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  • Race Recap: Spartan Race Citizens Bank Philadelphia 2014

    Race Recap: Spartan Race Citizens Bank Philadelphia 2014

    Spartan Race is like childbirth.

    I was so focused on being prepared and the afterglow of accomplishment, that I’d kind of blocked out how much it really sucks while you’re in the moment. And the day after.

    Just like childbirth. Just like every CrossFit Riverfront class I walk into.

    But that’s good, right? That’s the brain’s way of making sure you want to come back and do it again, in spite of the fear/pain.

    Except….

    This time I also agreed to join a team with some friends from the Riv for the Delaware Mud Run. Like, I didn’t fight it at all.

    That was on a SUNDAY.

    As in the day after Spartan Race Philadelphia at Citizen’s Bank Park, 2014.

    WHAT THE HECK WAS I THINKING?

    Clearly I wasn’t.

    So. This is how it went down.

     

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    Preparation training, or lack thereof:

    No run training other than the running we do as part of our WODs. More idiocy.

    In July I was reliably going to 6 WODs a week. Then I went to the beach for 10 days, then I got completely buried in work for about two weeks. That three-week stretch put me way back— I was shocked really by how much my strength and endurance had been affected.

     

    citizen's bank park spartanKelly and me and Tracy looking totally adorbs 

     

    How it played out:

    Last year I missed 4 obstacles, taking the 30 burpee penalty: monkeybars, rope climb, spear throw, and traverse wall (you can read all about the obstacles, my experience last year and general Spartan tips in my Spartan Race Citizens Bank Park 2013 recap).

    So this year’s goal was just: do less than 120 burpees.

    Jeff made me a practice spear to throw like 2 days before the race; I basically practiced by flashlight the night before. He and the boys got pretty good at spear throwing… I hit the target the first couple of times and got steadily worse after that. I missed, but not by much at all. Result: 30 burpees

    The monkeybars were just as ridiculous as I remembered. The bars are way thick in diameter and far apart. I made it to the 2nd bar, starting swinging to the 3rd, came to the conclusion that there was no way I’d make it to the end and dropped to save my arms & shoulders for the rope climb. Result: 30 burpees.

    Traverse wall (long horizontal rock climbing type wall): I did a LOT better on this than I did last year, but still slid off before the end. Result: 30 burpees.

     

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    I asked for some help with the rope the week before the race— more on that below. Rope climb was higher than I remembered. The landing not as soft as I remembered. The people climbing on either side closer than I remembered. I got maybe halfway up and then couldn’t figure out how to get a grip on the rope with my feet when I was also dealing with the knots tied in it. And then I just got spooked and came back down. Seeing pics afterward, I’m pretty mad at myself about this one. I feel like if I’d had someone barking at me to move my ass, like my coach or my husband, I’d probably have made it. But left alone with the voice in my head saying “30 burpees isn’t such a big deal” and then reopening my rope burn wounds from earlier in the week— I copped out 🙁 Result: 30 burpees.

    So, I still got penalized 120 burpees. But other than the rope business— and make no mistake, I will get up that rope and ring that bell next year— I’m pretty happy with this year’s race.

     

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    Why? Because progress:

    1. At no point did I feel like I was going to die. I didn’t have a moment where I seriously questioned my sanity about paying cash money to torture myself this way. I felt pretty good the whole time, I just couldn’t do what I couldn’t do.
    2. I wasn’t completely spent and broken at the end of the race. I looked shockingly happy, in fact, as you can see in the above photo.
    3. I ran most of it. And most of the running was stairs and seats.
    4. I did better at the rope climb (I couldn’t even get off the ground really last year) and the traverse wall (my grip strength is much improved).
    5. I totally got up and did a 5k trail mud & obstacle run with a smile on my face the next day.
    6. I met some fun new people, found some people from last year’s run, and our friend Tracy joined our team last minute. He killed it and I think has caught the OCR bug now too.

     

    Spartan Sprint Citizens Bank Park

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    We found Andrea, who ran with us last year, in our corral at start time 

     

    The gladiators with their oversized battle Q-tips were gone this time around, as well as the “500m row in 2 minutes” obstacle, which I was VERY bummed out about since that was one thing I knew full well I could do. The heavy jump rope made up for it though; this year we had to put a thick rubber band around our ankles before doing our 30 (40?) jumps. Lots of guys were saying it was tough but I aced that one thanks to my time with the Muscle Rope.

