The Impossible: 90 Days of Exercise

Ninety-one days ago I made a decision.  I was going to work out 90 days in a row.  Up to this point, I had just started walking outside again after having lapband surgery on March 25th and was slowly getting back to feeling normal.  I knew I needed to set a goal.  A challenging, yet reachable, goal.

And in doing so, I found out something I wasn't expecting.  IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.   Not impossible to workout 90 days in a row, but impossible to stop.  

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How I Got Started:
I didn't just start running a 5k on the first day.  Actually, I haven't even done that yet (I'm sure it will be coming up here shortly though.)  I started by walking.  I didn't want to push it too hard at first because I was nervous I would bust an incision and could still feel the presence of the band at the bottom of my esophagus because the swelling hadn't gone down yet.  So I started walking.  My mom or my dad would join me around the 2.17 mile loop at their house.

Walking became a daily occurrence, but I didn't limit myself to that.  My husband and I started playing tennis and can be found laughing and/or cussing up a storm at the Bonne Terre Park several times a week.  It's fun... for the most part. :-)  Neither one of us are pros, but it's physical activity that we wouldn't be getting if we were sitting on the couch watching Netflix.  (Though I'm sure that's where both of us would rather be lately-- we are late to the Breaking Bad party, but it's getting good in Season three!)

                                                         Spike in his stylish sweatband.

I also got a group of girls together to start playing sand volleyball on Thursday nights at the local Pub.  I didn't do it for the beer-- you can find me drinking water inbetween games-- I did it because it was another way to get myself to move.  Another commitment I had to follow through on.  I even started playing on another team so that I can get more exercise in each Thursday night instead of sitting around waiting to play again.

Probably the most important thing I did was join 573fitness.  Ever since this gym opened when I was living in San Francisco or maybe it was Dubuque, I have wanted to be a member.  It was one of the things I was most excited about when we found out we were moving back home.  It all just worked out that our move was at the same time as my surgery so I could join soon after.

This gym is a community of people, including many long-time friends and family of mine, all there with a common goal: to be the best and healthiest they can be.  We do this by lifting weights, running, rowing, and even handstand walks (Well, not me yet, but I have progressed to doing handstand holds against the wall!! woop woop!) among many other activities.   We do WODs(Workout of the Day) and most importantly, we support and push each other to do better than we did the day before.

I didn't show up at the gym able to do everything that was prescribed, and I still can't.  But that's not what this gym or overall crossfit is for.  It is for you to focus on how you can improve in many different areas of lifting and cardio.  It really is all about pushing yourself to do one more rep or one more lap than you did last time. But you must do this in a safe and healthy way.

So for the crossfit-haters-- not everyone is trying to win the next crossfit games, 99% of us are just trying to better ourselves and maybe drop a few numbers on the scale, all while being injury-free.

A Normal Day
My day typically starts with a conference call or a morning run at the Bonne Terre Pond.  I can actually run a ten-minute mile now... something I don't think I've done in my 20's.  Sometimes if I have plans for the evenings, I will go to the Tuesday through Friday morning classes that my friend, Aubrey, holds at the gym.  I work from home so that also allows me to go for a quick run on my lunch break or when I don't have meetings.  In the evenings, I either go to the gym (usually 4 times a week), play tennis, sand volleyball or get talked into playing disc golf with my husband.

I'd say more days than not, I workout or exercise multiple times a day.  And yes, it is important to have rest days-- especially for those athletes who train crazy hard.  But for me, it's more important that I get up and move EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.  So on those days when I really don't feel like going to the gym or running at the pond, I make myself at least walk the loop at my parents' place.

That has really been the game-changer for me.  No matter what, I have to do some type of activity that day.  I no longer allow it to be a choice.  It is a given.  Every day I have to move.  I have to sweat.  I have to progress in my weight-loss and health-gain journey.

It really is that simple.

Day 90
So as I said on Facebook yesterday, I really wanted to do something significant on my 90th day.  Some girls from the gym were going to a competition in Union,  MO, as part of a charity event to help pay for a little boy's bone marrow transplant.  I'm always up for participating in a good cause(You may remember I ran a half marathon back in 2010 as part of Team in Training  for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.), but I had told myself when I started going to the gym that I wasn't going to do competitions.  I only wanted to go to the gym and do the workouts to get in shape.  I didn't care about lifting more than the other people at the gym.

When I found out they had a scaled division, which means the work out is the same but modified or with less weight than the Rx workout, I decided that it would be such a great milestone for me to finish FOUR WODs on my ninetieth day of working out.

Once I got there, it was a blast.  And something else happened I wasn't expecting.  I was determined to win my division.  Not because I wanted to lift more than other people, but because I wanted to prove to myself that I could.  That I could do anything if I just get out of my head and DO IT.

So I did.  

-- I maxed 125lbs. in clean & jerk.
-- Immediately following, I ran 400 m and did 40 burpees in seven minutes.
-- Next I did 136 reps of 55 lb. Thrusters and 25 lb KB swings in 12 minutes.
-- Then the final three in the scaled division competed for first by doing 5 Rounds of 5 dead lifts, 7 shoulder to overheads and 9 squats, which I finished in 6 minutes and 8 seconds to get first in the competition.

What's Next?
As I said, what I learned in the past ninety days is that I can't just stop after ninety.  Nor do I want to.  Exercise is now an addiction, but more than anything, it is now a part of who I am.  I don't ever again want to be that girl who lets a week go by without even walking more than a hundred yards to and from her car... the next thing you know a month has gone by with nothing to show for it.

So where do I go from here?  I'm not too sure.  I know I need a goal-- that's how I work by having something to drive towards.  So for now, how about 90 more days?  Yeah, that sounds good to me.

Anybody want to join me?