injury recovery

Set Backs and Come Backs

July 26th 2015, I competed in my second powerlifting meet. I was the leanest I had been in years. I was strong and I was physically prepared. My numbers weren’t the best. In fact, the weights I was lifting the weeks prior to the meet were much higher. I let myself feel disappointed, but not for long. I knew that that was the last meet I would do. It was a goal and it required a lot of time and hard work, but I was ready to move on.

I actually didn’t want to compete because of the very specific training I had to do which interfered with other goals I wanted to accomplish. I mainly did it because my youngest son, Nigel was competing in his first meet and I wanted to do it together. It was a great bonding experience.

The week I got back, I had much needed surgery on my thumb. I had put it off for a year while I was training and endured a lot of pain. My cartilage was gone and my bones were wearing down from chronic arthritis.

The procedure is Carpel Metacarpal Arthroplasty. They shave down the bones or remove the more deteriorated bone and use the forearm tendon to replace the cartilage. It was pretty invasive surgery. Full recovery can take up to a year. Of course, I knew or rather thought that would not apply to me.

I devised a workout program that I could do to work around my hand. I was quite proud of myself. I busted my ass in the gym despite my disability. Little did I realize that even though I avoided using my hand, that my workouts were stalling my recovery. When the pain didn’t subside and sometimes got worse, my doctor explained that I was still contracting the joint. It was time to take off and focus on recovery.

My lack of consistent exercise soon turned into eating junk and weight gain. It was depressing to see the scale and my body fat go up, yet it didn’t stop me. I ate junk, felt bad and so I ate more junk.

In October of that year, I was slowly working out again but with modifications and then I broke my foot. I spent the next six weeks in a cast. Almost immediately after getting my cast off, I had to have kidney surgery to remove a huge stone and with that came a stint and more time off. Shortly after that, I hurt my back because I rushed back into working out instead of focusing on regaining quality movement and mobility.

Basically, I was injured or recovering from injuries from July through December. Physically, mentally and emotionally, it was one of the lowest points of my life. I ended up completely out of shape and weighing the most I’ve ever weighed in my life.

I was ashamed of my body and felt like a failure as a fitness instructor. Who is going to listen to me when I can’t even get my own crap together?

Last month, after starting and failing more times than I can count, I decided I needed help. Left to my own devices, I will sit on the couch and drown my sorrows in Oreos while watching a Cops marathon. I finally decide to get help. I hired a team of professionals to help me not only with the physical aspects of my life but with the emotional part, which for me is a huge piece of the puzzle.

I got myself a trainer, Beth Andrews,who is helping me reach my next performance goals. I hired a dietitian, Jon Allen to help me relearn to eat healthy and lose this excess fat and I hired a health coach , Carol Donahoe to help me get back on track in all areas of my life.

Having accountability to each of these people is what drives me to succeed. I just started recently and can already see changes in my life. After almost 10 months of being lost, out of control and depressed, I now have a plan of action and a purpose. Although progress is slow since I am just starting with getting my strength back and my eating under control, I feel hope and I feel empowered.

Maybe the last ten months have been a blessing. I now know that if I want to succeed and be the best I can be, I need help. It was a hard lesson to learn but that’s ok because I made the decision to change and I’ve surrounded myself with the right people to help me.

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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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Super Strong Nana gets a Movement Screen

I can’t believe it’s been over a month since I’ve blogged. To all of my readers, (mom) I apologize.

I’ve committed to writing a weekly blog for the Tallahassee Democrat and have basically neglected this blog. No more! I’m back and I have so much to tell you.

First of all, after having been registered for almost a year, I finally got to attend the Summit of Strength in OK. It’s my favorite workshop and I’ve attended for the past 3 years.

One of the things I did when I got there was to meet with Master RKC and all around awesome guy, Brett Jones for a Functional Movement Screen. I wanted to be assessed by someone who really knows their stuff and Brett is the man. I was nervous and even considered “practicing” the screen so I would get a good score. Yes, it’s dumb but I wanted to make a good impression. Having movement issues when I consider myself in great shape is kind of embarrassing. I thought it would reflect on what kind of person I am.

