SUCCESS!!!

I accomplished my first Rx for a workout today. The workout wasn't complicated: 10 Kettlebell swings (55lbs), 20 Russian Twists with a 20 lb. Medicine Ball, and 30 Paralette Jumps, as many rounds as possible in 16 minutes. I did 3 rounds with 7 KB swings to spare. Paralette Jumps were a bitch since I'm not the most aerial guy in the world, but I ground out 30 of them each round. A month ago, I wasn't even able to get my lard butt off of the ground.

I am quickly becoming a Crossfit Addict.

Goals.

I know that the title of this blog refers to 100 pounds, but my goals are deeper than just losing weight. I want to be an asset to those around me. If some crisis erupts, I want to be part of the solution, not part of the problem. If one of my kids sprains an ankle while we're camping, I don't want to have to call an ambulance for both of us because I collapse while carrying him to the car.

I'm not building an Abercrombie & Fitch underwear model, I'm building a life teeming with potential because I have minimized my physical limitations. I want to amaze my doctors and frustrate my pharmacist as I decrease the meds I take and stave off the effects of my various ailments.

It's happening. I can feel it in oh so small increments, but the progress is there. I have refocused my thoughts from "Back in the day, I was..." to "Tomorrow, I will be..."

I'm Becoming a Cave Man

Well, some people that know me would tell you that this announcement is late by a couple of decades. The fact is, I am starting the Paleo Diet today. As near as I can tell, the Paleo Diet is one where you can eat as much as you want of anything that walks, crawls, flies, or grows on trees and bushes. I'm good with that. I'll have to eliminate processed foods and grains of any type from my diet. Ummm...okay, I can do that. I'll miss pizza, but sacrifices must be made. The only hitch in this process is the elimination of coffee.

Please, not coffee. I have been drinking the Blessed Bean Broth since I was 10 years old. It gets me started in the morning and provides a pleasant way to spend a break at work. Plus, the occasional froo-froo coffee at one of our local coffee houses is a treat. I'm going to have to ponder that one long and hard.

I'm also going to have to eliminate salt. So, basically, it sounds like I'm going to be eating a bunch of bland food. If anyone out there has any Paleo recipes that they like, please feel free to send them my way.

What is it like?

Occasionally, when I mention that I started Crossfitting I am asked, "What's it like? I hear it's pretty hard."

Trying to explain what Crossfit is like is like trying to explain to a desert nomad what it's like to swim in Lake Michigan; you have to do it to truly understand.

However....

I will describe to you what it's like for me. Hopefully, you'll gain some insight from that. Usually, the process begins the night before and continues until I have actually completed the workout.

Evening, the Night Before a Workout: Ho-lee crap! He expects me to do pullups? I can barely pull up my socks, let alone pull my fat behind up to a bar! And Burpees? I HATE Burpees! I look like an elephant seal trying to make to the water! Oh shit, Wall Balls? Better get the barf bag ready.

Morning, Day of the Workout: Okay, 8 hours of work and it's off to Crossfit. It's gonna suck, but I'm not going to get any better sitting on the couch watching the tube. I wonder what's on? Is NCIS on? I can't miss the mid-season finale! Maybe I'll, skip today and go tomorrow!

Lunch Time, Day of the Workout: Half the day gone and only four hours until Crossfit. Funny, I'm not as tired today as I usually am by this time. My feet and back are actually feeling pretty good. I could probably skip today and it wouldn't hurt me.

Quitting Time Day of the Workout: Here is my exit to go home. All I have to do is turn here and I'll be warm and comfy on my couch snuggling up to the missus and catching up on NCIS. (Sigh) And I'll still be the same lump of disappointment that I was yesterday. Okay, no more excuses, nothing to it but to do it.

Entering Crossfit, Twenty Minutes Before the WoD Begins: Wow! These people look miserable! Thank GOD! I thought I was the only one that looked like that when I was working. Good Lord! That guy is in incredible shape and he's laying on the floor like he's dead. This one must be a smoker!

Workout Begins: Ya know? I might flirt with that woman if it weren't for two obstacles; 1) I'm a happily married man and 2) Judging by the way she's tossing that ball, she'd probably stomp me into a bloody mush if I offended her. How can someone that small generate that much power?

Five Minutes Into Workout: How did I get so weak??? When did I lose my ability to lift myself off the floor? I think I'm going to suggest that they have oxygen tanks somewhere around here because I sure as hell need some right now. I think they mis-marked this ball; it says '14' on it, but I swear it weighs '50'. If I can just get through this without throwing up on that woman in front of me, I'll consider this a success.

Ten Minutes Into Workout: I think with the next Burpee, I'll just stay on the floor until my blood stops burning. Uh-oh, the coach is yelling at me. What? 'Good job?' Haven't you been watching me? I can't even keep up with the scrawny, little, woman in front of me. Well crap! If she can toss that ball up there, I can do a couple of more Burpees.

Workout Complete: I feel like a wet noodle that's been run over by a truck. I should have realized that I'm in no condition to workout! Still, I managed to throw that wall ball a little better today. And the Burpees didn't hurt as much today as they did last week. Plus, skipping rope during the warm-up was waaay easier. As soon as I can talk in complete sentences, I'll be ready to go. I sure like the way people encourage each other around here.

Home After the Workout: Wow, I feel great! I haven't felt this good for a while. I did okay, too. I made it and achieved most of my goals. I'll work harder next time. I wonder what's in store for the next workout? Ho-lee CRAP! Front Squats??? What madman devises these workouts? Why not just waterboard us and get it over with???

Success

I finally made it three times in one week. The WoD was a killer for me, but I learned a couple of things;

1. Concentrate on what I'm doing. Focus on proper movement and doing the exercise correctly.
2. Forget about speed. Something I've learned from competitive shooting: Slow is smooth, smooth is fast. I'm participating with people that are half my age and worlds ahead of me in fitness. Don't try to keep up, just try to keep with it.

I have a confession to make; when I walk into the box, and I see all of the people with pained expressions on their face and sweat streaming off of them, it makes me happy to know I'm not alone. I am inspired by these people. I strive to do what they do as well as they do it. I won't mention any names, but I have witnessed remarkable athleticism from an Air Force Lieutenant, a couple of middle school teachers, and at least one new parent. They lift much heavier weights than I do, do more pushups than I do, and have a lot more stamina than I do. And those are the women!

I have learned humility, because I have learned I have much to be humble about.

BUT...

I can feel me getting stronger. I was less sore this week than last week. I could skip rope a little better this week than last week, and I recuperated faster this week than last week.

Baby steps, small victories, long term commitment. This is my new mantra.