Day 7 of #21DayAssKicking
If you’re wondering what this is all about, flip back to my intro post.
I was planning to run again today but there’s ice and snow on the ground so Lee and I took to our basement - home gym (which is luckily fitted with a heavy bag, weights, pull up bar and mini trampoline so we can make a good workout from it). 
Day 8: Bootcamp Again. 

Day 7 of #21DayAssKicking

If you’re wondering what this is all about, flip back to my intro post.


I was planning to run again today but there’s ice and snow on the ground so Lee and I took to our basement - home gym (which is luckily fitted with a heavy bag, weights, pull up bar and mini trampoline so we can make a good workout from it). 

Day 8: Bootcamp Again. 

Day 4 of #21DayAssKicking: A “Barre Ride” is No Joke

If you’re wondering what this is all about, flip back to my intro post first. 

Yeah, so here’s how a “Barre Ride” goes down…

I signed up for an introduction month at Revolve in Clarendon to throw something different into the mix for the next few weeks. Revolve is an “indoor cycling studio” so when I reserved space for my first class I didn’t think to read class descriptions - spinning is spinning, right? Yeah, um, no. Not that I’m complaining but this totally caught me off guard!

Following 40 minutes of hardcore spinning we dismounted our bikes and thus began the madness. Next I know we’re barefoot gripping our saddles for a never-ending series of ballet plies (basically squats only people try to look more elegant) - on our toes, off our toes, with a ball between our legs, with small weights in our hands….Yup, then some planks and a stretching finale. And finally release from jail. 

It was pretty fabulous actually and I know I’m going to feel it everywhere tomorrow - more that the usual spinning class that rips your legs and butt apart, this one really murders them. 

Day 5: Intense Abs

Day 3 of #21DayAssKicking

If you’re wondering what this is all about, flip back to my intro post first. 

Back to Bootcamp this morning…at 6AM. This time the cardio drills (after every 4th station) included boxing gloves and a heavy bag - two of my favorite things :) That said, nothing’s too appealing at the crack of dawn.

We boxed the heavy bag, we lunged with a 40 lb. vest on, we did step up’s with leg raises, chest presses, burpees with a half-moon exercise ball above our head, bear crawls dragging a weight bag, kettle bell swings and arm raises, multiple ab killers…and a half dozen other stations I can’t even name. 

But you know what? By 7AM I was ready to take on the world. Damn it felt good to be alive.

Day 4: Back to spinning!

Day 2 of my #21DayAssKicking: Back on the Track.
If you’re wondering what this is all about, flip back to my intro post first. 
Today was pretty brutal, but in a different way. Yesterday I was pushed to my limit at bootcamp - a physical limitation. But today played harder on my mind, my ego, and my emotions. It hurt inside and out to struggle through 3 miles recalling how I could pound out 10 and still be smiling…just six months ago. It’s amazing how it takes so long to train the body yet it fades so much faster - a cruel realization!
But I did it, and that counts. So I’ll carry on, one day at a time.
Day 3: Bootcamp at 6am. Womp Womp. High-res

Day 2 of my #21DayAssKicking: Back on the Track.

If you’re wondering what this is all about, flip back to my intro post first. 

Today was pretty brutal, but in a different way. Yesterday I was pushed to my limit at bootcamp - a physical limitation. But today played harder on my mind, my ego, and my emotions. It hurt inside and out to struggle through 3 miles recalling how I could pound out 10 and still be smiling…just six months ago. It’s amazing how it takes so long to train the body yet it fades so much faster - a cruel realization!

But I did it, and that counts. So I’ll carry on, one day at a time.

Day 3: Bootcamp at 6am. Womp Womp.

Day 1 of #21DayAssKicking: BOOTCAMP
If you’re wondering what this is all about, flip back to my intro post first. 
Brutal. I think my friend Vanessa summed it up well when she asked “do we have to pick up our own vomit too?” I talked the talk all day and come 7pm it was time to walk the walk…or run three flights of stairs 4 times in between 4 sets of various vicious leg, arm, and ab numbing exercises. Oh, and some boxing drills to complete the assault (on oneself). 
I felt sick. I felt fabulous. 20 more habit-forming days to go…

The most essential factor is persistence - the determination never to allow your energy or enthusiasm to be dampened by the discouragement that must inevitably come - James Whitcomb Riley

Day 2: 3 Mile Track Run (a stretch given I’ve ran twice, for 2 miles in the last 2 months since recovery).  High-res

Day 1 of #21DayAssKicking: BOOTCAMP

If you’re wondering what this is all about, flip back to my intro post first. 


Brutal. I think my friend Vanessa summed it up well when she asked “do we have to pick up our own vomit too?” I talked the talk all day and come 7pm it was time to walk the walk…or run three flights of stairs 4 times in between 4 sets of various vicious leg, arm, and ab numbing exercises. Oh, and some boxing drills to complete the assault (on oneself). 

I felt sick. I felt fabulous. 20 more habit-forming days to go…

The most essential factor is persistence - the determination never to allow your energy or enthusiasm to be dampened by the discouragement that must inevitably come - James Whitcomb Riley

Day 2: 3 Mile Track Run (a stretch given I’ve ran twice, for 2 miles in the last 2 months since recovery). 

