OCR World Championships Training

I’ve stated on here before that I’ll be running in the OCR (Obstacle Course Racing) World Championships in Ontario, Canada in exactly 50 days. Well, I’ve stated I’ll be running it, but not necessarily that it would be in 50 days. In fact, being that this is the first, and only post I’ve done today, had I stated before that I’d be running the OCRWC in 50 days, I’d have been lying and that’s something I’m not all about.

An-y-way… I saw an Instagram post of a guy who will also be competing in the same race, same age division as me, and who didn’t look like he was one of those “elite, all-world” athletes that I know will be there and whom I don’t anticipate seeing beyond the starting line. Anway, this guy I follow looks, in a lot of ways, like I do, which is encouraging since I really don’t know what to expect. What isn’t encouraging is that in the picture, he and a buddy were flashing their medals from some super-beast 13 hour marathon they’d just completed, and in the caption he talked about how he was planning on running 200 km (125 miles) in September and doing 30 burpees every day in preparation for the World Championships.

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OCRWC in Northern Ontario at Blue Mountains

 

I’ve done two races, and I know when my wife reads this, she’ll remind me that this race is more of a learning experience than it is a race I go in to with the expectation of finishing in a certain time or in a certain place. While I agree with her, reading how some guys who look like me are preparing for this kind of race has me thinking it’s time to amp up my training a little bit.

Come with me, won’t you, while I talk through what I think I’ll need to do between now and 50 days from now.

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The good thing I have going for me is I have solid, not great, but pretty good endurance. I’m probably 5-7 pounds heavier than I’d like to be for when race day gets here, but I think if I just amp up my running a bit and be mindful of my diet, it shouldn’t be hard to get down to where I want to be. I just think that over the course of 15 km, I’ll be glad I took off those 5-7 pounds and I think that will allow me to get past some obstacles that might otherwise be more difficult.

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Kelly and I are currently going to Crossfit two or three times per week (I’ve only been once in a week and a half due to travel and a Warrior Dash I ran/prepped for, so I have to make sure I keep up on that between now and, you guessed it, 50 days from now). After running my first Spartan Race, I learned that my biggest weakness was upper body strength and grip strength, so I’m really trying to get stronger leading up to this race.

While I don’t think 125 miles of running is realistic for my lifestyle, especially given my work schedule, some other personal endeavors my wife and I have (Sweat Local Columbus Sweat Sesh!), and my training schedule for Crossfit, not to mention a week-long trip we have planned to Ireland at the beginning of the month, I do think that I can set a goal of 75 miles and try to hit that between Sept. 1 and Sept. 30. I’ll try to keep myself accountable by posting weekly updates on this blog with how far I’ve gone and what all I have left to run.

Hopefully these last 50 days will get me ready for one of the most exciting races I’ll probably ever get to do. I’m the kind of person that trains best when there is an end goal in sight and I’m not just running or working out to “lose weight” or “build muscle.”  I’m both excited and nervous for the race, but I’m confident that if I can keep some positive momentum heading into the race, I’ll be fine.

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Cheers to the next 50 days!

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Things I’m Liking Lately – May 2016 Edition

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I’ll admit it from the jump: I’m stealing this idea from my wife who wrote a piece a few months back about the things she’s loving right now. Whatever, it was a good idea and now I want to do it. For legal reasons, I’ll title mine “Things I’m Liking Lately” and not “Things I’m Loving Lately” (you never know, she might sue me if we get into a fight later…).

Anyway, this is all about the things I’m into and passionate about at the moment. A lot of these are summer things I have coming up, and others are longer-arcing projects that excite me.

I should also say that these things aren’t in any order.

