My First 5K!

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So, as you can tell from the title, I ran my first 5K EVER!

I did the Electric Run in Washington, D.C. at National Harbor at 8PM on September 7th and it was pretty rad!

Basic premise: be a glow worm while running 3.5 miles in whacked out clothing, make up and face paint. Many people showed up in tutus, bright pink wigs, striped socks, neon yellow shorts and more glow sticks than you ever want to see again in your life; let alone at Halloween.

I went there in standard gym fare (top, bottoms, headband), as I pretty much forgot about the event until I got an email reminder. My concession: I wore light blue to match my running sneakers, instead of my standard black-on-black.

The energy surrounding that place though, wow…it was surreal! I had almost a two-hour wait (after an 1.5 hour drive/stuck in traffic scenario!) and the people were so nice! One young lady offered my boxmate and I the use of her neon body paint..we went nuts. Of course I then go with with a purple “predator” mark on one cheek, and a nice blue “rosy” blush on the other, and stripes on one arm a la “Avatar” (geek alert!).

While sitting and waiting for the race to start, an enterprising soul came over to the table and offered to spray paint designs on us for free if we walked around and sent her the business! One young lady got leopard print, which looked crazy dope on her; so we all got them. *wipes off neon rosy cheek*
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Needless to say, ya girl walked that sucker twice and was well rewarded! I went back and got my arm leopard-ized as well. After all of that we were ready to go!

We lined up and proceeded to wait about 40 minutes for our section to be let loose. The Electric Run staff kept us entertained; interacting with the crowd, throwing glow wands and sticks, playing good music.

The crowd was freaking awesome; a multicultural stew of everything and every body type. Grandparents ran, kids ran (with little angel wings! Lol), people in wheelchairs and kids in baby carriages (a smidge dangerous as there was no designated space for them, but we all made it work); everyone came out to have some nighttime fun while running.

Check these pics:

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The biggest part?
I actually ran…as in I kept up with my boxmate, who ran a half marathon earlier this summer, and didnt slow her down. There was one point where I felt like my left calf was burning in the fires of hell, but we paused long enough to stretch it out and kept going.

I, yes ME, did 3.5 miles in about 30 minutes and didn’t feel the urge to hurl afterwards; I was actually freakishly energized!

I’m so happy I did that run! It shows me that I have definitely been underestimating myself…I can do more than I think. I just have to do it! And I did!
#cuehystericallaughter

Anyone else had this experience? Please feel free to share!

M^2
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CrossFit Hope for Cures (a lil late!!!) Sorry!

Hey ya’ll,

So I’ve been a little MIA…my sincerest apologies.  I think the July 4th holiday just really made me a bit lazy and selfish.

This post is actually a post (with slight edits) that I did for my box (CrossFit Gym) earlier this month, and honestly I’ve gotten lots of compliments from box mates; even those that I never met (different workout schedules).  Don’t ask me why I didn’t post it here first…I think I had momentary brain freeze.  I apologize for the lapse.

Please enjoy!!!

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It was the length of the rope of “hero beads” that first struck me and made my throat squeeze shut and my eyes start to water ever so slightly.  Don’t believe me?  See this video right here: “I Need to Finish This”.  The first 30 seconds are more than enough.  Call me soft, but seeing such a long string of beads – each one representing blood transfusions or operations or pain of some sort – with loop after loop after loop telling the story of Kate Foster and her battle with Leukemia struck me as mightily unfair.  No one should have to deal with that and especially not a kid; but she did, she does and there’s the possibility that she will.

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CrossFit Hope for Cures

Here I am thinking my 4th of July holiday weekend will be full of some libations (#tequilaispaleo), burgers, movies and catching up on sleep.  Instead, moved by a video of a little girl with more moxie at 12/13 than I’ve got at 30-something, I chose to do something more than layabout in the AC on a hot summer day. I chose to participate in Mid Atlantic CrossFit Affiliates for Hope on the National Mall; what’s more is that I got to do it with some of my fave local Crossfitters.

My box came out and we showed other affiliates what we could do; we made some new friends and sympathized with each other  – Crossfitter to Crossfitter- over the pain we were about to endure.  All in the name of charity.  #gottalovethekids

All participants in Mid-Atlantic Affiliates CrossFit for Hope had to raise at least  $30 for CrossFit for Hope benefiting St. Jude Children’s Hospital via hope.crossfit.com.  Feel free to add a few bucks if you can!

