Orgasmic

Warning: Sprinting causes orgasms...

This is the first time I heard this from a client but not the last.  Exercise releases endorphins—runners high.  A natural, on top of the world  climax during & after the exercise is over. 

When I was on my 80lb weight loss journey, I would be so amorous after training sessions my husband began to wonder what the hell I was doing with my trainer in those sessions.  

Watch this quick video to see the post sprinting climax this client experienced: 

Belly of the Beast

The day I beat my “heroin” addiction...

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Running To...

I used to hate running. I wasn’t good at it.

It scared me.  Feeling out of breath like my lungs might collapse wasn’t my idea of fun.  

So I hired a running coach, Andrea Atkins, who taught me form, breathing & more importantly to believe in myself embracing this new running journey I was on.  

I trained with my sister-in-law, Misty,  a seasoned runner who I assumed loved every minute of running.  One hot Tucson summer morning I was almost in tears saying ‘I hate this, I hate this.’ Misty, said “So do I”.

I thought I heard her wrong.  I said “YOU” hate running???  She said “Yes, sometimes, many times;  but I like the way I feel after.”

Then she said “Look ahead.  See that cactus way up there?  That’s what we are running towards.”

Then I did a half marathon.  When I saw the finish line a half mile away I sprinted as fast as I could towards it.

Running is now my therapy.  Moments of clarity come to me when I run.   

This happens to be one of them:  

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I Choose...

I love when clients reach this point in their journey...

Nothing Half Ass About My Half Marathon

My first half marathon at age 47.  

I’m still amazed I did it.  My goals were get to the starting line, not stop & get to the finish line.  Oh and not die.  

I’m proud I did it but have no desire to do it again.  

My 226lb self never would have been able to do this.   

I ran for her.  

Just Get to the Starting Line

When I weighed 226lbs my trainer would run around the building with me.  

After I lost about 50lbs he would send me out to run alone.  I asked him why he didn’t run with me anymore & he said “I ran with you in the beginning because I wasn’t sure you’d make it around the building even once”.

 I felt like I would die running around that building when I was that heavy.  He would say “Just start & before you know it you will be finished”. 

But even after I lost weight, running was still a struggle for me.  I’d get out of breath quick, and after 3 minutes I wanted to quit. 

When my sis-in-law, a seasoned marathon runner, asked me to do a half marathon with her, for some odd reason,which is still unclear to me to this day, I said “ok”!  

So the training began.  Running 3-4 times a week with someone who is faster & more seasoned than me was frustrating & hurt my ego at times.  

I kept at the training because I didn’t want to die running 13.1 miles.  It scared the shit of me—13.1 miles is a lot more than the laps I had been running around the building.

 Up to that point I’d only run a mile at most. 

I pushed through even when I didn’t want to get up at 4:30 a.m. before the Tucson summer heat kicked in.  A friend even told me I wasn’t built for running & I was too old to run my first half marathon.  

 I was determined to get myself to the starting line.  Yes that’s right, the STARTING line not the finishing line.  

I realized it’s much harder to get myself to the starting line; once the starting gun went off I’d knew I’d finish.  For me the victory was not in finishing the race but actually starting the race.  

 I was begging God the night before to give me food poisoning or a broken toe or anything that would prevent me from getting to that starting line.  Instead he gave me the gift of facing my fear & running right through it.   

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In training even on vacation on our 25th Anniversary.  I fell down, got a little hurt but picked myself off & still ran back to our hotel.  

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I made it.  The starting line.  Facing my fear head on.   

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First 5k

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My daughter would run with me on days I needed an extra push. 

My first & only 11 mile run along the Hudson River on vacation.  The night before I was at a scotch bar but I still got up & trained.  I was dedicated to not dying the day of the half marathon.  My fear was my biggest motivator. 

 

Filthy Fifty

My trainer, Matt Enriquez, gave this workout to me during my 80lb weight loss journey.  Now I’m paying it forward : )

Modify by not using weights for the step backs, jumping lunges & high knee presses.  Just do lunges instead of jumping lunges.  Squats instead of goblet squats.  For the squats be sure your weight is on the heels & push butt back like you are peeing in the woods!