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Sweat Local Columbus

This began as something my wife started as a “wouldn’t it be great if…” and has turned into a pretty big deal. We pretty much laughed at the kiddy-pool idea of starting small, and created an event that will feature a 5k (complete with a police-patrolled route, timing chips, sponsored finish line banner..the works) and an expo that will feature many of Columbus’ local boutique gyms and restaurants. The event is really too big to describe in this blog post, but you should definitely check out the website and come if you’re in town (July 30, 2016). We’ve already received a ton of support from businesses and are excited to put on this event. #SweatLocalCbus

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Obstacle Course Races

So I have this tendency to fall in love with something then go all out for whatever that thing happens to be. My current obsession is Obstacle Course Races (though I’ve only competed in one race). Still, I am looking up every different race that involves mud and a wall, and I’m trying to find ways to justify driving to North Carolina for a race with my wife (Ashville is only 3 hours further south, and it would ONLY be a 12 hour drive home!).

I’m not going to spend more time on this one because I feel like I’ve driven this one into the ground with Facebook pictures, Twitter updates, and two blog posts on here dedicated to my Spartan Race. Long story short — I’m now following just about every OCR account on Twitter and have worn out the Google machine as far as “top ten races” are concerned.

Fun stuff!

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Writing

Kind of an odd thing looking at “writing,” but I’m kind of getting excited about writing again. I recently joined a site called “ClearVoice” and they basically allow you to upload some writing samples you’ve done in the past and set a $/word amount for any potential assignments. They then email you opportunities and if you want to do it and the company wants you to do it, you have an assignment.

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Anyway, it’s fun to be writing again. I still enjoy writing these posts and Sports Monte posts, but sometimes getting real life assignments about things you have to research and learn a thing or two about is fun.

I did get an “opportunity” to write a blog post about “why polyamory isn’t cheating.” I was considering it until my wife steered me clear. I guess after a certain age, the “I’ll write anything for money” mindset has to wear off. Thanks, babe, for saving me from that one!

Style

I’m notorious for “shopping” online, but never making it past putting things in carts. I probably have expired items in so many digital carts. But recently, I had a look I wanted to pull off for a wedding that’s coming up in two weeks. It’s a navy suit with a Kelly green knit silk tie and some kind of a pale blue, minimal-print shirt underneath. I’ll also have the obvious cognac shoes-belt combo working.

I’m also keeping an eye on some other sites like Gustin and JackThreads. I like the idea of stepping my jeans-game up. I’ve gotten away from the Express and American Eagle jeans phase and am currently in a Levis-from-the-department-store phase. I like these jeans, but I’m intrigued by a really quality pair of denim. Haven’t pulled the trigger on the jeans, yet, but I did make the plunge on a Navy suit!

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Travel

2016 is still the #YearofTravel, and I am still really excited about Ireland and the on-again, off-again Vegas vacation in August that is currently a full-go! (We have our plane tickets now so I feel confident). We’re Vegasing to help out my in-laws (Hi, Jim and Kathy!) at a PGA show. So, while I still plan to have plenty of fun this trip, it is a business trip and I think Kelly and I are going to have to keep a young, upstart putter maker in check and make sure he doesn’t get lost in the lights (he’s 26ish, will be going to Vegas for the first time, and kind of has that frat-mentality from having met him just the once).

Of course, the headliner for 2016: The #YearofTravel is Ireland and, again, I’ve written about that enough on this page. If you want to know more about that, check out that article. I think those two trips might be all we can handle, but if a weekend adventure, wedding, or some other opportunity presents itself, I might be hard pressed to say no. Because aside from it being 2016: The #YearofTravel, it’s also 2016: The #YearofYes, so I’m trying to say yes to as many things as I can and see what kind of year it was when I look back at it from 2017.

Anyway, those are the things I’m liking at the moment. If you think there is something I’m missing out on, please comment and I will see if it’s something I might add to my list of likes!

 

 

I Survived my First Spartan Race

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So my first obstacle race is in the books. I am now allowed to officially use terms like “OCR,” “AROO,” “fellow Spartans” and a few other phrases I probably shouldn’t say online for fear of the Spartan Mafia will come after you and I with their shields and spears and we’ll end up in some never-ending pit (or whatever it is they would do with bodies). Point is, I accomplished my fitness goal for this year and it feels great!

