Dragon Door

Starting 2016 Feeling Weak as a Kitten

It’s been so long since I’ve added to my blog. I’ve said this before and I’m embarrassed to say it again. I’m dusting off the blog and getting busy again.

I’m realizing that running a business that requires keeping up with social media, emails, newsletters and marketing and that the writing I love to do and that I’m passionate about, falls by the wayside. That has become the case with my blog.

As soon as I received my 2016 Passion Planner in the mail, I sat down and scheduled time each day to write. I made it as important as any other appointment I schedule. I find that I do better when I schedule things in my planner. I’ve scheduled time to work and time to work out as well

I set the timer on my phone for an hour for each and don’t stop until the timer goes off. That means, no Facebook, no chores and no distractions during that sacred time.

This past year has been tough. I have been sidelined by injuries, surgeries and life. I have hardly worked out since July and am now out of shape and carrying an extra 20 pounds.

After my last Powerlifting meet in July, I finally had the thumb surgery that I had put off for a year. Up until my Carpal -Metacarpal Arthroplasty surgery, I had been training in extreme pain. I sucked it up and continued training knowing that my surgery was scheduled the week after my meet.

I had high hopes for that meet but my numbers (weight lifted) went down during the last months of training. My confidence was crushed with each training day. I would look back at my numbers from the previous year and I wasn’t even close. I wanted to back out and use the pain as an excuse, but the real reason was because I knew I would not do well. I also knew I had to compete. The reason was much bigger than me.

My 20-year-old son, who has always lacked confidence and didn’t like to have attention on himself, was competing for the first time. I was so proud that he was finally putting himself out there. I knew it was such an accomplishment for him personally just to register, knowing that he may not be the best.

I had to set the example. I had to show him that I too could step out of my comfort zone knowing that I would not do well. It was important to me because I know that the lack of confidence I’ve had my whole life and my negative self-talk has been his model. I regret that.

He did great. He set PRs and more importantly, ignited a passion within to continue competing

I, on the other hand, have decided not to. It’s not because of my confidence. It’s because I have set other goals that are more important to me; goals that I have put aside so I could focus on my powerlifting.

I got with my coach and set my goal of completing the RKC’s Iron Maiden Challenge. If you’ve read through my posts you’ll see that that has been one of my goals for several years. That is the goal that I am passionate about.

The Iron Maiden is a huge feat of strength, one that requires consistent training and lots of patience. It’s a goal that does not come easy and may take me a year or longer to achieve.

The challenge is to press, pistol squat and do a pull up with a 24 kilo Kettlebell. That is 53 pounds. Fifty- three pounds of iron; a weight that is so far out of reach at this moment. That is why I have to do it.

My goal goes way beyond just the Iron Maiden. I want to do it to prove to myself that nothing is impossible just because I’m 53 years old. More importantly, I want to inspire and ignite passion in women who think that they cannot accomplish big things because of their age.

So, follow me, better yet, join me in setting a big scary goal and let’s show ourselves and the world that we are strong and powerful no matter our age.

Laurel aka, Super Strong Nana, who is weak as a kitten right now.

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Oh How I Love My Data

[contact-form][contact-field label=’Name’ type=’name’ required=’1’/][contact-field label=’Email’ type=’email’ required=’1’/][contact-field label=’Website’ type=’url’/][contact-field label=’Comment’ type=’textarea’ required=’1’/][/contact-form] I am a data freak! I admit, I am one of those obnoxious runners that take five minutes to set my heart rate monitor,  MapMyRun app, my Round Timer and the perfect playlist. Thankfully, my running partners do the same. I love the data. I want to see my heart rate, how many calories I burn, how far I ran and how fast (slow) I went. The same goes for my weight lifting and gym workouts.

Although I haven’t done a bodybuilding competition in almost 20 years; I still have my workout and food journals. I knew every workout, weights lifted, sets done, how I felt and every morsel of food that went in my mouth. Yes, I was obsessive, but I had to be. I had to know where I was in order to get where I was going.

Setting goals, which I am adamant about and which I blog frequently about are one of the most important things you can do on your fitness journey. Once a goal is set, there needs to be a specific plan. It’s like taking a road trip. You have a destination (your goal) and your plug that into your GPS and follow directions. Next thing you know, you’ve arrived at your destination.

The best way to follow the map to reach your goal is by collecting and keeping data. Obviously, you don’t have to be as obsessive as I am, but you do need to figure out a way to track your progress that works for you.