I know we joke around about having movement issues does not make you a bad person, but I guess I thought it would. God forbid Brett thinks I’m a bad person.

Getting a movement screen was eye opening. I thought my scores would be much higher. I was a bit embarrassed and wanted to argue some of the scoring. But the beauty of the FMS is that it’s standardized and there is very specific criteria. When done by a certified FMS, there is no discussion. It is what it is AND it doesn’t make you a bad person!

So, many of you know I am freakishly flexible. Doing a deep overhead squat is easy for me. Shoulders move well and I can hit rock bottom. That is all great but what happens in a deep squat for me is that one of my feet turn out. Doesn’t seem like a big deal, but that tells me that something is going on with that side of my body. I want to fix it and do my squats without any compensations. Brett tested my ankle mobility which I thought would be off the charts…nada. Maybe that has something to do with my deep squat.

The rest of the screen was ok and we started on my corrective exercises. Brett explained that being hyper-mobile without stability was my problem. It’s important to have both to move well and help prevent injury.

My corrective exercises are pretty simple except for the half kneeling balance drill. That sucks! In a half kneeling position with front foot lined up with the down knee, I have to focus on keeping my pelvis level and centered. I can do just a few seconds before I tip over. When I was doing it my way, with my pelvis tilted, I could balance all day. But that is what we call a compensation and a lack of stability. The other corrective is the posterior rock with a stability ball. That one is great and I can feel my core firing but it’s one of those that looks pretty goofy. No way would I do that one in public or even in front of my workout partner.

I was feeling great and pretty excited until Brett told me not to workout (my regular workouts) for 2-4 weeks while I worked on my corrective exercises. I was deflated. I was just getting in a groove and getting strong and the thought of not working out was upsetting.

So during the Summit, I did my correctives and just a few “green light” exercises such as get ups, and super slow, light goblet squats. I missed out on quite a bit but still enjoyed and learned so much from the instructors.

A lot of the weekend was spent on movement, breathing and honing our skills. I know that the better I move, the stronger I will be. Going for max strength or even fitness with compensations is a set up for injury. Compensations are my enemy. I want to move well, be flexible and stable, strong and durable. I want to be able to workout for the rest of my life and I know if I don’t take the time to fix these issues, I won’t be able to.

Corrective exercises are not fun, not sexy (well, maybe the Posterior Rocking would turn someone on) and certainly not exciting. You won’t see me bragging about my ankle drills on Facebook and you won’t see me tweeting about my Thoracic rotations. But I know if I put in the time now, it won’t be long before I’m back online bragging about big gains in my fitness and strength.

If you are local and would like more information on getting a movement screen and corrective exercises, please leave a comment. I am certified in Functional Movement Screening as well as Z-Health.

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Everyone Needs a Joe

I am always amazed by people who are self motivated when it comes to working out. I can’t help but stare at people running alone and even more mind-boggling, without music and gadgets.

I admire people who do P90X alone in their living rooms or those who workout in garage gyms with equipment tucked between lawnmowers, paint cans and rusty tools.

Unfortunately, I am not that person. I have a home gym that rivals many commercial fitness studios. I have a top of the line Landice treadmill, a Precor elliptical and a fancy pants brand named recumbent bike. I have a Smith Machine, squat rack and a Hoist cable system. I have several sizes of Kettlebells and Dumbbells. I have plyo boxes, medicine balls, bands, balls and every other gadget you can think of. Best of all, it’s air conditioned.

Do I love it?? Yes! Do I use it?? No!

You are probably scratching your head about now wondering what the heck is wrong with me. I wonder that myself. I have an awesome home gym complete with a kicking air conditioning system and yet I get in my car and drive to my dirty, dusty, hot, mosquito filled gym to workout.

If you are one of those self motivated types, this makes no sense. You see, I admit, I am NOT self motivated. I hate working out alone and I don’t like working out at home. I’ve tried. I’ve schlepped my way up stairs, got on my treadmill, turned on the TV and started to run. It only takes a few minutes to realize I forgot my water. I get off the treadmill, go downstairs, grab my water see that there are dirty dishes in the sink. I quickly wash the dishes, grab my water and then decide while I’m here I might as well do a load of laundry. I grab my water, start heading up stairs and notice I have an email….oh and then I just have to check Facebook real quick. While I’m here, I might as well check Twitter….You can see where I’m going with this.