 Step backs make sure knee stays in alignment with ankle not over the toe!  

Make sure you thrust your hips forward aggressively during the swings  & squeeze your butt tight.  

Lunges keep the knee aligned with ankle.

 Pelvic thrust make sure you squeeze your butt tight on way up & pause at the top.  

Enjoy!  

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Holiday Habits

Click on the link to see what habit Vanessa was determined to break this holiday season. 

It all started with an "I am" on December 2017

See if her "I am" became her reality on January 1st, 2018.

Non Scale Victory!!!

This is by far the quickest PR I have ever witnessed.  Going from being able to do one rotation of jump rope to 100 in just one week!

 Joey was determined from the moment he picked up that jump rope.

 I can relate to his excitement since I was only able to do one rotation of jump rope when I first started with my trainer.  It took me longer than Joey to reach my PR but I didn't practice everyday like he did!  I had jump rope phobia.  But my trainer didn't let me give in to my fear.  

 Joey proves that persistence & a positive mindset pay off.  At first Joey was only concerned about the number on the scale.  I love that he now finds pride in non-scale victories!   

It's much more rewarding to have non-scale goals.  I see it in Joey, my other clients & myself; it's empowering doing a movement you never thought you'd be able to do.

Focusing on the number on the scale became an obsession for me.  I stopped checking in with my body to feel what was going on & started allowing the scale to determine my happiness.  If I stepped on and was up I'd be depressed the rest of the day.  I would be angry & snap at my family the rest of the day.  I was a world class bitch because of my scale obsession.

I weighed myself multiple times a day to see if the number changed.  I didn't eat or drink hoping that would make it change.  I weighed myself before & after a workout to see the change.  I drove myself & my trainer crazy.  At one point he made my daughter hide the scale.  To this day I still don't know where she hid it.

Looking back I can't believe I allowed an inanimate object to determine my mental state.   

I am so proud that Joey has already learned the value of non scale victories--and he's only in 5th grade!!  

Scared to Start

I can barely remember when three miles was a struggle.  

This must be the time of year I decide to step out of my comfort zone and challenge myself. 

Last year at this time I decided to train for a half marathon.  I was filled with fear with every step I ran.  Every mile represented a mile closer to 13.1 and that number filled me with fear, anxiety & buttreflies in my stomach.   

I have never been a strong runner.  I started training too soon before the marathon & looking back I didn't even train properly.  Many other seasoned runners suggested I train more, become a stronger runner first. 

The closer it got to the marathon I kept secretly hoping I would get injured or sick or come to my senses & chicken out.

I DID IT ANYWAY. 

For me it wasn't about finishing in a certain time or keeping a certain pace or any other running related goal.  I kept saying my goal was just to finish.  That was a lie.  I lied to myself & everyone & knew once that gun went off I would finish.  I have never been the type not to finish what I start. My real goal, the one I didn't even admit to myself, was making it to the starting line, not the finishing line. It was about feeling the fear & doing it anyway. 

I crossed that finish line battered & bruised mentally, physically & emotionally.  I felt so fucking strong regardless of the pain. More alive than I had ever felt in my life.   

I could have waited till I became a stronger runner to run that half marathon.  But then I would have missed out on becoming a stronger person.   

Protein powder

Clients are always asking me to suggest a good protein powder.  This one is great because it has very few ingredients, sugar & carbs in addition to 22g of protein.  

I like to add protein powder to my coffee for a morning latte!

 I mix the protein powder with almond milk to get in a little fat/carb also.   Always thinking about balance when I eat.  Protein, fat & carb at every meal. 

Thank you to my model/client, Dawna for the demo.  That beautiful face & skin is the result of 65 & 1/2 years of clean living, active lifestyle & positive mental attitude.  She is a not only a true BAM (bad ass mom) but also a BAG! 😘

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