I always get really nervous before any event (5K, 1/2 marathon, and now, Spartan Race). I think all of the excitement of the day just makes my stomach uneasy. We left our house around 6:00 a.m. and headed out to the Wilds where the event was taking place. For those who aren’t familiar, the Wilds is (general terms) a private zoo that has African animals people can come out to see. While the race was held in a different area, I’ve committed to the story that I saw three lions, two giraffes, a few volunteers battling a giant gorilla, and I was chased by a rhino for most of the middle of the race.

Check out this hard-to-stomach shot of that scene.

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It’s a good thing I’m so fast.

When Kelly and I got there, we parked and had to walk up a hill to get to the main entrance area. From our car, we could see the tops of some of the obstacles, but nothing was very clear. Once we got through registration, we walked over to what appeared to be a spectator-friendly area that let you watch one of the obstacles up close. Just about as soon as we get up to it (kind of a monkey-bars on steroids obstacle), a dude who looked like his chest and biceps weighed about 90 pounds alone was holding his arm and talking to someone in the crowd. While we couldn’t hear everything, the long and short of it was that his arm bone was basically broken and poking into his bicep…this guy who was probably 6’2, 375 threw in the towel because this race made his arm bone break and puncture his bicep…

“OK, babe! Let’s do this! Nothing to worry about with me!”

She handled that whole thing better than I thought she would have. Anyway, we wandered around a bit until is was about my time to start. The racers go off in waves of about 100 people every 15 minutes to prevent too much build up at any one obstacle. There was about a five-foot wall you had to scale in order to get into the starting corral. I was surprised to see a few people struggle (I mean, if you are going to struggle getting over this, good luck with the real obstacles, right?). But I guess the spirit of the Spartan Race is to help everyone and to this point, I haven’t heard of anyone lost on the course. And if they are, well hopefully they find their way back before they let the lions back out.

The race began and I worked my way up toward the front of my heat. We hit a few obstacles (high wood posts we had to get over, a series of three over-under-through walls, etc.). There was more running at the beginning, which is my strength, so I was leading my heat going into the first of three obstacles I would fail at and have to do burpees (you have to do 30 burpees for every obstacle you can’t complete and generally lose a lot of ground to other racers while you’re cursing under your breath… #buckfurpees). The obstacle was another monkey bar obstacle and I recognize that my weakness in this type of race is grip strength… I probably need to join a crossfit gym if I want to improve, but save that for another day.

The weather was perfect for the race, but it had rained a bit the day before and so the ground was muddier than I would have preferred. I know on some obstacles they water to force you to get muddy and lose traction and grip, but it was wet and muddy for most of the course in a lot of the straightaway portions between obstacles. I’m not complaining. I ran a trail race in January during a soggy snowstorm, and yesterday was 1000x better than that was. At least it was warm and I was in a t-shirt!

So anyway, do my burpees, and I am starting to make up ground on some people when we get to one of the obstacles right in front of where all the spectators stand and where I knew I’d see Kelly. This one was an angled wall with little 2×4 blocks you had to traverse. Basically, they wanted you to pancake against this wall and make your way to the end and ring a bell. I made it about two blocks, but the 2×4’s were so muddy I slipped and fell. See yourself to the burpee area. After that, you are immediately at the next obstacle which is where we saw homeboy with the muscle-bone situation going on. Despite my burpees, I was faring better than he was to this point in the race. But still, got up to the monkey bars on steroids obstacle (MBOS obstacle), got about 1/4 the way through, and fell.

As you can imagine, the thought of more burpees wasn’t exactly super high on my to-do list, so I thought, “screw this, I am going back and doing this obstacle again!” Well, I fell sooner than I had the first time and hid my face and ran over to the next burpee station. Glad Kelly got to see me at my best, right?