I just can’t workout at home. There are too many distractions. I get in my car and head to my work gym. I got my music and workout picked out and I’m raring to go. I put on some music and begin my joint mobility. I start looking around and realize the benches aren’t stacked on a straight line. It will just take a second to stack them and straighten them. I get back to my warm up and I can’t help but notice the Kettlebells aren’t in straight lines….This goes on and on and before I know it, clients are arriving for class.

I can’t fight it any longer. Call me what you will but I am not self motivated when it comes to exercise. I hate working out alone and when I do my workouts suffer. I don’t workout as hard as I could, I cut it short, I take long breaks, my mind wanders and I just end up finding something else to do.

I know me. I know how I operate. In order to be successful, I have to take who and what I am and make it work for me. I can’t just stand in an empty gym and will myself be self motivated. It’s not going to happen.

What I have done is to set myself up for success. I know I do better with a workout partner so I have workout partners. I have a lot of them! I have Jane, who likes, or rather dislikes running as much as I do. We go to the trails a couple of times a week and run. If needed, we walk and we don’t feel guilty about it. We don’t run for time, we run for exercise. We do have a running goal but if we don’t reach it, we really don’t care.

If you know me and you’ve been reading my blog, you know, I like to do some weird workouts. I like to do stuff that normal people would run from. These kind of workouts are just pure suckage. They must be shared with someone who likes to do things that suck. I have Jerritt or Ricky for that. Jerritt and I just started this new suck fest so I’ll see how long he lasts.

Last but not least are workouts that fall somewhere between social and suckage and that is where I have Joe.

My workouts with Joe are some of the training workouts for his May 50K run in the mountains of New Mexico. Joe runs. He runs far. He runs fast and he can do it alone if needed. Joe also has Megan for his ultra long distance training runs.

Joe and I meet once or twice a week for endurance training that doesn’t involve much running. In addition to stadium workouts, we meet once a week at Trinity Catholic School to run the hill and do Kettlebell swings. The running part is fun because it’s straight up hill. We are up to doing sets of a 100 Kettlebell swings alternated with 8 trips up the hill (Joe, not me). Running the hill gives him some hill experience while the Kettlebell swings gives him a ton of endurance training without adding more impact on his joints. The swings also strengthen his glutes, hamstrings and trunk.

Today we arranged to meet as soon as school got out. I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept much the night before and I had a very busy day. Last thing I wanted to do was workout but I couldn’t let Joe down. As I got closer to the school it started to rain. Secretly, I was glad. The hill is very steep and would be dangerous in the rain.

As soon as I pulled into the school, it started to pour. I called Joe, who was just pulling into the parking lot. We stayed in our cars talking on the phone trying decide whether or not to stay. I was trying to be reasonable and responsible but my real motivation was to get home and get my nap on.

Joe started telling me about his new running shoes. I couldn’t see him but I could tell by the excitement in his voice that he was not leaving until he took the shoes out for a trial run.

The rain let up just enough for us to grab our Kettlebells and get them under the overhang. The rain let up as we started on the hills. We were actually a little disappointed. I did 2 hills to his 8. I had to take it slow. Since I was wearing my Vibrams, I ran around the outer edge of the hill and down the path rather than running straight down hill.

We ran to our Kettlebells. He did 100 swings and I did 80 snatches. I can’t even remember the last time I did snatches. I was so happy!

Then came the torrential downpour. As Forrest Gump said, ” Little bitty stinging rain… and big od’ fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath”. Water gushed into the overhang and rivers formed around our Kettlebells.

It started lightening. We looked at each other, paused and headed out for another lap. We were like little kids. We ran though puddles and mud. We dodged rivers and ducked with each thunder clap. It rained so hard that I couldn’t see where I was going.

Joe finished a total of 50 hill sprints and 500 Kettlebell Swings. I did 12 hill walks, just over 100 snatches and around 300 swings.

It was awesome!! No way I would have done that by myself. I would have left and I would have missed out on an incredible fun workout. And, that is why I have Joe.

Who is your Joe?

