Warrior Within

Today I ran in the Wounded Warrior Project 8K—before you run off and do the conversion, that is approximately 4.97 miles. It’s probably one of my favorite races to run. Not because of the course, or the swag, or the entertainment. It’s one of my favorites because of the wounded warriors themselves.  While I am thankful for their service, what touches me more is their indomitable will to move forward. The soldiers whom I see running in the race or in the bike ride inspire me to push beyond what someone else may see as my “possibility.”

Around the 4 mile mark today I was passed by a soldier in a face mask and combat boots who was pushing another soldier in a wheelchair. Back at the 3 mile marker I saw the older man from last year pushing his walker along the course—head down, eyes focused, moving forward. Another team of solders had finished the race—carrying Old Glory—and ran back to escort and encourage others towards the finish line. Even at this event, they were giving their time in service to others.

This year has been tough. I've been told three times, by three different doctors to stop running. One told me to stop lifting heavy weights. Another told me to stop doing lunges and squats. For a minute I did heed their advice. And then my spirit started to question what was really possible. What more might I accomplish if I simply push past this moment?  Should I surrender to what they say is possible?

Don’t get me wrong, I know that we have to heed our doctor’s advice. I understand their reasoning. But I also know that their word is not law. Five years ago a team of doctors kept telling me that I would develop diabetes…yeah, NOT. Instead of letting their prognosis debilitate me, I take better care of myself. I make sure I take a rest day, stretch, ice as needed, get monthly massages, etc. etc. etc.

"Heroes" running for Heroes

So running among the warriors in this race this time around, I felt somewhat kindred. While our scars are of different origin, I understand a little bit about the spirit, the will, the vision, the courage it takes to move past “can’t” into “can.” I know what it feels like to conquer. Even as all my co-workers passed me, it didn't bother me the way it did a few months ago. Just being there with the ability to finish was enough for me. When I tell you that I took moments to enjoy the colors of the trees, encourage a few other runners, shout out to my co-workers, high-five volunteers...just being there was freaking awesome.

The icing on the cake for me during this race is when, at 4.39 miles in, a 60 year old gentleman with one hip and a survivor of a number of knee surgeries told me that I kept him pushing up the hills because I wouldn't stop. We made a pact to run the final stretch and not let each other stop. When he ran across the finish line I gave him the biggest hug. This life is magnificent! Use your pitfalls as opportunities to triumph and inspire others. Today I remember that all things are possible, if I have the faith to believe it and the will to move towards the vision. 

Your Cardio Routine is Making You Fat

Thank you!! I hope people really start understanding this. If you want to lose "weight," then yes, do two hours of cardio. But if you want to lose fat, hit the weights and scale back on the traditional cardio.

Cardio is for cardio-respiratory health, so yes, you should do it. But if you're talking about changing your body composition for the better, increasing your metabolism, and getting a hard body (look at sprinters versus marathon runners; look at crossfitters versus cyclists) then hit the weights, baby!

Read the article below by Jim Karas and share your thoughts.

Your Cardio Routine is Making You Fat | Yahoo! Health

Fueled by Victory

The day God gave the Amorites up to Israel, Joshua spoke to God, with all Israel listening:  “Stop, Sun, over Gibeon; Halt, Moon, over Aijalon Valley.”  And Sun stopped, moon stood stock still until he defeated his enemies. ~Joshua 10:12-13

Consistent. Relentless. Tenacious.



Some people don't believe me when I tell them that my fitness journey has helped me grow into a stronger Christian and a stronger person (mentally, emotionally). It sounds crazy considering I have battled with weight all of my life. But God used the one area of my life that had always been a struggle to be my ministry. Amazing...my purpose is rooted in my struggle. The principles and lessons I learn on my fitness journey help me along the other paths in my life. Principles, with their lovely selves, can be applied to anyone and just about any situation.

The other morning I was facing a personal crisis and wanted to crawl into a ball and just give up. I went through the motions of getting dressed and getting everyone out the door, all while fighting against the "take me now" screaming in my head. I got in the car and looked in the rear view mirror. I looked at myself and I look defeated. Me? Not Fit Girl? And then I recalled mile eight of the 2012 St Jude Music City Half Marathon when my ankle was on fire, my calves were cramping, and my pace was slipping. I remember telling myself, "It's not over. Finish strong." My gait changed. I was no longer whimpering. The only option I gave myself was to finish, and do it well. So, I fixed my form, stopped the whimpering and still hit a PR. But it doesn't' stop there.

With legs cramping and energy low, I changed and made it to my flag football game. I played a full game--offense (center), defense (defensive end), and special teams!! My very first play I dropped the ball because my hands were cramping. From that point on I told myself, "If you're gonna play, then play hard." No one watching that game would know that less than an hour beforehand I had done a half marathon. 

What point am I trying to make?

April 28, 2012

When you go into battle, you go with the hope of victory fueling you forward. If you don't have that hope of victory, why are you even fighting? And being Christian the fire is even bigger because I know with surety that I will be victorious--if only for the glory of God. 

Victory. I cannot even describe what it feels like to someone who hasn't tasted it. But once you know victory in any area of your life, it spurs you forward to the next conquest, the next challenge. I imagine the Israelites felt that way as they defeated thirty plus (32??) nations on their quest to claim the Promised Land. Joshua was so sure of victory that he had the audacity to ask God to let the sun stand still so he could keep whooping tail. What?! Ooooo weee!! When you know the taste of victory,you are not easily defeated.