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Luckily for me, that was the end of what I’d consider the “grip strength” portion of the race. Unluckily for me, the next obstacle totally submerged the racers in muddy malaria water and then had us go through two 50-yard barbed wire crawls. So before my feet and hands were a little muddy, and now I looked like I just lost a fight with a porta-potty.

Got through that, did a little more running (and to this point, I was pretty thankful that my legs were still feeling good as the burpees have a way of knocking you down a few pegs in terms of muscle fatigue), and came up on one of the two obstacles I really wanted to get right…the spear throw.

So there were about eight targets and maybe five of them were empty. I took a minute to drop my heart rate so I’d give myself the best chance to hit it (and the best chance not to do any more burpees in the immediate future). As I was walking up, a guy to my left was making his attempt. He threw the spear and it kind of brushed off the side of the hay bale. The idea is, the spear has to stick in or else you didn’t “complete” the obstacle. So I hear this guy kind of debating with his buddy whether or not it counted with his buddy.

“Does that count?”

“I don’t know. You’re not in the competitive division, right?”

“No.”

“F*ck it. I’d say you’re good!”

The guy who threw it apparently felt that was sound enough logic and took off. Whatever, It’s my first Spartan Race and I’m not going to play playground tattle tail, not did I really even care. I was focused on sticking the spear.

It was so perfect. If it were darts, it may have well been a bullseye. I threw that thing cleanly, had a perfect pace and little arc, and it stuck straight in the center. I can’t even explain to you how perfect it was. The spear was pointing right back at me from it’s perch in the hay, as if it were giving me the “you da man” point. As I was rounding the corner, half-glancing at the poor souls doing burpees, the volunteer gave me a “nice throw man,” and said that I was in the ten percent of people who actually got the spear to stick. It definitely felt good and gave me a little extra confidence and energy as I made my way to one of the most challenging parts of the course.

That being….the hills portion.

—INTERLUDE—

I understand that this is a long winded recap of a Spartan Race. If you’ve made it this far, hopefully you enjoy my writing and getting an inside look at how my mind was working during the race. I completely understand if you’re getting bored, are worried your boss might be wandering why you’re doing more scrolling than typing, and just want to wrap things up. If so, scroll to the bottom and see my conclusion for any meaningful dialog.

Otherwise, enjoy Act 2…

So the hills portion. I told it it had rained the day before, so these hills were already pretty wet. But you pretty much climbed up the side of a hill that was at least, google-searching a protractor to get a good angle estimate, 60-70 degrees of incline. You’re basically on your hands and knees and trying to find some tree limbs, roots, basically whatever you can grab on to to pull yourself up. Some areas weren’t as steep as others, but it was equally difficult going up the hills as it was going down. We did this for a good mile or so. Basically every time you thought it might be the last one, you’d see another incline. And at the bottom, you usually had to wade through waist-deep water so your traction was always bad.

While the hills were pretty difficult, the obstacles (mostly high wood walls [9′ high] and net walls) were pretty spaced out and this leg was all about endurance and not upper body strength. This played to my strengths as a racer and I was able to make up a lot of time and pass a lot of people. I was surprised at how well I was able to get over the high walls. There was one in particular that was at the top of a long, more gradual than the norm by this point, hill. As I was getting to the top, this older guy was running up to the wall and jumping into it, trying to get some footing that would allow him to reach the top of the wall with some momentum. Another guy (who will come back into the story later) asked the volunteer if he could use a couple of wood steps on the left side of the wall since he was “in the open heat and not the elite heat (Elite Heat also the name of my Latin pop band).”

Volunteer shrugged; guy took that as “yea no problem.”

I wanted to do it right, so I asked the guy what the best strategy was to get over the wall. He said, “the best way I’ve seen is to just get up close, jump up and grab the top, and chicken-wing your way over.” I loved this explanation and it’s exactly what I did. At this point, I was tired, but my arms and strength was still there since we hadn’t used much upper body since those damn MBOS’. Anyway, first try, chicken-winged over, and I’m off again.

