead squats very often and five rounds was punishing. By the time I got to the ring rows I was so grateful for a break to just stand there and do them. I found that workout so hard I nearly didn’t finish and what that meant was that the coach had correctly assessed my ability, my ten kilo bar, ring row ability. I left that gym feeling very sorry for myself. My God did I learn a few things from that workout.

The first thing was listen to the coach. When he says go heavier and you think he’s mad, go heavier anyway. When he says go lighter and you think he is being insulting, he’s not, go lighter. If you want to improve and not get your tush totally whipped you need to train more regularly and with more intensity, poor poor Trishy I went home feeling totally whooped.

The Crossfit God must have taken sympathy with me because Thursday was so much better. I now only do box jumps for my workout thank you very much, no more step ups for Trishy. Now see if you can spot the irony in this. For this workout, same coach same student he said go higher on the weight than I would have chosen. This workout was

For time:

21-18-15-12

Shoulder to overhead 60/40

Box jump 24/20

9 – 6 – 3

Shoulder to overhead 80/60

Box jump 30/24

 

PostWOD

 

EMOM – 7 minutes

10 Hollow Rocks

3 V-Ups

 

So you see that this workout is a two parter and it gets higher and heavier after the first part. Now this workout I flat out did not think I could complete. I didn’t even care if I was old and washed up, I just wanted to survive. I was thanking my lucky stars that I hadn’t bitched on Tuesday about the workout weights being too light and I now seriously contemplated mutiny about the weights he was suggesting today. But the point of Tuesday was to learn a lesson, be coachable! So I took the higher weight and I thought ok if I can’t complete this I will at least give it a red hot go. This time with the Crossfit God having a chuckle at my expense I had a higher weight and a higher box to jump after the first part had been completed. I decided not to think about the second part of the workout and just concentrate on the first bit.

I had a very good friend opposite me doing the same workout and I thought I’m going to keep going for as long as she does. The bugger was she didn’t stop so we both ended up completing the workout. Us with the heavier weights and the higher boxes! I felt invincible at the finish. Whatever felt bad on Tuesday felt glorious on Thursday, crazy hey? I totally stuffed up the hollow rocks and V ups but I’m not sure I cared, I went heavier and higher people!

Friday came around and Muscle Up club had no muscle ups in it, instead Sam gave us this killer strength routine. It was quite bizarre. I had nothing in my arms and we were still doing more exercises. He said look at your muscles Trish and I thought they are not going to do me much good when I’m dead! Note to self more strength exercises in the week so Sam doesn’t kill you on Fridays! I went to see Deadpool2 with two girls from the gym after Muscle up club and we snuck in fruit for snacks. What complete gym tragics hey?

We finish this Crossfit week with Saturday’s workout and Saturday traditionally is our big workout.

This workout was:

For time:

10 Hspu

15 Deadlifts 115/80

25 Box jumps 30/24

50 Pull-ups

100 Wall ball shots

200 Double unders

400m run with weight plate 20/15

 

The gym was half empty because there was a big comp on and I was without my usual buddies. Ben was coaching this and I thought don’t panic there will be scaling. The scaling was – dumbbell pushups instead of handstand ones, much, much, much, lighter deadlifts, green stripe box jumps, pull ups with a band and I had to switch to a bigger band. Very light wall ball, single skips instead of double and by the time I got my weary carcass out for that last run Ben said take a 5 kilo weight instead of the ten which was the original scaled amount.

The workout bloody killed. The push ups, deadlifts and box jumps were fine but I got bogged down in 50 pull ups and I never really recovered. However I plodded along and with a lot of encouragement which took the form of; “How many do you have left? No seriously how many?” I eventually finished. Ben stood over me and made sure I did every bloody skip when I was sure that he was going to say do eighty that’ll be fine. I think I was hallucinating at this point. Then Sam came out to make sure I got back from the run and I thought even without my usual workout buddies I still get looked after at this gym. pretty cool hey?

this is what I posted on facebook afterwards. I got it from another coach called Sam who is a lovely person too.

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My plan is that by going to the big workouts I will hopefully gain more strength and stamina for those pesky Tuesday workouts.

Thank you for reading, catch you next week.

 

Blog 2 2018 Pushing Your Limits

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Crossfit has been amazing this week. I have done things that I had no idea that I could do and the really cool thing is that the challenges have been mental and physical. How often do you get a challenge that resets your ability level? What are you capable of doing mentally and physically? This is a way to truly know yourself, I love Crossfit.