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Flying By the Seat of My Pants Workouts

I’m in my 3rd week of working out again and I must say, I’ve never felt better. I’m still dealing with a few physical problems but mentally, I am stronger than ever.

I’ve put aside all of the strength goals I’ve had in the past year and I’ve just decided to be more intuitive with my workouts. Normally I wouldn’t recommend just “winging it” but for right now, it’s working. It’s been a long time since I haven’t had a goal. For the past few years my workouts have centered around getting my RKC, (check), getting my RKC 2, (check), achieving the Iron Maiden (no) and various other strength goals.

I’ve always had a workout that I HAD to do taped to the wall at the gym. I had to do specific workouts on specific days and I stuck to it no matter whether I wanted to or not. Some days I dreaded going to the gym. I would get so stressed out about my upcoming workout, that I would be covered in sweat before I ever got out of my car. I did whatever workout was scheduled and planned for the day no matter how I felt. There were quite a few times that I don’t even remembering working out. I was mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted and yet I pushed through. I was going through the motions. My motivation was gone and so was my strength. I was in pain and yet I stuck to my workout plan because I had a goal to reach and had a date to reach it by.

You know the rest.

This afternoon, I met a friend for a workout. I planned what we were going to do on my way to the gym. How crazy is that?

The great thing about Ricky is that he is game for anything. The crazier the better. We decided on doing 100 rope slams and then carrying 1 heavy chunk of concrete from the back of my gym about 100 yards and setting it down. We did 100 more rope slams and carried another chunk of concrete. We repeated this until all the slabs of concrete were stacked on the other side of the parking lot. We repeated this over and over until all of the concrete was stacked back up behind the gym again.

We didn’t set out to do this as fast as we could or do it in a certain amount of time. We just went until we were done. We talked, we laughed and I even managed to bust out a few of my old school dance moves. Fifty minutes later I was covered in dirt, sweat, bruises and cuts. My butt was kicked and I was in heaven!

Writing this, I realized why working out like this appealed to me. I was doing the kind of stuff I did as a kid. I was outside, picking up heavy stuff, carrying it around and putting it down. Even though the workout was hard, it was exhilarating. It was spontaneous.

I knew I was going to do some sort of hard workout and I had a general idea of what I wanted to do but it wasn’t set in stone….actually, I guess it was, just in that I was picking them up and carrying them.

Driving to the gym, the trail or the stadium is now filled with anticipation and excitement rather than dread.

I know I’m not going to work out like this forever. Eventually, I’m going to set some goals, and to reach those goals I will need a plan. Just for now though, I am going to be spontaneous. I am going to work out because I can. I am going to do things that excite me and that are fun. I am going to think outside of the box. I don’t need treadmills, ellipticals or dumbbells to workout. I can carry heavy rocks, climb hills, flip a tire, swing a bell, lift some logs, walk my dog, run with friends and so much more.

I’d love to hear about your experience with tossing the plans and schedules and being more intuitive and spontaneous. I have a feeling it’s going to help me come back stronger.

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Body Armor, Gas Mask and a Lesson Learned

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Yesterday was our much anticipated work out with the Tallahassee Police Department’s Tactical Apprehension and Control Team to benefit Orphan Logistics and Relief.

Orphan Logistics and Relief is a charity founded by several Tallahassee residents. They travel to third world countries to repair, build and provide services to schools and orphanages. Most of their funding have come out of their own pockets.

I know you are wondering what the connection is.

One of the founding members of OLR, James Fairfield is the Sgt of the TAC team. I met James several months ago when he came out to my gym to build a 12 foot wall for my Adventure Race Camps. From there James and several members of the team began using the gym for their workouts. I learned more about the charity during my conversations with James and I knew it was something I wanted to support in any way that I could.

That is when I had the brilliant idea of the workout.

The TAC team have a physical fitness qualification test that mimics some of the tasks that he and his men may encounter during a call. James and I agreed that this would be a great way to raise money for the charity. I knew our boot camp clients would love the chance to test themselves and their fitness levels.

Yesterday TAC team members, James, Jeff and Gavin arrived at the gym in the Bearcat; the armored vehicle used by the team. Gavin, a sniper, set up a table of weapons and gear used on their job while James and Jeff set up our course.