There were a few more hills, trudges through water, a net wall with a hard metal wire strung at the top that almost castrated me when the guy behind me jumped on the wall and I scissor-teetered up there for a second. Wasn’t happy about that one, but pain is part of the game I guess. Few more runs through mud and high water mud pools. I passed a lot of people during this stretch of mostly flat, mostly open runs. The two obstacles that broke up these long runs were the bucket carry and the sandbag carry (I don’t remember which one came first, but they were pretty similar). The bucket carry was on a flatter, BMX dirt track series of up-and-downs. In total, it was only about 50 yards of carry, so no big  deal (I actually jogged a lot of it, which I never saw anyone do on the Spartan Race programs on NBC Sports). The sandbag was more down-a-hill, up-a-hill. On the way up, I caught up to someone who had the sandbag resting on top of his head like an Indian woman getting water from the stream. As I was catching up to him, a course photographer said he looked like he was wearing a sombrero, which made me laugh and I’m hoping to get a good candid shot of me laughing as I’m hoisting 40 pounds of sand up a hill.

Another wall or two, and a few more long straight aways later, I’m coming up on what I am hoping is the end of the race.

–SIDE NOTE– I was led to believe this was going to be a 3-ish mile race. I think mentally, I was looking for the finish line from about mile three until mile five. Luckily, I race well at the end of races so I never lost any steam, even if I was a little miffed that there was still a lot of race left.

On one of the last straightaways, I see a guy ahead of me I recognized from my starting heat. I’m the competitive type where I immediately put a target on his back and made sure I was going to beat him no matter what. As I was passing him (he was a bigger guy, had me on strength but wouldn’t be able to keep up with me on running and speed obstacles), he said to me, “hey when did you start?”

“8:30,” I said as I passed him without giving the answer much thought. A few seconds pass, and I am making some distance between us, and I hear “me too. How old are you?”

Come on, man. I don’t know if this is some mind game or what, but I’m having a good time… I mean, I nailed that spear throw so the rest was gravy, right?

“Thirty,” I yelled back.

“Good job, man!”

Fine. I mean, it made me feel good. I remember hearing him say at the beginning of the race that he had done the longer race the day before, so I can only assume he did this sort of thing a lot and, even if he was tired from that day before, it felt good to pass someone I already decided was a vet Spartan Racer.

I didn’t think about him again. I broke out of the woods and looked up the hill that had a few more obstacles, but the finish line in the deep background. I was almost done.

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The first obstacle was like a giant triangle. You had to jump into muddy water (again) to get your grip and traction slick, then pull yourself up a rope to the top. A lot of people were having trouble with this, but I went slow and kept my balance. Once I got to the apex of the structure, I slipped a little, but managed to grab the top of the pyramid and pull myself over. Down the other side and I was off to the next one.

“The next one” was the second obstacle I really wanted to do right… the rope climb. It’s basically what the cool kids got to do in gym class when they were young, but I never got to try. Kelly and I took a crossfit class one time that had a rope in the gym, and I didn’t have the courage to ask if I could just give it a run once class had ended. Before the Spartan Race, I watched some Youtube videos on rope climbing strategy. I saw the Marine style and the J-Hook strategy. I felt like, although I never tried to do any of these climbs, I was ready to do so.

I should also mention that this was the point where Kelly found me. I saw her before I went to the rope climb, and she got some good snaps of the whole thing. I jump up, grab on, and start to juggle the rope in between my feet.

Looking back, it shouldn’t surprise me that everything I watched online didn’t work in the slightest bit. I hung there for a few seconds trying to get it, but it just wasn’t happening. “OK,” I thought, “just get up there and ring that bell.”

I started pulling myself up, and to my surprise (especially given my failures on the strength and grip obstacles earlier in the race), I was actually moving up the rope. It was as hard as anything else I’d done that day, but I managed my way near the top of the rope. The problem was, I needed both hands to hold on to the rope, and to take a hand off and reach up to the bell might be an issue. I made an attempt at it, and in the same vein as a batter getting hit in the jersey by a pitch, I brushed the bell with my finger tip. I looked down at the volunteers.