     

     

    The “Herc Hoist” (pulley rope lift) was a big sandbag rather than concrete block, and I struggled with it a bit. It felt heavier and it took me a minute to figure out how to angle the rope and my body to get the most lift.

     

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    More about learning rope climb technique:

    I did take some initiative here and asked one of my coaches to show me how to do the climb the week before the race. He demonstrated the “fast climb” movement from this video that I love but called it “Captain Morgan, pee-pee dance.” Basically, your knee goes high on the outside of the rope (Captain Morgan) and the rope goes on top of your foot, then you use your other foot to wrap the rope around and clamp down (pee-pee dance) to create a step.

    After 10 minutes or so I got the hang of it I suppose, but it was definitely a whole different ballgame at the race. I got hung up on how to navigate past the knots, we don’t have those in the ropes at the box.

    And in the end I just got scared. I need more practice before next year.

     

    Quick rope climbing tips:

    • It’s a good idea to find out how to get down before you go up. Trust me.
    • Start by jumping.
    • Wear high socks and take your time coming back down, unless you’re looking to show off your war wounds.
    • The Nano 4.0s Reebok sent me have “RopePro protection wrap” and yes, I believe they do a lot to help foot grip and save your shoes.
    • I’d advise practicing the coming back down. Even if you don’t have a rope at home or if you have the technique down, go lower yourself down the fireman’s pole off the slide at your local playground to make sure you have those muscles built. My arms KILLED the next day AND the day after that, and I’m pretty sure it was from the lowering motion; using muscles that I don’t normally.

    Now let’s take a moment to admire my Nano 4.0s. They so pretty.

     

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    All right, that’s it. I loved it, I can’t wait for next year, and I resolve to do better.

    Tomorrow I’ll recap the Delaware Mud Run.

    Then I’ll let you know what ridiculous, totally-out-of-our-league nonsense Kelly and I are up to next.

    You’d think we were athletes or something. We just play them on the internet 🙂

     

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  • Next Up, an Urban OCR: the NYC URBANATHLON

    Next Up, an Urban OCR: the NYC URBANATHLON

     

    There’s something so thrilling about signing up for an event that last year you just weren’t ready for.

    In 2012 I (through my job at FitFluential) worked with the Men’s Health team on a Twitter chat promoting their urban obstacle course race series, the Urbanathlon. I thought it sounded like SO MUCH FUN when I was researching for the chat, but was pretty sure I couldn’t handle the 9.5-11 mile distance separating the awesome obstacles. At that time, they offered a relay option for teams of three, but I didn’t know two other people that would run it with me.

    How times have changed! In two years I’ve made lots of friends who’d be willing to trek to NYC and take on the urban playground. And the Urbanathlon now offers a new sprint distance in addition to their classic distance.

    I’m thinking you can guess what happens next.

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    Yep.

    As part of a FitFluential campaign (have I mentioned lately that I love my job?) Kelly and I, in our normal “I’m not really an athlete, I just play one on the internet” fashion are headed to Citi Field on October 25th to hurdle barricades and taxicabs, run lots of stadium stairs and climb over buses in the Men’s Health Urbanathlon. They’re providing me with a comped registration so I was left with no excuses 🙂

    We’re going to nudge our running friends who don’t really OCR and our CrossFit Riverfront boxmates who don’t really run to join us, and you should too! The obstacles look challenging but easily doable (no monkeybars, WOOT WOOT since I still can’t really do them) and the sprint distance is totally manageable.

     

    So here’s the 411 on the Urbanathlon:

    • 3 dates, 3 cities: 10/18 Soldier Field in Chicago, 10/25 Citi Field in NYC, 11/23 AT&T Park in San Francisco
    • Classic distance is 10-12 miles, 14 obstacles; sprint is 3-5 miles, 7 obstacles. NYC is 4.5 miles.
    • Women are welcome! Participants must be ages 18 and up though.
    • Post race festival features DJ sets, food and drink, and tons of swag from sponsors to demo, sample and take home.
    • Save 20% off registration with code FIT.