Jeff went first to show us what to expect. He finished in just under 5 minutes. James said that they want their team to finish in close to 5 minutes but have to do it in under 7.

We watched silently as Jeff sat down gasping for air. No one was volunteering to go next. I knew what I had to do.

As Jeff was putting on my body armor, I began making excuses. You guys know I am just coming back from injury. I am almost 50. I am a grandmother, I just got out of a cast. I’ve only done three workouts in the past couple of months etc, etc. I was scared. I was afraid I couldn’t do it and instead of just being ok with that, I made excuses before I even started.

With my body armor on, I got ready to start. Normally the vest would be loaded with equipment, but in our case, it was empty. I’m not sure how much it weighed empty; all I know, it was pretty heavy. The first task was to pick up, “the key”. That is the heavy thing used to bust through doors. I ran out 25 yards and back and then did 10 deep squats with it. From there I picked up a shield and while holding it, ran the 50 yards again. At this point I was feeling ok. Next up was to grab an aluminum ladder and run again. It was light and I was feeling pretty confident. It was then time to do 10 Burpees. This is when things started to get tough. From here I can’t even remember the order of the rest of the workout. I went into survival mode.

Next was pulling a sled loaded with 90 pounds 25 yards and then pushing it back to start. Then we had to clean and press 95 pounds. I was already gasping for air. It took only seconds to make the decision to opt for a lighter weight. That was my breakthrough. That is when I knew that I was free of Nastasha and her evil doings.

Then I had to grab hold of one of the bars on the Bearcat and hang for 20 seconds. This was the easiest part for me and gave me 20 seconds to catch my breath. I had to climb up and over the top of the vehicle and drop down to the other side. That is where James was waiting for me with a gas mask.

I had to take a minute. I couldn’t catch my breath and the thought of strapping something over my face brought me to the brink of panic. By the way, the picture Megan captured of this moment is priceless.

With a gas mask on my face, I had to decide whether to do a shuttle run or hit the tire with a sledgehammer 10 times and flip it 6 times. Crap. My mask was fogging up because of my rapid breathing and now I had to decide between running and sledgehammers. I chose the sledgehammer and tire flipping. The whole time I was striking that tire, I was wishing I had chosen the shuttle run.

At this point, I had to get out of that mask. I still had to run 100 yards to finish and I knew there was no way I could do it with the mask on. I ran, walked and stopped several times on that last 100 yards but I finished. My time certainly did not qualify me for this elite unit. The only unit I would be qualifying for would be the cardiac unit at CRMC. I was awarded with a 50 caliber shell casing with my time of 10:21. Thank goodness it was a big shell casing or my time wouldn’t have fit on it.

I was so proud of our boot campers. They killed the course all in under 7 minutes. Several of them did the course after doing 45 minutes of boot camp right before.

Through the kind donations of our wonderful boot camp clients, we were able to send James away with a $1250.00 check for OLR.

When I got home, I started thinking (and icing). I was embarrassed. I’m still embarrassed. I’m not embarrassed because I was slow or that I had to choose a light weight to press or even that I had to finish the course without my gas mask. I am embarrassed, no, humiliated that I violated the most important thing that I set out to do as Super Strong Nana. I used my age and my current conditioning as an excuse for not doing as well as I had hoped. I even did it before I started the course! It’s an epic fail on my part.

So, today I vow to dust off my cape. I will do the very best I can in everything I do. If I don’t do well at something, I will accept it for what it is. I will not make excuses. I will just accept that maybe I am human after all and that I do NOT have to be good at everything. I vow to be ok with who I am and where I am.

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I’d like to introduce you to Nastasha

Today marked my 3rd workout post cast.

One of the things I’ve been struggling with besides getting started again is having a plan of action for my workouts. I have goals of course, but unless I couple that with action, my goals remain just a dream. I think that is a famous quote because it sounds familiar.

I have to set myself up for success and one of the ways I have done that is to make plans to meet someone for workouts twice a week. My friend and boot camp client, Joe is training for The Jemez Mountain Trail Runs in New Mexico. I agreed to come up with several workouts to help him train for the steep terrain and the ever increasing elevation that he will be running.