“Did you see it? I hit the bell!”

Nothing…just blank stares.

“He hit it,” I heard Kelly yelling.

Still, nothing from the volunteers. Not even a “nope.” At least give me a “nope.”

I look back up, and pull myself a half pull up again toward the bell. By this point, my hands are hurting and I am low on gas. For the first time this whole race, I heard more people than just my wife rooting for me to do it. I was hanging there trying to figure out when the right moment was to make my last attempt at ringing the bell.

I pulled myself up hard and reached for the bell. Keep in mind, I was probably 20 feet off the ground. Still, I hit the bell just hard enough to have it make a faint ring and I slid-fell down the rope and landed in the hay. Luckily, no injuries (my biggest fear was a sprained ankle during this race). Two more obstacles and we’re home.

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There was another big triangle obstacle that was a shorter wall I had to chicken-wing onto, then make my way over what was essentially a wood plank ladder. Once I got up on the wall, it was more about not slipping and it was pretty easy to get past. The last obstacle (before the trademark fire jump) was a sand bag hoist (basically, a rope and pully system with a sand bag tied to the long end of a rope). I had about 20 feet of hoist and I was home free. I locked my feet into the gate and gave it everything I had. The bag moved about three feet off the ground and I was stuck.

“I’ll help you, you help me?” I heard from over my shoulder. My first thought was this was some volunteer who was taking pity on me this close to the end. In reality, it was that guy who I passed that wanted to know my starting time and age. Despite the fact that he was my target earlier in the race, not an ounce of me had any doubt that I needed the help and I gladly accepted. We both pulled on the rope (him 90%, me 10%) until it got to the top.

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“You’ll help me?” he confirmed. “Absolutely,” I said. He stayed on the ground and I grabbed the rope above him. We (again, 90/10) pulled the bag up until it reached the top and we both made our way toward the fire. He ran ahead of me, and I wasn’t even chasing him at this point. I saw the end goal and I was looking around for Kelly (who told me she was Spartan’ing her way through the crowd to try to get to the finish line for a photo-op) but couldn’t see her. I jumped the fire and probably made some stupid “hey guy” wink-snap-point thing everybody does when they don’t know what to do, and made it across the finish line.

I had done it. I finished my first Spartan Race.

A few volunteers handed me some bananas, protein bars, a medal (that is really cool), and maybe a water. I found Kelly and had just about enough energy to talk about the #BuckFurpees she saw me do and maybe my spear throw (it was epic, I’m telling you).

Now that I’ve had two days to digest everything (and recover from just general #bodysore), I can reflect on the things I did well, the things I didn’t, and how I feel about my future as a Spartan Racer. In terms of the race itself, I absolutely loved it. I got dirty, got to play on giant jungle gyms, and got to act like a kid again for an hour an a half. I would say it was the most fun I have ever had in any race. I do think the feeling I had after completing a marathon was more fulfilling since it had been a bucket list thing for me, but I would do 1000 Spartan Races before I ever do another marathon.

I also know what I need to work on before next Spartan Race. While my endurance was fine and my leg strength was great, my upper body strength needs some work, and my grip strength is completely lacking. The three obstacles I failed on were two MBOS’ and one slippery agility wall that most people were failing at so NBD. I also probably would have failed on the sand bag hoist if not for my Spartan foe-turned-teammate at the end.

The Spartan Race was every bit as fulfilling and exciting as I’d hoped it would be. I love that I can compete at a sport like this and compare myself to other athletes. I love that I got to do something I’d never done before and I love that I was pretty good at it. I will be back next year and I will complete the two longer “Super” and “Beast” distances to complete the trifecta.

