Omni Fitness- While I almost always blog about bootcamp and my clients, today I want to take time to tell you a little about myself. If you happen to follow my blog, you know that at the beginning of the month I embarked upon a personal 90 day challenge. My goals were both transparent and complicated. Some were easily quantified, simple measurement and mathematical equation, such as gaining 7 pounds of muscle and dropping my body fat to as close as 5% as possible. I will either weigh 185 pounds and be 5% body fat or I will not. My other goal is not as easily defined or determined. To be athletic and “in shape” again.
How does one define, measure, or determine athleticism and being “in shape”? Is it the ability to run a certain speed, jump a certain height, throw a certain distance, or maybe lift a certain weight? Could it be regaining past abilities or accomplishing a new feat all together? Maybe a combination of all the above or something completely foreign and different? I will not pretend to have the answer for you, but I do know one thing for sure: it will be different for everyone and when the time comes to measure, then - and only then – will you know for sure if the goal has been achieved.
Before I continue I find it relevant to say this; I understand that my definition, or idea, of being “in shape” will most likely differ from the majority of readers. I already have a 6-pack, I can still run a 5 minute mile, and I workout daily. While these may be traits that some would only wish for, this is not the case for me. I have been to the top of the athletic mountain and nothing short of its peak will be considered acceptable in my world. We all have are own measuring stick of athleticism and I can not settle for good enough.
I have spent the past 24 days working out every morning and then again during most evenings. There are days where I lift heavy weights and days I use nothing but my body weight to workout. Some days are filled with abdominal exercises, while others involve distance runs or sprints. I have been doing explosive movements, such as push-ups where my entire body (hands and feet) leave the ground, or box jumps on the 4 foot box. Followed by strength/core moves such as planks on the balance ball and pull-ups with a 45 pound weight around my waist. Then there are days when I just get crazy and combine all these things together. Every day brings a new workout and new challenge to achieve or maybe even something to relive.
My diet has been far from perfect but I have found that keeping a meticulous journal of what I eat has really helped me turn away from bad choices. There is just something about having to keep a written record that can be read by others that keeps me honest. Though I have a pretty decent knowledge base of what a proper diet consists of, I have no problem admitting that I am not an expert. Having said that, I have turned to a friend who is somewhat of an expert in this field for some help. She will be writing me a meal by meal diet to follow over my final 30 days. I know myself and if it is written for me I will follow it to the letter, no matter what the temptation.
This all brings me to a question I found myself pondering as I laid on the track yesterday gasping for breath. I had just finished my 10th 200 meter repeat and the pedestrian pace of 35 seconds. I remember doing this same workout a decade ago at 27 seconds and feeling like I had only just begun. As I gasped for breath I watched a young, fairly fit guy doing a pretty decent workout. I could not help but both envy his youth and pitty him for the reality of old age that will hit him a few years from now. When all was said and done I was left with one question: Is is better to have once been an elite athlete and experienced all the highs of winning and have stories to last a life time, only to let life play its course and bring you back to earth, leaving you with the gripping pain of what you were and will never be again? Or is it better to have just been an average person who never reached a level of athleticism of any signifigance and no stories to share, never having to face the pain of having it all slip away?
I honestly think that the answer will be different for everyone and have yet to find my own answer. I am not sure if I will ever have an answer, but today I do know this; I have 66 more days to see just how athletic I can be at 32 years of age and I will hold onto that level for as long as I can! Then I will be forced to ponder this question for a second time…
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