Because we live in Florida, our options for elevation training are pretty limited. We decided one day a week will be workouts at Doak Campbell stadium, the other day will be running the hills next to Trinity Catholic School. Joe had never been on those hills and I had been a regular, pre-injury.

I told him that these were some of the steepest roads in Tallahassee and are at least a mile long. I was a little embarassed when Joe told me that he drove the hill and it was a mere quarter mile. It seems like a mile

On Tuesday Joe ran the hills while I patiently walked. Even when I was working out on a regular basis, these hills were challenging. Walking them for the first time in months was tougher than I’d like to admit.

After walking the quarter mile hill several times I decided to try a little bit of running. There are several cut through streets between the hills that are about 40 yards in length. I jogged those. My inner 20 year old, kept goading me into running up the hills. I tried hard to resist but ended up running some of the downhill portions. I felt fine but forced myself to stop while I still had energy. It felt great to workout again.

Today I met Joe at the stadium. Earlier in the day, I emailed him several hellish workouts designed for the stadium and the ramps. I told him to cut them up, fold them and open one when he got there. Doing that will help keep the workouts interesting and help him prepare for the unknown. He ended up with a ladder workout of the stadium steps and the ramps. The workout was one trip to the top of the steps and 1 run up the ramps. He added to the ramps while continuing to run one set of steps in between until he was running up the ramps 5 times. While he did this, I started walking up the steps. I watched Joe run past me several times. I had to force myself to stick to my plan of going slow, resting as needed and stretching throughout.

I went in to walk up the ramps that lead to the upper levels of the stadium and that is when Natasha appeared. I’ve decided to name my inner 20 year (that is trying to kill me), Natasha. The name conjures up the imagine of a raven haired assassin. As the new, smarter me was focusing on gradually building an endurance base while continuing to baby my newly healed foot, Natasha was whispering in my ear, mocking me.

I began to run. It was a constant battle. I ran up one level to shut her up and walked up one level to satisfy the new, smarter me. My big compromise was to stop even though I felt I could do a little more. I do have to admit though, my legs were shaking and I was beginning to feel a bit nauseous.

I left feeling on top of the world and with lots of energy to spare.

One of my goals for tomorrow is to write down my workout plan for the next couple of weeks. I am still being treated for shoulder pain so any upper body work is out. I am going to start adding squats, deadlifts and swings a couple of times a week in addition to meeting Joe for hill and stadium workouts.

The prospect of getting back into a regular routine is exciting. I just have to keep an eye out for Natasha.

 

 

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It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock and roll

I am free!! I am cast free, boot free and dorky walking shoe free. It’s been since late November that I have been able to wear matching shoes. Today I gathered up all of my right shoes that have been strewn around the house and paired them back up with long forgotten left shoes.

The only thing holding me back now are my painful shoulders which I just started a new treatment for and a pesky hamstring that I re-injured trying to deadlift in a cast.

Other than that, I am good to go.

Tonight was my first workout. I was giddy with excitement all day. I met a friend at Doak Campbell stadium to do the steps. As usual my inner 20 year old, that is trying to kill me, wanted to take off and run to the top but my new smarter 49 year old shut her down.

I walked to the top. I was very cautious with my newly healed foot, making sure I planted my feet firmly on each step. I was able to the top 3 and a half times. I could have done more but why risk it? From now on I am taking care of this body of mine. It’s the only one I have and the only one I will ever have. From now on I will train smart. I will do adequate movement prep and joint mobility before every workout. I will not train in pain. I will not train when exhausted. I will properly fuel my body and give it adequate nourishment. Last but not least, I will take rest days.

One of the things I thought about during my short little workout was that there are so many people who can’t train. I thought about a new friend I met on Facebook, named Nancy who is a trainer and an RKC in CA. Nancy has been on bed rest and crutches for 16 weeks due to major foot problems, foot surgeries and non healing surgical wounds. She is so positive and is always looking at the bright side.

Tonight’s 3 and a half trips to the top of  stadium was for her.

Heal fast my friend!

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My First Blog, or rather, Blob as Super Nana

The adventures of Super Nana is off to a slow start. Even though I gained my super nana status in August of this past year, it still takes the work of mere mortals to get a website up and running.