Anywho, on deck:

3 Rounds (17 long minutes)

  • Burpees
  • 75/55 pound Power snatch (Natch, I went Rx…smh)
  • Box jump, 24/20 box
  • 75/55 pound Thruster (Again, I chose Rx…smh)
  • Chest to bar Pull-ups
  • 1 minute/station with a 1 minute rest between rounds

So LET me tell you about July 6th.  It was Saturday and it was hot as hell.  Like roaring-flickering-fires-of-Hades-hot, complete with little burning embers raining down on your back, face and forehead in the form of pretty, yet unrelentingly harsh sunlight.  Cue the sunburn, aloe and unforgiving tan marks; and that was at 8:30 in the morning!!!

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I’m a hot sweaty mess; she’s flawless…#mylife

Sidebar: I did however get to meet one of my faves! @elizabethakinwale Ahhhhhhh!!! #whenigrowup #justlikeher)

My Rx’d heat was at 9:30; just consider how much hotter it was an hour later.  No, really.  Think about it…..you just broke out in sweat didn’t you? I know you did…but I digress.

At 97 some-odd degrees, when they counted down “3-2-1” for my heat I went for the gusto; or at least whatever I had left in the tank after two days off from metcons and a double-fudge chocolate cupcake from Crumbs Bake Shop [read: huuuuuuge] the day before.

I actually managed, by the grace of God and via yells of various box mates to “keep going” & “everyone else is hot too”, to eke out 151 reps and not pass out from  the internal combustion that I felt welling up in my lungs, on my skin; even on my freaking hair follicles.

I was hot.  Like really, really hot; uncomfortable, sweaty, dirty, smelly, hungry and tired.  Sweat was EVERYWHERE and I so was not on my #prettygirlswag.  I went through 17 minutes of great thrusters/burpees, slow box jumps, ehhhhh snatches and really bad Chest to Bars (it sucks being short sometimes) and got a tan line from my headband as a lovely souvenir for the day.  And I forgot to pick up my free t-shirt!!!!  #sheesh

But here’s the thing: my feeling of discomfort lasted 17 minutes and my “distress” went away after some water, shade, food and a 3-hour nap.  Kate Foster’s discomfort from amputation, surgeries and chemicals being pumped into her system has forever altered her life; and yet she showed up, went hard and put it all out there in the WOD.

Kate Foster – hell, kids in general – simply slays me.  I’m beyond impressed and humbled by the fact that she just wants to WOD, contribute to the community and focus on something bigger than herself.  She has had plenty to fear and yet continues to be fearless; moving forward and living…fully.  That’s something that most adults have yet to grasp.

CrossFit Hope for Cures is one small part of the community bonds we create as we raise money for a good cause, commiserate over WODs and recognize that we have little-to-nothing to complain about when compared to others.The heat, the WOD, the distress that we all briefly felt on Saturday was nothing; the fortitude and drive of donors/participants; the memories and the connections that were forged pre, during, and post-WOD: everything.

Next time come and be a part of that “everything”.  Come out and WOD. Contribute to the Community.  Focus on something bigger than yourself.

You won’t regret it.  Kate didn’t.

M^2

 

Hell nah I’m not doing it twice!

So, lets talk frankly for a second here:
I’m in the CrossFit Open, after doing CrossFit for less than 5 months. I am in my 30’s (inching closer and closer to my pseudo-midlife crisis of single, sexy and no prospects lol), have never been injured and continue to surprise myself with what I have been able to achieve with my CrossFit program.

However, after all of that, the main reason I decided to do the Open, was because I wanted to see where the “holes” are concerning my abilities with strength, cardio, etc. I figure, hell, it’s $20 bucks…the point is to learn all I can from those around me, my coaches, and my competition. That is exactly what I’m doing. Each Open WOD showed me EXACTLY what I need to focus on: 13.1 Snatches/Olys/Form, 13.2 Box Jumps/Cardio/Endurance,13.3 sheeeeeeeeeet. Something lol!

So when my box mates were like, “Hey, are you doing it again?”, (“it” being a repeat of 13.2 to potential improve my total reps) I was like “Hell nah!”, because really, I have to make it through the rest of this Open competition and, believe it or not, I’m flipping tired lol.

A lot of these folks are early/mid 20’s, grad students or early career folks; I’m slighly past that stage. Although, real talk, a Master’s (45+) chick beat my reps too (but only by a bit…and she’s a freaking competitor in the summer league!! I totally aspire to be like her!!). On St. Patricks Day, I sat home and drank tea, ate paleo pumpkin muffins and watched “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel” (awesome!). That is my idea of a good time. No really, that’s my good time.
That and sleep. Lots of good, deep, soul-calming sleep lol.