The easiest way I find is with a good old-fashion training log. My personal favorite is the Convict Conditioning Training Log which you can see below.

My Favorite Training Log

 

Never Stop Learning

One of the things I pride myself in is that I am always a student. I would never think that I know everything and that I have no room to grow.

I think the problem with a lot of trainers out there is that they get their certifications and that is the end of their learning process.

I can’t begin to tell you how much time and money I have spent attending workshops, reading, studying and applying the things I’ve learned with myself and my clients.

This past weekend, I had the honor and privilege to attend the San Jose RKC as a Team Leader. With this new position, I was responsible for teaching, training and leading a team of 12 candidates through their Russian Kettlebell Certification. I think I was just as nervous as they were. Hopefully, it didn’t show that much.

We spent about 10 hours a day learning and perfecting just seven of the basic exercises. It was Deadlifts, Swings, Turkish Get Ups, Cleans, Presses, Squats and Snatches. Each exercise was broken down, dissected and practiced. Drills were taught to help our clients and ourselves with any problem that may show up in their form.

Each segment began with a lecture and demonstration by the master and senior instructors. Even though I was there as Team Leader, I took a ton of notes. Every instructor brought something new to the table. I learned some different cues, drills and other things to take home with me. I learned that not every cue or drill will work with everyone. Use the right cue for the right client.

I also opened myself up to learning from my team of RKC candidates. Most of them have already been experienced as trainers and they brought along with them some knowledge, cues and drills that I had not used nor have heard of. I made notes of those also.

So although I went as a teacher, I allowed myself to be a student. Being a perpetual student makes me a better instructor.

The weekend was stressful, long and exhausting, but it was also fun. I met some wonderful people.

One of the most fun things was meeting my roommate in person. I “met” Carol a while back on Facebook. She ended up being one of my team’s assistants so we decided to save some money and share a room. Since I didn’t know her personally, I stalked her Facebook page to get more information. She currently lives in Seattle, WA but to my utter surprise, I found out that not only is she from Florida, but she also graduated from the University of Florida. I live in Tallahassee and am a diehard Florida State Seminole, which makes us automatic enemies.

Hoping that she had a sense of humor, I went out and bought a ton of FSU stuff. I spent quite a bit of money on flags, banners, signs, streamers and cups. I also made sure our morning alarm played the FSU War Chant.

I let her have the shower first and while she was in there, I decorated her side of the room with FSU memorabilia. I replace all of the cups with FSU cups and then sat on the bed waiting for her reaction.

Let’s just say it was worth the money spent and having to pack an extra big suitcase.

Yes, she was a good sport and that began what I hope to be a long lasting friendship.

The RKC is not just about learning, working out and training for me. I have built friendships and bonds that will never be broken. Even though many of my Kettlebell friends have gone with Pavel and Strong First, they are like family.

I value those relationships and I value the knowledge that I have received from them.

I will forever be a student.

Super Strong Nana is Bending Steel and Taking Names

This has been a super strong week for me, full of PRs (personal records) and surprise feats of strength. I also learned an important lesson about negative thinking and confidence. Both more important than PRs.

I have a lot of strong, super-fit friends that I follow on Facebook. At least once a day, I see pictures, videos or status updates on their workouts, incredible feats of strength, weight loss or another amazing accomplishment. My first thoughts are how awesome they are, my second thoughts however become self defeating.

I begin to tell myself that I can’t do that, I’m not strong enough, not good enough and just not enough. I’ve spent my entire life comparing myself to others instead of being the very best me I can be. What I am learning; slowly but surely is that my attitude about myself pretty much dictates whether I fail at a given task or not. It dictates whether I attempt something or not and it keeps me from following through on my dreams and ideas.

Last week I had the honor of having super strongman, Bud Jeffries stay with me and my family while he was passing through town. The biggest perk was spending two days at my gym training with him. Bud obviously sees something in me that I don’t see in myself and he encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone. We spent a couple hours on Deadlifting. He dialed in my form and then started loading on the weight. With each increase, I kept telling him I can’t do that. He just smiled and told me to try. To my surprise, I lifted some weight that I thought would take months of training to lift. I also did partial Deadlifts with just over 300 pounds!

The next day was nail bending. Again, we worked on my form. He pointed out that I need to work on my wrist strength (which I knew). I bent a few 3/16 nails which are pretty easy for me. Then he brought in some 1/4 inch nails and a couple of 3/8th inch pieces of steel. Again, I thought he obviously had me confused with someone else.