     

    Urbanathlon discount code

     

     

    Signing up for lots of scary things this October… I have at least 2 more to tell you about. What are you up to?

     

     

  • How to Be Bikini Ready in No Time. Guaranteed.

    How to Be Bikini Ready in No Time. Guaranteed.

    Memorial Day and the unofficial kickoff to summer are four weeks from today. Which means every magazine and online advertising property geared toward women is running some near-hysterics version of OMG ARE YOU READY TO INFLICT YOUR BIKINI CLAD BOD ON AN UNSUSPECTING POPULATION?

    That’s how marketing works. It creates the need in your mind, and then rushes to help you fill it. With juice cleanses, and bootcamps, and slimming panels, and magazine articles.

    Lately, I’ve been seeing more sensible women posting a two-step program to a bikini body. It goes like this:

    Step One. Buy a bikini.

    Step Two. Put it on your body.

    I like and applaud that approach, but it’s still not addressing the real problem, which is: people want to feel unself-conscious in a bathing suit (bikini or no). They want to feel that they will not be judged.

    Here’s the thing.

    Everybody gets judged in a bathing suit.

    You get judged for being too heavy. Too skinny. Too old for the style you’re wearing. For being so lame as to wear whatever the hot style is right now. For not having style, period.

    People will judge if you’re wearing a bathing suit clearly meant to hide as much of your body as possibly. They’ll also judge you if they suspect that you’re actually proud of your body, and accuse you of trying to flaunt it.

    Here’s my one step program to get you bikini ready by Memorial Day:

    Stop caring what other people think. Your body is none of their damn business.

    The truth is, the vast majority of people will not judge. They’re too busy posturing for other people, or playing with their kids, or enjoying the sunshine, or worrying about how they look in their own bathing suits.

    Some will think snide things, sure. But much like how your body is none of their business, the kneejerk reactions that occur in their brains are really none of yours.

    Let it go.

    Very rarely, some jerk might actually go so far as to voice that kneejerk thought out loud. This is a reflection on them and their poor manners, not on you, and here’s what I want it to mean to you. I want you to hear it and think, wow. Your opinion means jack to me. I don’t even know you, dude.

    I want you to laugh delightedly. And I want you to say, THANK YOU, with a slight lilt of surprise, as if they had just complimented a new haircut that you secretly love or a pair of awesome shoes that make you walk the goddess walk.

    Because they have just driven home to you the reminder that your opinion of your body is what matters.

    Then turn and walk away and go on with your life. Let it go.

    Practice it in a mirror. Imagine it in your mind. (Actually getting to use it is like the best feeling ever. I’ve been there.)

    It leaves the ill-mannered buffoon in question confused, feeling as if they’ve said something wrong (which clearly, they have).

    VERY rarely, you’ll get a guy who pulls it together in time and manages to hurl a followup at your back. Throw him a smile over your shoulder, if you feel like it. All he’s done is let everyone else within earshot know what an ass he is and what a poor job his parents did raising him.

    Worrying about how others perceive your personal appearance gives them power over you they do not deserve. That they have not earned.

    (Worrying about your health is a different story. That’s between you and you, and you know it.)

    So go ahead and rock that bathing suit. Or don’t; that’s fine too. Again, the bathing suit is just something we’re marketed; unless you’re planning to go for an epic swim for time, something else would work just as well. Wear a sundress, if you really want. Whatever makes you feel comfortable and good. Whatever won’t get in your way so you can have a good time. Wear it with confidence and a smile, the best accessories a girl can have. (Fun shoes are nice too though.)

    It might take some practice, getting used to the idea that your perception of your own beauty is what matters. Luckily, you’ve got four weeks to get it down pat.

    Don’t measure your worth, your happiness, your attractiveness, your confidence, your self-discipline, your anything by how you look in a two-piece. Seriously, when you stop to think about it, how dumb is that anyway? I feel like I’m taking crazy pills.

    And for god’s sake stop clicking on bikini-ready ab workouts and buying magazines that scream “Lose 10 pounds by Memorial Day.”

    Stop feeding the marketing machine and maybe we won’t have to go through this nonsense next year.

    Maybe, if they never see us worrying about it, our daughters won’t have to go through it at all.

     

    Pool ready