The week started with our coach sending a message to everyone in the box and said if he scheduled an hour and a half workout who would come? 29 of us put our hands up but he wouldn’t say what the workout was. With a tenacity that was worthy of a pit bull I tried all week to get him to spill the beans but he wouldn’t, it was rock up and see.

Normally I practice before a big workout I’ve done that for Murph and I’ve done it for the 12 Days of Christmas. It’s a little daunting to rock up and have no idea what you are going to be doing. However my training in the scouts did not desert me and I arrived as prepared as I could be. I got plenty of sleep the night before, I had the breakfast of champions – porridge, and I wore my lucky socks. I also arrived 15 minutes early for the workout so that I would not be rushed and stressy before it started.

I walked through the door to be met by Wade another one of the coaches. I still had my bag in my hand and I was a little fluttery because of whatever this hour and a half challenge was. He took one look at me and said “Trish they’ve already gone. It’s a twelve kilometre run!” I nearly had a heart attack! I was all set to throw my bag down and run out the door after them when Penny (thank God for Penny) said “No Trish he’s winding you up, stay here”. What a bugger hey! I swear to God I nearly had a heart attack.

After I had told Wade that he was now dead to me, Sam the coach who had instigated both the work out and the surprise factor, announced the workout. The workout was called Clovis, 16km run and 150 burpee pull-ups. Ben another coach was happy as he had been the only one to guess it. That was the RX requirement I planned to do 8kms and 75 burpee pull ups but my old friend of ‘Trish can’t count’ kicked in and I ended up doing 11kms and I couldn’t work out why I was so tired.

I learned a lot about myself and about others from this workout. We were doing this thing for an hour and a half, some people including myself took longer and people just didn’t quit. Cramps set in to the point that I could see a person’s toes curling forward and still she didn’t quit. That’s going to be something I don’t forget. I was proud of myself for what I achieved and I was gob smacked by what I saw other people do. I got so concerned about this person but I remember Sam saying you won’t die, you’ll feel like you will but you won’t die. Anyhoo she didn’t die and I was very grateful for that. What she taught me though was I will never quit a workout now.

Another great thing about Saturday was that I’ve now done one of those workouts that they will talk about in the future. It shouldn’t matter but it does. They talk about big workouts that they have done in the past and you feel a little on the outer when you haven’t done them. Now I’ve done one of them and I feel like I’m earning my stripes.

Tuesday night I joined the Gazelle club. Now I should point out here that I started the Gazelle club and there are only three members of which I am one but it’s a pretty cool club. We were continuing the theme of what limits could be pushed and today’s task was box jumps. Regular readers of this blog will know that I was seriously chuffed to have obtained the green stripe box in my box jumps. That was a full box size up from what I had been doing previously. Now tonight, Michael the coach was saying go higher and I thought, are you insane? I also thought this has been a week to test limits, why not give it a go.

I found a box and I found a corner to set up shop. I measured the new box against the old box to see just how much further I was going to go. Wade who was taking another session watched me do this and thought it was hilarious. If I had had a tape measure I would have measured it. First I stepped up to make sure I could do that. Then I stepped down because that was nearly as difficult. Then I took a good hard look at the much, much, much higher boxes my class mates were attempting and I turned back to my much, much, much smaller box and I said we can do this.

I stood right in front of my own private Everest and I willed my Clydesdale feet to leave the floor, somehow magically go into the air and land on this box. I waved my arms, I took a deep breath, I cleared the area around the box in case I smooshed my face. It was just me and the box and some words of encouragement from Michael. I was watching the other gazelles leap upon their boxes and I thought I want to do this too. So I told myself that if I smooshed my face, it’s getting a little battered anyway it’s probably no big thing. I swung my arms and I jumped. I made it. I did it. One minute I was standing on the floor with this great big Everest sized box in front of me and the next minute I was on top of the box. No more Clydesdale for Trishy I was a mountain goat, no bugger that I was a gazelle. Hence the start of the gazelle club.

We had to do three jumps every three minutes five times. This meant that you got to do the move over and over again and it cures your nerves. You realise that it isn’t a fluke you really can do this now and it’s such a cool feeling. Michael brought another plate over and I jumped the box and the plate and I thought bloody hell there is no stopping me now baby. I am a bloody gazelle. I left that box feeling like a million dollars, I had no idea that I could jump that high.

