boxing

I am literally counting down the minutes over here until the weekend. It’s 9 days until my half and I’m taking this last weekend to celebrate before I start tapering. That means partying it up for one of my Philly girls’ birthdays with some of my girlfriends and getting my rest on, two things that I’m very much a fan of.

This week has been tough workout wise. I’ve started coming up with new routines for myself on days where I’m not running and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t kicking my own butt. I’m working on incorporating the training I learned from getting my NASM certification to build a solid plan for myself to really start seeing results. I built a pretty solid foundation with the BBG and I’m ready to turn it up a notch.

Which means more food, which really means more pancakes. And that, my friends, is one of the best things in the world.

Along with switching up my workout routine a little bit, I’ve been trying to get back to kickboxing. I’m going to be 100% honest with you guys and let you know I haven’t been to kickboxing in probably a good three weeks and it wasn’t because of lack of motivation.

I started resenting the instructor. I know that sounds really dramatic, but hear me out. The class schedule for the kickboxing gym I attend has a 5:45 am class, a 10 am class (which usually conflicts with meetings for me), a 4:30 pm class (still working), and a 7:00 class (I’m just not a night time workout type of girl). Now, I’m a morning person, but 5:45 means I have to get up at 5:15 to get ready and drive all the way there and that just isn’t something I’m willing to do the 3 days a week they list that as an option. Instead, I had just been going once a week to the 5:45 am class.

Now if I’m getting my butt up to go to class at 5:45, it had better be a good one. And this class just continually was not. We spent the first 15 minutes warming up, the next 10 punching the bag, the next 20 doing ab work on the floor, and the final 15 cooling down. So basically my heart rate went no where and while my abs were getting a kicking workout, that’s not why I paid the big bucks to go to a kickboxing gym. I went to BOX. To hit the darn bag. To get out that frustration. Finally, I realized it wasn’t worth it for me to be getting up this early and for me to be upset about it, so I stopped going.

Enter Wednesday.

I had an early morning meeting at 7:30, so instead of waking up and hitting the gym at the crack of dawn, I opted to sleep in and fit my workout into my lunch break. I realized that there was a kickboxing class at 10am that I could swing, so I laced up my shoes and headed out.

This class was just what I needed. We spent an appropriate amount of time warming up and then we got down to business. There were burpees. There were laps around the gym. There were squat jumps. There were intervals of speed punching and power punching. And at the end, I was out of my mind tired and sweaty, and I loved it.

But more than anything, I loved the mantra that the instructor kept instilling in us. “Why are you here” she was say over and over as we punched the bag. And it got me thinking. We’re all working out for different reasons, but something brings us to the gym every day. Something lights that fire that says, it’s time to do something for yourself. Going to the gym is a very selfish activity, but selfish in the best possible way.

The best part about the “why are you here” question? If you don’t like the answer, change it. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: not everyone works out the same way.

If you hate running, don’t run.

If you hate circuit workouts, choose something else.

If you hate working out alone, go to a class.

You have a million options and maybe you just haven’t found the perfect one for you yet, but when you ask yourself “Why are you here” and finally get that answer you’ve been looking for, you know you’re doing something right.

And I’ll leave you with an obligatory picture of the Boo getting her speed on. I have been taking her on runs lately since the weather has been so nice, and good god is she improving. Literally break neck pace over here.

-sj

“How did you do it?”

“I decided to be able to.”

So, I signed up for a half marathon. I have been consistently running for almost 7 years at this point and how I’ve never run a race is anyone’s guess. But that doesn’t make me feel like any less of a runner. Recently, my boyfriend got me a copy of Alexandra Heminsley’s book “Running Like a Girl”. To be honest, I didn’t think I would like it nearly as much as I did. In fact I devoured the book. It is the perfect read if you’ve ever had any questions about running. If you’ve never run more than your gym class mile as a kid or if you’re a consistent runner averaging 50 miles+ a week, you can still get something out of this read. I found myself jotting down quotes and passages as I went along just because they were so inspiring and really motivating. So much so that when I finished the book last night, I decided I was going to finally bite the bullet and sign up for a half marathon. Philly Love Run, I’m coming for you.

I get asked often questions about running especially by people who are just starting out and I’m always more than happy to answer, so while I’m getting my training for the half done, I’m going to be putting together a series of Running 101 posts to help new and experienced runners alike.

Today’s topic: Getting Started.

By far the hardest part about running is starting. When I first started, I had only ever run in school when we had our mandatory mile. In middle school, I would get wicked heel spurs and find any way I could to get out of running. It never worked and I always would get stuck plodding around the track for some laps while my lungs burned and I cursed the day the mile was ever invented.

Enter college. I went to the gym 4-5 times a week, but refused to run. The memories of gasping for air, beet red faces, and excruciating boredom kept me from running at all. After awhile, I had been elliptical-ing and working on my cardio endurance and getting pretty bored with just biking and walking, so I decided I would give a run a go. I saddled up onto the treadmill and picked a song to run along with. I ran and ran and hated every second of it. After I was sure at least 30 minutes had passed I pressed stop only to be met by a flashing red workout summary that totaled my distance at .6 of a mile. Awesome. I was disheartened to say the least and decided that I wasn’t a runner and this wasn’t for me.

A couple weeks later, I went and tried again. And you know what? It wasn’t nearly as bad and I actually finished a full mile. Was I going at a snails pace? Probably slower to be honest, but I had done it. And I haven’t stopped since.

That first run is a right of passage. I’m going to be the first to tell you, it’s probably not going to be that fun. It’s probably going to suck. But I assure you any run from there on out will be a whole heck of a lot easier. My advice: walk where you want to run a couple times first. If you really like a particular trail, walk around it a couple times and then one day, let it all go and run it. You know what’s there and what you’re going to run in to, but it’s such a different experience when you run past it all.

Tips for just starting out:

Pace yourself. This is not a race, this is just life. You don’t have to go as fast as you can. Pick a pace that if comfortable and conversational. If you can’t talk a little bit while you’re running, you’re going to burn out way more quickly than you want to.
Breathe. This is the most important thing you can do.
Visualize something awesome. Pretend you’re running through a field of daisies, pretend your running from a herd of zombies, pretend you’re running to catch something in front of you. Giving your mind a task keeps you focused on something other than what you’re doing.
Make small goals. See that lightpost up there? You only have to run that far. Oh, that felt good and you want to keep going? Why don’t you go to that tree. It sounds silly, but it works, I promise
Think about time in a useful way. 20 minutes may seem like such a daunting amount of time to run for, but think about how short of an amount of time that is compared to everything else you do. I bet it’s shorter than your commute. I bet it’s shorter than how long it takes you to make dinner. I bet it’s shorter than how long it takes you to get up and get ready in the morning. You can run for 20 minutes.
Remember, you don’t have to run the whole time. If you’re just starting out, you probably don’t have the cardiovascular strength to keep continuously running and that’s okay. Take a breather when you need it, but vow to keep moving. A great way to start is to alternate intervals of running and walking. Run for 3 minutes, walk for 2, run for 3 minutes, walk for 2. Then in a couple runs go for 4 minutes running, 1 minute walking. Eventually, you’ll be able to run non-stop like it’s no big thing.

You can do it if you decide you want to. Lace up your shoes and get out there because why not?

Workout: Run/Walk for 20 minutes in an area you love.

-sj

Love & Lunge

“why are you here.” and picking the right workout for you.

running 101: getting started.