Does running late count as exercise?

Well this is a shameful post, which is why I think I just kept delaying.

Make no mistake… I love sharing my story and it’s a mere coincidence that the last month has been easily the hardest month since starting… but I honestly couldn’t keep up with work, boxing, life and blogging so something had to give.  Sorry WordPress.

Where do I start?

How about with this…

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I had told myself that I would aggressively work my butt off to get to Blue and then would take a breather once I’m at blue to just get much better at technique and overall stamina.  The test though, yikes, that was fun.  The endurance part, not going to lie… killed it.  I was on point with my eating habits, downed a few Shock Blocks, my rounds on the heavy bag were just insanely strong.  The fun part to come was the technical.

Now I’d never tested with Coach Dan before but we did a private class beforehand so I could make sure I understood what was on the test, understand Dan’s style, etc. I jump in the ring to do the technical part of the test and half way through I completely blank.  So unlike me, I had been practicing for weeks, months even.  What threw me was after the defense portion of the test, Dan let me know I had used my 2 of my demerits (out of 3) and I still had 2 more modules of the test to go.  Sheer panic.  I think he could tell because I had gone from beet face to ghost 🙂  I got my head on straight, of course channeled my inner Manny, and made it through the technical.  One more portion of endurance left.  Lucky for me, Jack showed up.

Now Jack… this young steed:

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He’s likely the reason that I was able to keep my spirits up for the last 20 minutes of the test which included arm calisthenics, 6 rounds of abs, and plank.  Now let me rephrase, he legit did the 2 minute final plank with me to keep me going.  Who does that?  Friends you make at a boxing club do.  2 minute plank sound easy to you?  Try it after 43 minutes of testing.

End result?

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Happily a member of blue.

So that puts me at February 5th.  And if you remember I said I’ve had the hardest month in boxing yet… but it all sounds like sunshine and rainbows!  White, passed. Yellow, passed.  Green, passed.  Blue, passed.  How tough could my journey be?

You see the problem with my approach at boxing, and at life in general, is that when I achieve a status, I literally feel myself go to the bottom of the next step.  No matter how much I’ve learned, no matter how far I come, when I get into a new world (in this case blue), I literally become blue….kinda like…

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I only had about 10 days of classes before I took a vacation and then business trips which meant about 10 days of exercise before 3 weeks of travel.. which then meant 10 days of stamina before 6 weeks of depressing inability to even walk up a flight of stairs without gassing myself.

Do you know how hard it is to find meaning in 10 days when you start back at zero and then have to lose everything physically you’ve been working toward for 4 months?

My two boxing buds are the only reason I kept up in those 10 days… Kiersten making sure I smiled daily, and Jack making sure that we held each other accountable to going to the club. Now one extra thing to note is that when we go to the club, we’re not there for the 1 hour class.  An hour before, sometimes more, and 30-60 mins after as well.  We were often spending 2.5 hours a day, 5x a week.  It’s impossible to keep that up alone… thus why the boxing buddy system has been implemented 🙂

The week leading up to my vacation was full of excitement… Jack and I basically getting me ready for sparring which to me seemed like the impossible because it’s the closest thing to fighting I was going to get before actually having a fight.

The first thing needed before jumping into the sparring ring was new gear… so just call me the sexy viking:

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But hey, the new sparring gloves weren’t bad…..

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And yes mom… that’s a mouthguard to protect these pretty teeth.

Now the sparring.  My first time.  I pulled the trigger after Steve and I got back from Mexico.  And let me say taking a vacation has never felt so well earned.  Make no mistake it was tough to come back to reality but I had such a neat task in front of me.

The class I took the night I sparred was actually with the team.  They combined the classes that night, I think one of the coaches was out sick.  I remember looking at Jack, Jack looked at me as if… this class if going to be tougher than normal.  It was the hardest class, especially cardio-wise that I’ve taken to date. And after this, I was going to spar for the first time?  Ya, OK. I finished the class, nervously put on my sparring gear, literally shaking and forgetting how to do up a simple buckle on my head gear.

There were 3 women that would be with me, we would all interchange partners in different rounds.

Now… rules are a bit different… given that I probably looked like a scared deer stepping in… the girls on the team throw slowly, and straight punches only.  Me, just don’t shit my pants.  Sounds about even, right?

Now I slightly joke… but that’s the lay of the land for my first time.  And you know what?  After I was able to relax, I didn’t do too bad… I have a copy of the video but it’s super bad quality 😦  Sorry…  Check out this Video

I can tell I was overly tense because I was sore for the first time in months… aka when I was hit, my muscles were so tense they didn’t absorb it like normal so I was sore.  No biggie.  The more I practice, the more I’ll relax. I think doing another 30 minutes of class after sparring didn’t help 😉  We’ll call that adrenaline.

Again you’re asking… everything is coming up Shan, so what’s so tough?

After that session, keep in mind I had only at this point had 7 Blue classes, I sat and asked myself… what am I doing?

What is the point of pouring my time into this goal?

Do people at the club think I’m a joke for taking on this goal in a quick manner?  Like I’m not respecting the sport?

What is the point of wasting the club’s time?  The coaches’ time?  Think of all the other people that go to the club that could actually be long-term contributors to the club’s name and brand.

What is the point of wasting Kiersten’s time?  Of Jack’s? Of Steve’s?

How selfish could I be?