With that said: I will continue documenting my “holes”, to determine how I should adjust my program to get better, so that next year I don’t feel like I’m going to pass out because of a few box jumps or throw my back out because my deadlifts turn into “Good Mornings”.

Once is more than enough this time around!
#Toodles

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CrossFit Open: 13.2 in the bag!

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13.2….
This WOD highlighted some strengths and weakness for me. I got 210 reps…7 rounds completed.  That is freaking respectable for a chick that’s been doing this for less than 5 months!  But…ehhhhh.

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13.2 sounded stupid simple, which is why I knew it would be super hard!  Anything that sounds “easy”, typically is not.  It’s simplicity is where it gets difficult because you HAVE to maintain form and endurance.

13.2, if anything, told me that my endurance levels need work.  My.push press was smoking fast…rack position, push press, done.  My deadlifts were crazy good for like 5 rounds; shoulders back, hips down.  But my box jumps…whew.  Those only lasted about two rounds before I switched to stepping up/down. 

My legs burned like you wouldn’t believe…I’m gonna be making love to my foam roller every, freaking night, I swear!!!!!

My ability to maintain my speed, to “sprint” through this WOD was severly hampered by my inability to simply endure and keep going.  I stopped too often to catch my breath…and that just burns my biscuits!

I am STEAMED that my rounds were blown because I refuse to run or implement some kind of endurance model in my training…which is totally on me, bc I hate running! (HATE running y’all, like fervently).

See there’s a big misconception that just CrossFit, i.e. three times a week makes you super strong and sexy, but the reality is that you have to incorporate additional training (running, swimming, biking, whatever) so that you can breathe/endure these tough WODs and truly capitalize on the CrossFit training you receive.

This WOD taught me that I have to train 360°, not 180°…so now I’m looking to add swimming (less stress on the body) to my regimine.

What else do you do outside of CrossFit? Barre Pilates? Marathons?  What are some resources you use to build your endurance levels?

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“Do you Lift”?

So lets talk about this for a second:
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I hit the crack store yesterday (Lululemon and no I didn’t put in a link…better to help you save money), and the manager (whew, cute!) he asks me if I lift and I immediately got a little offended…which sorta shocked me and made me pause.

He meant it in a positive, “sexy is strong”, “you look good”, kind of way and I took it in a “you’re bulky and large” kind of way.  It was a compliment and I didn’t even really see it as anything more than feeling that “I’m too pretty to lift”.

What complete and utter bull$hit. 

I love lifting.  I break my neck and rearrange my schedule to make Olympic weightlifting classes and plan to add additional training to my schedule.  I watch videos and religiously follow Diane Fu @fubarbell on instagram, I considered doing SuperFit this summer so I could rock my squats (PR 200), deadlifts (PR 215), press (PR 105), etc.  I want to set new PRs (my bad, “Personal Records”)! I want to perfect my snatch and overhead squat…I freaking love Olys (but the shoes are stupid ugly lol).

So the fact that I stood there offended by the fact that someone saw, really SAW me for who and what I am, and freaking liked it, means that I need to get over my own misconceptions about what strength and sexy is, accept me and rock on.  Because amazingly enough, everyone else does.

I get compliments on my physique every day.  Every. Single. Day.  People at the day job, the box, the gym, the stores…everyone compliments my arms, back, abs etc.  They know I’m working hard and getting results and they want those results too!

The funny thing is that I have never felt sexier, cuter, more beautiful or as confident as I do now in my pseudo-slim (lol, I’m “heavier” than ever!), strong and really (really, really) single life.

Because “Yes, I do lift”.  And I’m so effing proud+cocky that I can, and do, rock weights, that I gotta say it: Fellas if you can’t lift more than me, you need not apply to this chica right here. #realtalk

So, I’m over it…and here’s hoping that tall cutie comes through to WOD in my box some time soon.
(Wow, that sounded just a bit naughty didn’t it? Lol! #loveit)

How sexy is your strong?  Muscles on chicks, hot or not (to you)? 

CrossFit Open 13.1: Virgin no more!

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Score: 137 Reps and 16:17 for time!

Came in 6th out of all the chicks that competed! I did better than a good number of men!

*stunned*

No longer a CrossFit Competition virgin, last night in heat 2, I did my best to not pass out, cough up phlegm (caught a cold 2 days ago) or embarrass my box, my friends that came out, or myself. 

I mean seriously, if you’re going to wear “Wonder Woman” wrist wraps, you damn well best not come in last, ya dig?

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Outfit complete with my new wrist wraps, my “5 Weeks, 5 WODs shirt, my Lululemon heqdbqnd and Nike gloves, I probably looked just a little “cray, cray”, but OMG I had so much fun!