Thursday rolled around and there was more breaking of limits, I know unbelievable hey? I went there especially because they were doing deadlifts and I have wanted to advance my deadlifts. Some days you go to the gym and you feel blah and some days you go and you feel pumped and today I was feeling pumped. I felt like I had a possible pb in me. We set up our stations and we had to get 7 reps at a heavy weight. I had unfortunately forgotten my exercise book which had my heavy weight in but I thought I knew it and I when I got home later and checked I was pretty close. So 60 kilos for me is heavy and there was a time when 50 and 40 was heavy. We all had our stations and I was feeling pretty good about what I was doing. I did however find this whole business of finding a heavy weight a bit daunting. I lifted one weight and I saw the coach run off to get another lot of weights and I actually felt a bit panicked and I thought no this is quite enough. Then I had to remind myself that I am in charge of my own destiny. If I didn’t think that I could do a heavier weight I had to chirp up and say it but the bugger is you get so caught up in what you are doing and you want your coach to not think you are slacking off. So he bought the weights over, we put them on and I did it and I had no bloody idea that I could lift 60 7 times, previously that had been my maximum one rep weight. Bloody hell. It is so so so cool to get stronger. It means that your body isn’t decaying as you grow older it’s improving. That’s a little secret worth knowing hey?

Sometimes just going to the box puts you in the right place to have a conversation that might change the whole course of your life. I know that sounds dramatic but how many little adjustments do we make that end up being pivotal in the lives we end up with? I was talking to one of the coaches about how I wanted to become a personal trainer so that I could go into aged care facilities and get those people moving a little. I moaned that what was stopping me was that I had poor maths skills. After we had had the conversation I thought hang on what would Zig Ziglar say about this? He would say you are not stuck where you are. You can change. If my maths sucks, like keeping count of the reps or adding up the weights on the bar then I need to work on that. It’s going to be a cool side effect of crossfit when my maths improves.

On Friday I did not dazzle in muscle up club and I left feeling quite despondent. I had not been able to do one pull up and as I berated myself for being a pune I thought no you’re not being fair to your body here. I hadn’t trained at all on these exercises in the week and when muscle up club arrived it showed. I will not be able to half arse this. If I want my muscle up and I do, I really do want my muscle up, I will need to be consistent with my training. This is no secret but today was the Universe slapping me in the face with a reminder!

This session was followed by another session when two people said my arms looked muscley and that made me extremely happy. Then one of them said that my muscles looked like the muscles of a girl in the gym that I really admire and that just made my total day.

I bring this blog to a close with the following Saturday’s workout and we have the week that was in Crossfit. This workout was not a surprise one but I had no flipping idea that it would be as hard as it was. It was a 400m run – ok, 400m lunge squat – hello! 400m run – say goodbye to any legs you had and then 7 rounds of ten pull ups and ten sumo deadlift high pulls. This one has to enter the hall of fame as “do you remember when we did that one!” Or “At least today is not as bad as this one”. It was an appalling workout and do you remember I said I wasn’t going to quit a workout again. Bloody hell try going around an oval doing lunge squats? The whole oval people!!! I was the last to come back into the box and I did comfort myself with the thought that this is the first time I’ve ever gone around an oval doing lunge squats and it will probably be the last time. The horror continued with 7 rounds of 10 SDHPs and 10 pull ups. I started hallucinating about cherries and picking them. Do you have the phrase cherry picking in your gym? After round five I think, I started doing knee raises instead of the pull ups because I was dead. Here’s a kicker, the girl who got the cramps last week and the reason why I won’t quit a workout now thought it was hilarious that I hated this workout so much. She treated it like a walk in the park.

I have to say I was a little deflated at the finish. This workout bloody killed me and I needed more fanfare at the finish. You do a marathon and people give you a medal and lots of people say well done and give you drinks and snacks. In Crossfit you get a well done and a high five and away you go my son. I need more! Especially if I am going to start completing these awful workouts. I’ve thought about paying someone to be my gym assistant, someone to keep count of my reps and spritz me when needed. Maybe my assistant could also be my cheer squad, “Oh Trish that was so amazing however did you do it? I thought you were going to die!!!!” See I can even write the scripts for him and yes my gym assistant would be male and yes he would be pretty to look at. Really Jake Dupree should be my assistant. Now I’m wondering if Tia-Claire Toomey has a spritzer and if she doesn’t maybe I could do that job?

Ok I’ve rambled enough but if you haven’t tried Crossfit you really should, it is amazing. Thank you for reading, catch you next week when I talk about Stomp!