I have woken up for the last three mornings feeling like I was run over by an 18-wheeler, dragged off the road by a pack of wild squirrels, and then beaten with a few baseball bats, specifically in the calves, lower back, and shoulders (those squirrels have an accurate swing!).
And I've never felt better.
Believe it or not, I'm currently what you would call "skinny fat". Yeah, yeah, roll your eyes, most people do, but it is what it is. I eat junk food more than I should and slide by with the luck of the genetic draw giving me my father's metabolism (thanks Dad!) Most recent caliper measurements by a professional who has been doing this for YEARS (therefore, I trust her accuracy) measured me in at 26% body fat. 34 lbs of me, the equivalent of my 2 year old, is fat. According to ACSM, that ranks me as a "poor". But again, what's a number? In this case, simply an example to show you that looks can certainly be deceiving.
So let's go with upper body fitness assessments. Push ups? "fair". Bench press one rep max? "very poor". Sure, I can run 15+ miles without stopping in an easy zone 2. Sure I have finished 6 marathons, all in better than average to average times. Sure, I can take home local 5k age group and overall awards. And yes, I do make fitness a priority.
But a fine, well rounded, specimen of physical fitness? That I am not.
PLEASE do not get me wrong, the intention of this blog post is NOT to tear myself down. I am very proud of all that my body HAS accomplished, and the hard work it HAS put forth up until now. I'm proud of my motivation, I'm proud of my dedication. I love my body.
But the body that I love...is weak. And as my passion for fitness furthers, I'm realizing that my personal fitness has been very narrowly focused on...you guessed it...running. And that narrow focus has ultimately only been a disservice to my running.
A lot of you commented, tweeted, and dailymile-d asking me to continue posting progress as I tackle this ridiculously INSANE fitness program appropriately named "Insanity". So here is your first update: I've finally found something to push the "weak me" to the "strong me". Sure, there are plenty of other outlets to do this. But something finally lit that spark for me.
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Never in my life have I been brought to my knees out of pure exhaustion so dang QUICKLY by a workout. I'm lucky if I can do a third of everything they do on the video without needing a break. It's no joke.
Never in my life have I wanted to conquer something so darn badly. Never have I felt so defeated, yet so motivated at the same time. I want more and more.
Push push push. Dig deeper (Shaun T has brainwashed me already). Find what you are made of. Something I've always tried to push the brink of with running, but never able to cross that mental and physical pain threshold. For some reason, this makes me do that. I mean, I'm grunting, yelling (all while my boys are laughing their butts off at me) with shaking arms and legs that make me want to puke. And just when I think I'm going to do so, it's a 30 second break.