My cheering section was out in full force! Through the haze of exhaustion, I could hear them keeping me in check: “Keep your feet together”, “Drop the bar”, “Get on that bar”, “You got 10 more!”, “Gooooooo!”.   I’m so freaking grateful to have had that in my corner…and so completely humbled by it.

Now that it’s over, I can’t help but think: “If this was the first week, what the hell is next weeks going to look like?” 

But in reality, does it even matter? I’m doing it no matter what.  I’m having fun, challenging myself and living to tell the tale.  That works for me!

Pictures are coming y’all…standby.

Slow & Steady

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Often I see some boxmates (typically guys, but chicks too) loading a lot of weight up. They want to show, others, that they can move weight during the strength training. Everybody wants a chance to show off, including myself…but at this stage of the game (and age), I would rather take my time and build up, over time, to heavy weights, than rush it.

I spotted a boxmate today that was squatting heavy..which is fine. What wasn’t fine was how poor her form was…she could have got the bar up if she followed the.mechanics. She didn’t have it down, she didnt know how to drop the bar safely, the bar fell and it dinged my forearm. I have a slight bruise that will go away with some ice..no biggie. But it could have been.

The weights, bars, bad form…they can hurt you or someone else (ME!) so please be careful. Don’t be in such a hurry to look good, but not be good.

Remember the Tortoise and the Hare (yeah, yeah, I know, old school, but on point)…that half-shell might have gone slow, but he still won.

Btw: New PR Today 200# Back Squats

I started this past October having to swallow my ego at being told I was doing them incorrectly; facing the bar/rack the wrong way and not engaging my lats, abs or butt. #slow&steady

Paleo date:12813 – D22 – Scared of Donuts

Paleo Trek: The Next Generation

Real Food: The Final Frontier

These are the musings of the CrossFitter M^2 and her 30 Day Paleo Challenge: to explore strange new recipes that do not include wheat, legumes, dairy, sugars and/or processed foods. To seek out new opportunities to learn about her body, eat clean/train dirty, understand a food processor, and boldly go where she has never gone before: her very own kitchen.

CrossFitter’s log, Paleo date:021213 – D22

Today, I smelled, nay; INHALED the sugar associated with decadent, evil, glazed and jelly filled donuts.  Once again, the supervisor, b/c he loves us, brought in treats.  DunkinDonutslogoAnd it was 2 dozen varied donuts…and lord knows that I wanted one. Literally my nose, was on the box, as I breathed deeply…from my diaphragm…multiple times.

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It smelled soooooooooo good.  I could practically taste the sugar through my lymph nodes.  I could have had one…I mean seriously, who could blame me?  I’ve been doing Paleo pretty well…I deserve a treat don’t I?  It’s just a flipping doe-nut!

Except…for one little, teeny, tiny problem: I’ve been eating clean for so long, no bread, no dairy, no cheese, hardly any sugar beyond the natural stuff, that I am actually scared of eating a donut. I’m scared of the bubble guts that are sure to start up…the cramps that will strike within 2 minutes of inhaling the wheat/sugar combination…the sweat that will surely appear on my upper lip when….er, I’ll leave that last part off.  You get the point; don’t you?

I think one of the biggest benefit of this 30 Day Paleo Challenge, is that I actually don’t want to eat the bad stuff.  I don’t want to deal with the pain or the bloats or the icky feeling that always strikes at some point within eating the *good* stuff.

Another benefit?  I HAVE NEVER COOKED OR BAKED SO MUCH IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!  I, me the chick that would freeze her mom’s home cooking piece by piece so I could stretch it until her next visit, brought a food processor!  A FOOD PROCESSOR!

Say hellurrr to my little friend: BUFFY!

Food Processor

7-cups & powerful blades. Perfect for the single, apartment living cavewoman!

She slices, dices, shreds and purees and damn she’s beautiful.  She is cutting my prep time almost completely in half.  I’m experimenting with more and more recipes.  I have “Go-To” websites that have absolutely delicious, hearty and varied recipes with hilarious, sarcastic chefs.  Really, could you ask for anything more?

These people started out just like you and me…wanting to eat well, reduce waste and WOD like BillyBadAsses.  They are here to help; you just have to take the kale leaf that’s being offered; and pass on the the french fries that are going to cause “burgles”.

My faves so far:

22 days down, and 8 to go for this challenge.  But this right here is so my new lifestyle.  I’ve invested myself in to it.  I’m losing inches that loved me for years, and it’s only been 22 days.  Let me say that again: 22 days = lost inches.  Ya’ll betta get right and get on it.

M^2