For the first time since I started, I sat on my couch and thought about quitting.  Even as I type this I actually have tears trying to break their way through and I still can’t tell if it’s because I went through a tough time or because I’m ashamed that I almost quit something for once in my life.

Now after all of my work and personal trips, I’m struggling to find the strength to get my endurance back up to a level that can make me breath through a single 2 minute round.  Being able to physically take on a fight seems years away.

This is what riddles me. 

I’m not sure I’m through this rough patch… especially after I did my second round of sparring this week which to be honest was simply awful.

I guess this is what they meant by boxing being a mental sport.  Kiersten sent me this article the other week and it couldn’t have meant more… take a read if you have a chance:  Boxing Article

For the next 2 weeks… I will literally just take it one day at a time. As cheesy as that sounds.

And don’t worry, I’ll be better about posting going forward… that way it’s not a daunting long post of my sadness 🙂

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The Unicorn Dress

Today marks my half way mark to being eligible for Green!  The sad part about today, or specifically about this week, is that I’ve fallen 2 classes behind having enough eligible classes before testing day (roughly November 24). It doesn’t mean I can’t do another private testing but I was hoping to try a group test.

Why did I miss those 2 classes?  My stupid knee.

In my last post I talked a little bit about my knee traction problem.Basically instead of the knee cap going up and down during basic things like walking, lunging, etc, it goes diagonally.  My last trip to chiro included a technique called Graston where she takes a a metal tool that looks like a blunt knife and scrapes scar tissue away through the skin.  I didn’t take a video at my appointment because I was either in tears or sweating too hard to think of it, but if you jump to 2:30 in this video it’ll give you a good idea of what I had done:   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGeM-DuDmo4

After, she tapes me up which helps force the kneecap to go in the right direction:

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And then I took a trip to do some infrared sessions which gets the the blood flowing so that good tissue can rebuild faster:

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It looks very Frankenstein, I know.  But it really gets things flowing.

Out of my usual 4 classes a week, I only attended 2.  My Saturday morning class was after having 4 days of rest (1 chiro session and 2 infrared) and I took it pretty slow.  No squats, no rock climbers, no lunges, nothing.  But all the partner and bag work made me realize how much I use that knee!!  Stupid knee.  After getting home, I popped a few Aleve, had a bubbly (don’t worry I’m not including that photo!) and will wait until Monday to do another follow up class.  This also means I have to be extra careful so I can somehow squeeze in 2 classes into my regular schedule of 4/week  before November 24th.

But what was I actually going to talk about today?

I call this, the unicorn dress.

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Steve hates this dress… and I’ll tell you why.

I bought it several years ago as a “stretch” dress… as in, I need to lose that last few inches in order for it to look perfect on me.  Well guess what, I never lost those… and I may or may not have gained a couple more 😉

Steve hates this dress because every few weeks I try and put it on and angrily stomp around the house because it doesn’t fit right.  It zips up… but I also happen to look about 6 months pregnant in it. Stupid dress.  Usually by the end, he has to slide it off me like a banana peel and we’re both grunting and sweating from the ordeal.

I’m a clothing hoarder.. especially with pants.  They say you should toss out pants yearly that don’t fit because they go out of style anyways… but nope, I’m sitting on this pile since about 2008:

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I even have a pair of size 4 jeans in there.  Ya, I wore them after I got out of the hospital from a kidney infection.  I wore them once.  Then I got better.

I know we are all guilty of having things like these in our closets.  I’m willing to part with some of it, but that dress, I’m giving it one more shot.

And here’s the plan.

I’m a shitty eater.  I’m not necessarily talking eating pizzas all the time but more like… eat well for 4 days, then not eat anything for a day, then binge eat the next day on cereal only.  If I find time to plan my meals, especially for during the day I’m usually ok but if Steve’s not around for dinners I start wandering around the house at 7pm calling out his name.  On nights where I have late boxing classes, I usually just eat a protein bar before and then a shake after and call that dinner.

Those who know me or work with me know I don’t actually eat too much, which I think is a terrible stigma I give off given that I’m not stick thin.  And no, I don’t hide in my car eating McDonalds (that was my “fat-shannon” days circa 2010).  My weight comes from inconsistent eating patterns and my body often being under-fueled and confused.

So the plan.

I’m giving myself 60 days to clean up my nutrition act.  That puts me at December 23rd so that I can enjoy some Christmas dinner.

What it will include:

  • No alcohol (panic is setting in… literally my heart is racing)
  • No processed stuff (except bars/shakes)
  • No refined sugar
  • No gluten (hehe trick one! This is always the case!)
  • No dairy
  • Nothing fried
  • No friends… haha kidding, but this list feels pretty lonely….

It’ll include a lot of this:

What won’t it include?

  • No calorie counting.  I want this to feel like a “good choice” challenge, not a calculated make-work plan.
  • No cheating.  (I have one exception, noted below)
  • No jumping on the scale during the 60 days, just before and after.  Steve you better hide the scale (again).

 

What is the one exception?

We have  a trip to Vegas booked the second weekend of December.  There will be drinking and while I drink, I manage to find bags of chips… I can neither confirm nor deny that this may happen.

 

What is my goal out of this?

I better damn well lose some inches because I want to wear that dress on New Years Eve and I’m determined to take a picture in it and post it for you.  Steve… if you didn’t get the memo, you’re taking me out on New Years.

 

This starts tomorrow.