My first blog was supposed to be about my 2012 goals, my training, my diet and my progress. I wanted to start the year and my new super venture with something to inspire all of you who are ready to change your lives, set new goals and break the stereotypes of grandparents everywhere.

The problem is, I’ve been grounded.

In November I went to San Diego for a marketing workshop through Dragon Door. Silly me put fashion and laziness before comfort and sensibility. OMG, I just used the term, comfort and sensibility!! I am getting old!!

Anyway, in order to get through security quickly while looking cute I decided to wear my 2 inch wedge flip flops. Not only did I schlep through 3 airports in my flip flops but I did a ton of site seeing once I got to San Diego.

I started having dull pain on the top of my foot a few days after I got home. After a few days I decided to have it checked. I’ve had a stress fracture years ago and I figured this is what it was. To make a long blog short, I ended up going to a Podiatrist who happens to be a close friend. He put me in this gimorous walking boot with strict instructions to stay off of my foot. That thing was a pain but I actually got to wear my cute 2 inch wedge flip flop to even out my legs. The culprit became a lifesaver.

As usual, my inner 20 year old thought it would be ok to continue my workouts without the boot. Since I was doing mainly Kettlebell Swings, Deadlifts, presses, Squats and Pistols and wasn’t moving around I thought I was safe to take it off and workout.

Prior to the foot injury, I hurt both of my shoulders from overtraining pull ups and presses and yet I continued to train. I kept telling myself that I would do less weight, less sets and less reps. I was a tough chick and would push through the pain. Nightly doses of Celebrex became the norm.

I even went to have my shoulders checked out by a top Orthopedic Surgeon. I was diagnosed with a torn Labrum and given instructions to stop doing the offending activity.

So here I was with an injured foot and shoulders. I thought I was different and that the rules of healing and taking time off did not apply to me. I never, in a million years would let my clients train with injury and here I was training with injury.

I noticed my foot pain was not getting any better and was actually getting so bad that I had to take pain meds. I made an appointment with the Podiatrist. He took an X-Ray and congratulated me for turning my little stress fracture into a full blown fracture. I was put in my very first cast right after Christmas.

Did I let a little ol’ cast stop me from training? No way! Once I adjusted to the height and weight difference, I started doing Kettlebell Swings and rope workouts. I thought I was super human..a beast because I was not allowing a cast or shoulder injuries slow me down.

Then came the hamstring injury.

Not sure why I thought I could walk up to a barbell and do a max deadlift after having not done a barbell deadlift in more than 6 months all while balancing on a cast and my cute little 2 inch wedge flip flop. I honestly think my inner 20 year old is trying to kill my outer 49 year old! I felt my hamstring pull and the pain was immediate. Because of my stupidity and stubbornness, I aggravated an injury that I had several years ago, also due to stupidity.

So, instead of starting my new blog on a super awesome positive note, I am starting by explaining why I am not training.

All of my injuries and lack of progress are my own fault. I am learning the hard way. I hope that sharing my embarrassing training moments and crazy thought processes will help  you avoid making the same mistakes I did.

Although taking time off and allowing myself to heal is very scary, I had to make a commitment. My fear is that I am already turning into a blob of mush. I know that I won’t snap back as easily as I did when I was in my 20s. I know that once I’m healed, it’s going to take a little more time to build up my endurance, strength and yes, my wonderful calluses.

Now is the time to focus on healing and healthy eating, joint mobility and flexibility, as well as emotional and mental growth. In other words, I need to look inside and fix that part of me that is so afraid to rest. I need to see why I have such a need to press on through pain and injury.  It’s time to re-evaluate my goals for 2012.

I promise NOT to work out for 4 weeks or even longer if that is what it takes. That means no working out. No modifying, working around, or sneaking in workouts. I may go insane. I may also end up better and stronger than I have ever been.

I also promise; I will NOT blame this on age. I will NOT throw in the towel. I will NOT listen to people who tell me that I need to start slowing down and that I’m too old to be doing the type of workouts that I love. I will NOT become a mall walker. I will NOT give up my goal of being super strong and I will absolutely NOT allow myself to believe that I can’t come back stronger and better than ever.

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