I worked and worked on bending the 1/4 inch nail but my weak wrists prevented me from getting it. Bud put a very small bend in it and once it was started, I was able to bend it. Let me just add that nail bending is a hell of a cardiovascular and full body strength workout. I was sweating buckets and my heart rate was flying. So since I couldn’t bend the 1/4 inch without a start, I was wondering why the 3/8th. I thought maybe he was going to do something with it.

He did. He gave it to me and showed me how to use my entire body to bend it. You start by getting it started over your thigh, once you have a bend, you start placing it and using other body parts. So bending this piece, involved some crazy isometric full body moves. I bent it!!

Keep reading because that isn’t even the good part.

After some recovery, I was telling Bud that all of my friends were posting videos of themselves doing 2 finger pull ups. I told him that I felt a bit jealous and how I wished I could do that. He then asked me if I had ever tried. The answer was no. I just assumed I could never do anything like that. I had given up before I had ever started. Something I realize that I do a lot….a whole lot.

He told me to try it. We walked over to the rings. I put my first 2 fingers on the rings and all the while was thinking how I’m going to be embarrassed because I can’t do it.

Then, I just pulled myself up. Not only did I pull up, but I held myself up there for quite a while. Holy Crapola!! I couldn’t believe it. I did it again and again.

I did it for several days after to make sure it wasn’t a fluke..it wasn’t.

It was then I knew I had to do something about my negative thinking. I would never in a million years tell anyone that they can’t do something. With others I am encouraging and positive so why the heck am I so hold on myself? Finding the answer to that really doesn’t matter. Knowing why doesn’t elicit change. Changing elicits change. So where to start?

One of the things I will do first is to make friends with myself. I will treat myself as I treat others and how I would like to be treated by others. Secondly, I will act as if I am already a confident, positive person. The old, “Fake it Till You Make it”.

I have a list of affirmations next to my computer and I am redirecting negative thoughts into positive ones. Yesterday, I took things to a whole new level. Instead of putting my goal on paper, I did this.

The Iron Maiden is a major feat of strength with Kettlebells. A lady will perform a Pistol Squat, Press and Pull Up with a 24 kilo bell (53 pounds). I have a great training program and my goal is to complete this in the summer of 2013.

Me and this bell are going to become very close in the coming year.

10,500 pounds of Kettlebells and 50 pounds of food

I have so many exciting things to share from the last week but today I will focus on the incredible deliveries I received.

Finally after months of waiting, I finally got notice that my 10,500 pound order of Dragon Door Kettlebells were going to arrive today. They gave me a 2 hours window and I did my best to plan my day around that. First thing I had to get done was a quick workout with my buddy, Jane at my gym. Since Jane doesn’t drive, I agreed to take her to her massage appointment, because after all, who wants to have to ride a bike home after getting a massage?? As far as I’m concerned, I probably saved her life.

I dropped her off and went home to await her text telling me she was ready to be picked up. Just as I pulled up my driveway, the Fed-Ex truck pulls up. My first thought was that my husband ordered another box of cigars, but I saw that the driver was getting out a dolly. If that was cigars, my husband would be in big trouble. It was my food order from Meal Movement!! Fifty pounds of fresh, wholesome eggs,vegetables and meat, that are flash frozen and delivered on dry ice. My food woes are solved!

My plan was to clean out my freezer to make room but I forgot, so I had to cram all of that food anywhere and everywhere I could. I took out some of the packets of veggies so you could see how fresh they are.

This is my second order from Meal Movement. I was afraid of trying a food delivery service especially after reading about all the preservatives in other more popular services, but MM impressed me. It’s not loaded with any junk. There are no starches and best of all the food is so good that my husband and teenage son love it. You could order the 28 days of meals for yourself and really expect to lose weight or do as I do, order it to have a ton of healthy meals that take just seconds to heat up.

It saves us from eating crap and ordering out all the time when we get too busy to cook. It takes away all of my “I can’t eat healthy” excuses. The food is delicious, portion controlled and inexpensive. Don’t just take my word for it, check out Meal Movement for yourself.

No sooner did I get my food put away that I got a call from the shipping company that the Kettlebells were on their way to my house! I must add that I did manage to pick up Jane and drop her limp, relaxed body off safely at her home.

So, as you can see, it’s been quite a day!

If you or your gym want the best Kettlebells on the market, please contact me. I’ve got a few ton to sell. If you aren’t sure about the quality of all the different Kettlebells out there, I made a video.

Now to find a bunch of friends to help me unpack crates and store these bells…Anyone? Bueller?