If there is anyone who is thinking about training and competing in a Spartan Race, I say do it. Make sure you sign up well ahead of time to get the earliest possible starting time so you aren’t log-jammed at obstacles, and make sure your strength and endurance are up to par. Or, make sure you get really comfortable doing burpees.

Next year, I plan on not having to do any burpees and improve on my finish!

Spartan Results

 

Spartan Race Week

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Every year I try to do at least one “fitness-competition” type of activity. This year, I’ve had a growing fascination with obstacle course racing, so I signed up for a Spartan Race last year and began mentally and physically preparing.

The Spartan Race embraces the idea of the Spartan warrior, and the obstacles are meant to signify the struggles Spartans faced back in the day. We will honor the way Spartans fought lions and dueled to the death by jumping into muddy pools of water, climbing rope walls, and carrying really heavy buckets of rocks up and down some hills.

Joking aside, I am really excited about this race. There really isn’t any way to simulate what challenges I’ll face on Sunday, but I’ve prepared by running a trail race, and going out with my garden brick and throwing it around a field for an hour or so (true story). I’ve also been trying to add some strength elements to my runs. When I’m feeling ambitious, I will hit up some playgrounds and do some pull ups, box jumps, pushups and whatever other things I can think up on the spot to train my body.

Oh, and burpees.

I’ll do burpees on my runs, but also always do them when I do my basement workouts. For those of you lucky enough not to know, a burpee is where you jump with your hands above your head, land, immediately drop into a squaty pushup position, do a pushup (optional, but encouraged), hop back into a squat position, then stand (or go right into another jump). It was probably designed by the Gestapo circa 1943 and is about as fun as a chemical burn. Anyway, when I was researching how best to prepare for a Spartan Race, they said do a lot of burpees.

So…

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Anyway, this post isn’t about burpees. The race is this Sunday and I feel like I am as ready as I can be (that is, for someone who hasn’t built an obstacle course in their back yard). I’m also really excited to see the pictures before/during/after. I guess everyone gets scraped up a little during these races, so if I can come back with a sweet scar and a story to tell, I wouldn’t be upset. I just don’t want to sprain an ankle or anything like that.

I’m always excited to try new things like this, and hope that I’ll enjoy this race enough to do another one or two in the future. Not quite sure what my 2017 fitness event will be, but I’m hoping it will be hard to top this year’s Spartan Race.

WISH ME LUCK!

 

Sweat Local Columbus

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Last year, my wife and I decided that 2015 was the year of concerts (sorry to those of you who read this blog regularly and have heard this before, but I promise I’ll move on to the point soon). So, as 2015 was winding down, we decided to dedicate 2016 to travel (and also the year of yes for me personally). We had planned a trip to Grand Cayman with Kelly’s family in March, and we have our biggest trip as a couple planned to Ireland in September. We also have a weekend in Nashville planned, and I am sure one or two other little weekend-trips will pop up as the year wears on.

But 2016 is kind of morphing into something else for us. It’s kind of turning into the year of Sweat Local Columbus.

For those of you who don’t know, my wife and I live in Columbus and are very active in the fitness community. Aside from being a spinning instructor, my wife attends yoga classes, strength and cardio classes, and just about any other class that will get her to break a sweat. I go to a lot of those same classes, but also run in just about any race that sounds like fun, and I’m also training for my first Spartan Race (next month!). I can also do a flip aided by the pull-up bar that hangs in the door frame over one of our guest rooms. Just saying… impressive stuff.

Being that we do just about as much as we can do fitness-wise around Columbus, my wife had the idea of Sweat Local Columbus — a 5k and fitness expo that aims to bring all of the boutique studios and gyms around Columbus together and put their brands and message in front of the people who consume “fitness” in our city. I remember when my wife came home with one of those ideas that start out as a “hear me out,” and turn into a “it’s really happening” in the matter of a few days. We’ve sunk a few big dollar deposits down on event space and race coordination, so, we’re kind of past the point of no return…it’s REALLY happening.