As you gear up for your workout or preparing your meals, or even just facing your life, ask yourself if you are fueled by the hope of victory. Is that illustrated by how you carry yourself and go through life? Or are you limply fighting, awaiting defeat? Be fueled by VICTORY!

Seeds and Soaring...They're Related

Gardening is not my thing. Ask any of the plants I have killed...including the cactus. My lack of gardening skill noted, this morning I woke up thinking about planting and seeds--but not vegetation. The musings on planting, seeds, and harvest led me to thinking...

1) Do I seek to plant seeds in fertile ground?

2) Am I fertile ground, ready to receive seeds from others?

Before you mosey on to the next running blog thinking my laces are too tight, humor me.

Do I seek to plant seeds in fertile ground?

It's been my experience that people make a show of seeking answers. Some people ask you the "how" when they haven't discovered for themselves the "why" and aren't accepting of your "how" when you tell them. I can see the "what you talking about, Wills?" look on your face.

If you've lost weight, think about the number of people who ask you how you did it. If you tell them it took a lot of hard work, eating right, consistent decisions, and time they don't really want to hear that. They move on to the gimmick or quick fix. They, my dears, are not fertile ground. Or perhaps, you share something and they negate everything you say or keep saying "I can't" or "I don't like." Again, not fertile ground. With these types you will have to let time and experience wash away the pebbles that prevent the seeds from taking root.

You know fertile ground because they accept the seeds and you see evidence of growth. They start thinking about their choices. Or they follow up whatever seeds you gave and request more seeds. They put action to words. This, my dears, is fertile ground. As a coach, when this happens I am ecstatic because it tells me that something inside has changed. And no matter how much people focus on the exterior, lasting changes are born from within. Think about it. The exterior beauty of a tree doesn't last long once disease sets in at it's roots.

When people I've coached text, email, and call me while they are grocery shopping, I know that's good ground. When they make a choice to walk while their kids are at baseball practice, I know that's good ground. When they ask about the benefits of strength training or even what is strength training, I know that's good ground. I know that person is taking those seeds and nurturing them in order to see growth.

Feb 2007 to May 2013

Don't exhaust and deplete yourself throwing seeds around. Those seeds are powerful and should be planted with care. Use discernment to determine if it's good ground. Listen to what people are asking you. Listen to their answers. Observe their actions. Is this the ground in which you want your seeds planted? Will this person nurture the seeds? I share information and am willing to help anyone, but the level of my help is dependent upon the type of ground I perceive them to be.

Am I fertile ground, ready to receive seeds from others?

A few years ago I attended a women's conference at my church. One of the nuggets that I keep from that conference is "spend time in the company of eagles." At the time I felt more like a chicken pecking around on the ground, but now I understand. When you are in the company of eagles you get excited--excited by the site of them soaring and excited at the possibility of YOU soaring. You learn from other eagles the skills needed to lock your wings no matter how strong the wind or when to stay put and fly later.

 

Wait, wait, wait. I went from seeds to eagles. They're related.

 

The point is, as much as I think I know how to traverse this journey, am I willing to receive direction and knowledge from others? Do I take the seeds they give me and DO something with them? Do I open myself up to "watering" and growing?

 

As great as Serena Williams is, she has a coach. She has a team of people who are there to help her be the best athlete she can be. I recall reading a quote from Ryan Hall when he realized that perhaps being his own coach wasn't the best way to progress. God designed us to need each other. When we make ourselves good planters AND good ground it's a beautiful thing. It means that we continue to grow as those around us blossom.

 

All this talk about planting and growing in the midst of Spring has me considering the gardening thing again...Lord help the world of flora. Maybe I'll just stick to fitness :) 

Tackling the Hills



View of capital bldg from Bicentennial Park



I live in Nashville, TN so I'm very familiar with hills. My neighborhood runs include hills whether I want them to or not, so I've learned to just GET OVER THEM. I didn't say that I run up those sons-a-snitches quickly or even that I look forward to them. I said I've learned to just GET OVER THEM. Standing at the bottom of one doesn't get me over it. Going another route just puts me at the foot of a different hill.

When I stop griping and complaining about the hills, I realize that they've made my legs stronger. And standing at the top of the hill can give you a great view (like the one from behind the capital, gorgeous!). The same principle applies in life. For the longest time I've wanted to obtain my primary group fitness certification but have hit one hill after another--money, car accident, not having the right study materials. But the biggest hill I've had to conquer is my FEAR. Yes, fear. The fear ranges from not feeling like I measure up to others, to not being able to pronounce anatomical terms, to wondering how others will judge the loose skin on my arms and around my belly. There is even a small inkling of a fear to actually succeed. Wow...

There is a scripture that says "there is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear." If I believe that God's love is perfect and that he blessed me with gifts out of his love for me and that his plan for me is inked by his love for me, then what am I fearing? If I venture forth and fail, have I really lost anything? Or will I know to be better the next time?

Lots of people ask me about how to start running or working out or eating right. But not many actually follow through. The tendency is to shake your head and write it off as they weren't really serious. However, for some, I get the feeling that their reluctance to move forward is rooted in a form of fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the work it will take. Fear of the diligence required. Fear of being freaking awesome (yes, it's a great responsibility). So, as I go through the battlefield and conquer my own fears I will lift up a prayer for all of them. I pray that they get a small taste of victory to power them forward. I pray that they take hold of the love that casts out those fears and leads you to an abundant life--all aspects of life.

Hills. Fears. Whatever. Just get over them.