January was for clean eating, February is for ass-kicking. I tried to get back in the bootcamp game and lasted a week before I was hit with chronic hives - WTF? Yeah, still trying to find the root cause of those. Anyways, I allowed it to deter me for a while but it looks like I may spend more time than expected trying to sort that out - so it’s back to the grind, hives and all. 
We hear so much about how it takes 21 days to form a habit, right? Well, taking that to heart, I’ve drawn up a 21-Day Kick Ass Plan to get back in the game once and for all. Yes, it looks extreme. Yes, I know I don’t need to do something every day for life - that’s why I ended up with achilles tendentious the first time. But I have to do something drastic to kickstart my body into believing in me once again! So I’m going to do SOMETHING, every day for 21 days - no excuses, no exceptions, no bullshit. I’ve got a 10-miler in April and my first half marathon to conquer in May, the time is now. 
This ass-kicking includes hourly bootcamps and spin classes, 3 weekly runs (outdoor track and trail), and a little yoga and boxing drills. I’ve scheduled a lot of it in the AM so if something crops up I can still make up for it in the evening. I’m okay if I go off schedule, DOING SOMETHING COUNTS, I just need to visualize a plan to get motivated. 
So, it’s Day 1 of #21dayasskicking (yes, I’m going to tweet and tumble this daily to hold myself accountable, first up this evening is bootcamp (indoors, thankfully!)
Read More - Day 1 Recap: BOOTCAMP High-res

January was for clean eating, February is for ass-kicking. I tried to get back in the bootcamp game and lasted a week before I was hit with chronic hives - WTF? Yeah, still trying to find the root cause of those. Anyways, I allowed it to deter me for a while but it looks like I may spend more time than expected trying to sort that out - so it’s back to the grind, hives and all. 

We hear so much about how it takes 21 days to form a habit, right? Well, taking that to heart, I’ve drawn up a 21-Day Kick Ass Plan to get back in the game once and for all. Yes, it looks extreme. Yes, I know I don’t need to do something every day for life - that’s why I ended up with achilles tendentious the first time. But I have to do something drastic to kickstart my body into believing in me once again! So I’m going to do SOMETHING, every day for 21 days - no excuses, no exceptions, no bullshit. I’ve got a 10-miler in April and my first half marathon to conquer in May, the time is now. 

This ass-kicking includes hourly bootcamps and spin classes, 3 weekly runs (outdoor track and trail), and a little yoga and boxing drills. I’ve scheduled a lot of it in the AM so if something crops up I can still make up for it in the evening. I’m okay if I go off schedule, DOING SOMETHING COUNTS, I just need to visualize a plan to get motivated. 

So, it’s Day 1 of #21dayasskicking (yes, I’m going to tweet and tumble this daily to hold myself accountable, first up this evening is bootcamp (indoors, thankfully!)

Read More - Day 1 Recap: BOOTCAMP

It’s January 2013, a new year and 5 months since my achilles injury. And it’s finally time to get back on the wagon. The problem with me is that it’s all or nothing. Doing half-assed boxing classes where I had to avoid all the sprints and jumps and interval jumping jacks just pissed me off, I didn’t see the value. So I did nothing. And when I do nothing I eat everything (that I want to eat). So now 5 months later my pants are tight, the weighing scales is a total pr!ck and I’m annoyed. I’m annoyed because I know better. I’m annoyed because I could have at least eaten better and wouldn’t have undone so much of what I’d achieved. Well listen, I didn’t pack back on 20 lbs or anything I’m just bang outta shape and toxic with crap food. I went to Ireland for the holidays and boy did I go to town - Mom’s cooking, the chipper, tasty beverages… you get the idea.
So with very little pain in my achilles (a small bit here and there), an expanding waistline, and a pissed off Lisa - it’s go time. Before I hit the gym I had to clean up my diet. I joined Grant Hill’s #30DayTransformation to get me motivated and have Lee (my better half) on board with eating better. Basically it’s a Paleo diet (only they’ve all forsaken alcohol too and I’m not on board that ship), clean grain-free unprocessed eating. It’s a good thing I like to cook because you have to invest time in the kitchen to rock this one. I dropped $500 at Whole Foods just to get started *palm face*…but nothing worth doing ever comes easy. 
The eating part hasn’t been too bad though - a little sugar craving here and there and bumpy moods as the body adjusts - compared to the first time I cleaned up my act, that was pure torture. Anywhoooo….getting back to exercise was a different story. Not yet brave enough to hit the cold pavement running I joined a local indoor bootcamp class on Saturday and a yoga studio. Both are unlimited monthly commitments and meant to jump start my activity level and get my energy up before I return to running and boxing. Let me tell you something - I was CRIPPLED for 2 days. Even getting through the class was miserable…I hid in the toilet on several occasions to compose myself. I suppose I could have eased back in and half-assed the class but it’s not my style. I pushed my limits, as I do, and made it through. And hated it. So I paid for a month and went back at 6am this morning. And it sucked again. And it will keep on sucking until I get my head back in the game - because that’s what you do - you push through and suck it up. It takes 21 days to form a habit (some wise fool once said so it must be true) and I’m on day 4. Bitter, party of 1! Alas, I’ll carry on…







