This week didn’t get off to too rousing a start, as I was unable to get to the gym on Monday due to conferences at school.
I felt a bit as though I was getting out of my routine, as I’d also been off the previous Friday in anticipation of the FIT Challenge that was scheduled to take place Feb. 12 in Port Clinton. As those of you who have read my previous blogs may remember, Saturday’s competition was postponed due to the weather. Two out of four days missing the gym was not a trend that I wanted to begin setting for myself. Suffice to say, it didn’t last for long.
On Feb. 14, I was back in the swing of things, and anticipating getting back to my workouts. I hopped onto the upright stationary bike and set out on my “quest.” One mile became 5, which became 10, then 15, and I began to press a bit, but I wanted to top my longest distance to that point. I guess there were a couple of thoughts on this that were running through my mind. I felt as though I needed to do more, as I had missed the previous day, as well as wanting to outdo what I had previously done. I finished up “traveling” 19 ¼ miles in 61 minutes. I felt as though I had accomplished something big. I felt good ... until I got off of the bike.
I guess the best way I can describe it is to say that it felt as though I had ridden on top of a galvanized milk pail on the back of a burro up and down the paths leading through the Grand Canyon. I could hardly walk, and in fact barely made it up the three steps into my house when I got home. I took a few Advil, and pulled a blanket up over my head and fell asleep on the couch in the front room. I’m not sure how much time passed, but my wife and daughter came home (I heard the door open) and didn’t even notice that I was there. I must have really been out.
Wednesday, I met with the dietitian again, and “confessed” my frustration with writing down everything I was eating. I’ve managed to start filling out the logbook, and yes, I must admit that it is a wonderful tool to help me keep track of things. This was confirmed after seeing Patrick filling out his book at the front desk at NOMS.
Patrick led me through a new workout on Wednesday, which incorporated more dumbbells than I had been using. Again, I discovered several new muscles that didn’t hear the alarm clock going off back at the start of January. I did this workout again on Sunday, but managed to get through three reps for each station, rather than two.
On Thursday, I had far and away the most eventful day of the week. The first of our three challenges had been rescheduled for Thursday evening at 6. Living in Sandusky, I knew that it was going to take a bit to get there, so I left the house a few minutes before 5 p.m. It’s a good thing that I did, as I got horribly lost. My GPS continued to take me nowhere near where I needed to be. I stopped, made a couple of phone calls in hopes of finding the exact location of where I needed to be, and didn’t arrive until 6:05. I did leave a message telling the folks in charge that I was very close to heading home after the hour of frustration, and that it was likely that my heart rate was higher during the drive than it would have been during the challenge. Trevor Tieche and Derek Nimrichter (a former student of mine) run Bodi n Balance, so I didn’t really want to abandon my responsibility for the evening. They have a wonderful facility and it was nice to be able to chat with Derek for a bit.
I arrived at the challenge and everyone was ready to go. I had no idea what to expect. Were we going to be there/ for an hour or two? What different exercises did Trevor and Derek have planned for us? I’ll admit, I was tired, frustrated and grumpy after my adventure, and within two minutes I was strapped into a pretty cool looking rowing machine. Derek G. and I were on Carla’s “home turf,” so Trevor had to fill us in on how to use the machine. We did a bit of a warm-up, and following this Trevor told us that we were going to be racing 1,000 meters on the rowing machines. As we started, I noticed my feet continuing to slip out of the supports, and Derek N. spent most of the race trying to keep my feet strapped in. The heels in my size 12s just didn’t quite fit into the cup at the bottom of the bracket.
I’m a pretty competitive person (I think I inherited it from my kids), and after the events that transpired while trying to get there, I honestly think I “grumpied” myself to victory. It was VERY close, and while I was winded, I felt that I could go onto the next event. Little did I know that this was all that we were scheduled to do for the “challenge.” I talked with Derek G. a bit in the parking lot, discussing his wonderful progress, and hopped into the car for the trip home.
It would have been a really quiet night at home, as my family was bowling and/or at Kalahari for the night. As I drove home, I thought to myself, “heck…you’re driving past the NOMS building, you might as well finish your workout.” So I stopped by and filled in my trainer Patrick on the challenge, and knocked out another 10 miles on the bike.
I hopped on the scale Monday, right after I got off of the bike, and found that I am currently down 26.8 pounds from the start. That’s a pretty good start, I think, and I’m getting more and more confident every day that I’m going to ultimately be successful. Someone said to me on Saturday that I looked “great.” I truly appreciate the positive reinforcement, but I’m still trying to figure out how to react to those types of comments. I told them that I didn’t necessarily agree with “great” but I’d be more than willing to accept looking “better.” I truly hope that I didn’t offend them, as it was not my intention at all.
Again, I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for all of your wonderful comments and support. These are the first few weeks of a long journey, but I know with my determination, and your support, I’ll continue to have success. Until next week…….