It’s exciting to see something like this come together. My wife has for sure had the heavier hand in getting SLC off the ground and running. We’ve both been pushing the event like crazy to all of the small, locally-owned gyms and studios around the city. A lot of the feedback has been positive and we’ve already secured some really great sponsors and vendors to help support.

So while we aren’t giving up on the year of travel (still looking forward to Nashville, Ireland, and wherever else we end up this year), I’m equally as excited about Sweat Local Columbus and what this might mean for us moving forward. Now the only thing we are going to have to worry about is how to top it in 2017, the year of…?

Writing Prompt #09: Safe Spaces

So I’ve been bad about keeping up with my D2S Writing Prompts, so I made a point to get back on board this week with the following piece about defining your safe space and describing what it means to you. ENJOY!

I think a lot of people think of a safe space as their own little quiet corner of the world, but for me, my safe space is anything but quiet. When I need to think — really be alone with my thoughts — I put my headphones in and get outside to run.

We all have our routines, whether it’s work or family or our schedules. Those things are fine, but to be able to think about things creatively, we have to do things a bit off-kilter. For me, I need to run. I start out by finding a good station on Spotify. I will usually lock in to the music for the first part of the run just to ease comfortably into my space.

After a few miles when I start to get tired, that’s when I do my best thinking. I start to forget about the music and my heavy breathing, and I can just put my legs on autopilot and coast. I think about things I want to write about or ways to handle certain problems I might have at the time. I’ll think about my plans for the weekend or which PGA player will win the tournament this weekend. I’ll replay hands from poker games I played years ago and try to figure out what I could have done differently or how I might do that again the next time I play. I think this time more so than any other is like a hard reset for my brain. I purge out every thought I’ve had over the past few days and and just able to exist in the moment.

I can honestly say that I am at my best when I run. I’m not the fastest runner, nor do I have dreams of bigger races or PR’s. I run because it allows me to be myself. I run because it allows me to feel free, and freedom is the safest place in the world to me.

Lunch Wars

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I don’t hide the fact that I am a vegetarian. I don’t carry a “Meat is Murder” sign with me everywhere I go either, but that’s neither here nor there. But I do consider myself relatively informed on nutrition. Anyone who decides to adopt a specific diet SHOULD understand what they need to do in order to lead a healthy life.

Every so often, people want to discuss my being a vegetarian and comment on how they could NEVER do it because of X, Y and Z.

“I like meat too much.”

“I can’t get full otherwise.”

“Does chicken count?”

“Bacon.”

I get it. Being a vegetarian isn’t for everyone. But today at lunch, a coworker of mine threw a curveball at me I hadn’t heard before, and I kind of laughed when I heard it.

“I couldn’t be a vegetarian because your food options are so limited and I like food too much.”

Let’s nevermind the fact that this coworker literally eats a turkey sandwich sandwich-841507-m 4 out of 5 days each week, with the same granola bar and processed fruit cup day after day.

What I choose not to eat vs. what I choose to eat is such a teeny tiny piece of the food spectrum. If I choose not to eat candy, soda, or Coco Puffs, does that make my food options THAT much more limited? I mean, sure I could have pizza, but I couldn’t have a Mountain Dew to go along with it. So limiting…

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The point is, when you start to take certain foods out of your diet, you get more creative with the other things you do choose to eat. Just because I can’t eat beef, doesn’t mean I can’t have just above every thing you can make WITH beef. Hell, even hamburgers have 5 or 6 variations of meatless varieties. I could argue I have more things to eat than non-vegetarians who are afraid to try something that isn’t meat.

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So this is my stance: I won’t preach about why I eat what I eat if you don’t try to challenge me on why I’m doing it. If you want to have a conversation, I’m open to it. If you want to tell me that I’m not getting enough protein or that humans have been eating animals for a zillion years and we need it to be healthy, I can point you towards a lot of studies that suggest otherwise.

And for God’s sake, if you’re going to have a turkey sandwich every day, don’t tell me how restricting my diet is to you.