Kites rise highest against the wind—not with it ~ Winston Churchill







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It’s January 2013, a new year and 5 months since my achilles injury. And it’s finally time to get back on the wagon. The problem with me is that it’s all or nothing. Doing half-assed boxing classes where I had to avoid all the sprints and jumps and interval jumping jacks just pissed me off, I didn’t see the value. So I did nothing. And when I do nothing I eat everything (that I want to eat). So now 5 months later my pants are tight, the weighing scales is a total pr!ck and I’m annoyed. I’m annoyed because I know better. I’m annoyed because I could have at least eaten better and wouldn’t have undone so much of what I’d achieved. Well listen, I didn’t pack back on 20 lbs or anything I’m just bang outta shape and toxic with crap food. I went to Ireland for the holidays and boy did I go to town - Mom’s cooking, the chipper, tasty beverages… you get the idea.

So with very little pain in my achilles (a small bit here and there), an expanding waistline, and a pissed off Lisa - it’s go time. Before I hit the gym I had to clean up my diet. I joined Grant Hill’s #30DayTransformation to get me motivated and have Lee (my better half) on board with eating better. Basically it’s a Paleo diet (only they’ve all forsaken alcohol too and I’m not on board that ship), clean grain-free unprocessed eating. It’s a good thing I like to cook because you have to invest time in the kitchen to rock this one. I dropped $500 at Whole Foods just to get started *palm face*…but nothing worth doing ever comes easy. 

The eating part hasn’t been too bad though - a little sugar craving here and there and bumpy moods as the body adjusts - compared to the first time I cleaned up my act, that was pure torture. Anywhoooo….getting back to exercise was a different story. Not yet brave enough to hit the cold pavement running I joined a local indoor bootcamp class on Saturday and a yoga studio. Both are unlimited monthly commitments and meant to jump start my activity level and get my energy up before I return to running and boxing. Let me tell you something - I was CRIPPLED for 2 days. Even getting through the class was miserable…I hid in the toilet on several occasions to compose myself. I suppose I could have eased back in and half-assed the class but it’s not my style. I pushed my limits, as I do, and made it through. And hated it. So I paid for a month and went back at 6am this morning. And it sucked again. And it will keep on sucking until I get my head back in the game - because that’s what you do - you push through and suck it up. It takes 21 days to form a habit (some wise fool once said so it must be true) and I’m on day 4. Bitter, party of 1! Alas, I’ll carry on…

Kites rise highest against the wind—not with it ~ Winston Churchill

The last post I wrote ended with these words:

Regardless, I’m running that damn marathon November 18th — even if it’s the first mile I run from now till then. 

It was dated August 23rd, almost two months ago, and I meant every word. Since then I’ve seen an Orthopedic Specialist and endured twelve (time consuming and boring) sessions with a physical therapist. I’ve done the stretches, stayed off the track and out of the boxing gym — and I feel pretty shitty because of it. But I listened to the doctor, took every piece of advice and stuck to the plan. 
Today is the morning after my first run in eleven weeks, a steady 2 miles to get started. It’s not perfect but it’s not painful, and more importantly it’s a start. I’ve had to face a difficult choice regarding the Philadelphia Marathon in recent weeks and am sad to say it won’t be my day. Bold words (such as those quoted above) will be preached again, but I’ve learned a lot about Achilles Tendonitis recently — enough to know my bold words run the risk of lifelong injury, a risk I’m not willing to take. 
My training begins again in preparation for a Spring 2013 Marathon…only I’ll try to respect “rest” days and stop trying to beat my own best every damn time I hit the track. But I’ll be running. And boxing. And I’ll be getting back to mastering a damn pull-up! 
Carry on.  High-res

The last post I wrote ended with these words:

Regardless, I’m running that damn marathon November 18th — even if it’s the first mile I run from now till then. 

It was dated August 23rd, almost two months ago, and I meant every word. Since then I’ve seen an Orthopedic Specialist and endured twelve (time consuming and boring) sessions with a physical therapist. I’ve done the stretches, stayed off the track and out of the boxing gym — and I feel pretty shitty because of it. But I listened to the doctor, took every piece of advice and stuck to the plan. 

Today is the morning after my first run in eleven weeks, a steady 2 miles to get started. It’s not perfect but it’s not painful, and more importantly it’s a start. I’ve had to face a difficult choice regarding the Philadelphia Marathon in recent weeks and am sad to say it won’t be my day. Bold words (such as those quoted above) will be preached again, but I’ve learned a lot about Achilles Tendonitis recently — enough to know my bold words run the risk of lifelong injury, a risk I’m not willing to take. 

My training begins again in preparation for a Spring 2013 Marathon…only I’ll try to respect “rest” days and stop trying to beat my own best every damn time I hit the track. But I’ll be running. And boxing. And I’ll be getting back to mastering a damn pull-up! 

Carry on.