Balance

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The half marathon training is in full swing.  Once I let go of placing judgment on time and let go of self-doubt it became easier.  However, self doubt is like a weed, I have to constantly pull it up and throw it out.

The only difficulty about this training so far is battling to keep it in the #1 priority slot of life.  There have been numerous things thrown at me.  They aren’t all bad things.  Mostly good things.  Opportunities actually.  Opportunities that demand a huge chunk of my time. Opportunities that have shown up to fight with my training schedule.

So mentally and emotionally, I am drained and in the process of refilling my cup.  I won the battle by the way.  It was hard as hell.  I gave my all to my proposal submission AND kept my training schedule AND handled the additional workload AND balanced the mother hat and the wife hat.

Perhaps I too easily take the all or nothing approach, feeling like I had to choose one over the other.  Balance is what I chose.  Balance left no sacrifice.  Balance was key to having it all work out.

Until next time…

Part of getting older is realizing that you can integrate all these different areas of your life, rather than the adolescent mindset, which for me lasted a long time, which says, ‘It’s all or nothing. Chris Robinson

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C25K – Week 2 Day 3

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Since the last posting I have myself a faithful running partner – my 10 yr old!  I initially drafted him against his will.  He didn’t want to run, at all. Once he started running with the app, he was hooked.  In fact, one morning around dark:thirty A.M.  he woke me. He was fully dressed with head phones. HA!

Today we went to a nearby track and although we are at different paces, there was a new type of comradely and bonding between us.

This time I focused on my breath and didn’t worry about my time at all.  I did an easy run.  This funny thing happened.  It didn’t affect my time at all.

This week I have set a schedule for running, spinning, strengthening and yoga.  My goal is to stick to the schedule AND not over extend myself.  Focusing on enjoying the journey

and staying in the moment.

 

 

So Much Has Happened

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Since I last posted, I have signed up for (insert drum roll)….a half marathon.  GASP!  One of the members at BGR talked me into it.  Since I’m training anyway…(Kanye shrug).  Why not?  Just keep going.  The half is in October and the progression is doable.  My only goal is to finish.

Speaking of FINISH.  I am done with Week 1 of the C25K. On Wednesday I will start Week 2. I have also drafted my 10-year-old.  Initially he was about as excited as one going in for a root canal.  After he completed Week 1 Day 1 he was okay with it and said it wasn’t too bad. New running  buddy! Yay!

As for me?  Music is EVERYTHING.  If I have the right beat going, I THINK I could run forever.  I am as slow as a drunk turtle stampeding backwards through peanut butter but in my mind I’m making serious moves.  I am enjoying this journey and the type of bonding it is creating with my son.  Excited to share it with you.

For an October 2nd half, I decided to use Jeff Galloway’s run/walk training schedule.  I will switch to it on Wednesday May 4th.  I really like his philosophy.  HERE WE GO!

Until next time….

“Set a goal so big that you can’t acheive it until you grow into the person who can” . – Unknown

C25k Week 1 Day 2

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So I am Week 1 Day 2 of this C25k thang and I’m feeling pretty confident starting out.

Except, the little lady in my phone ain’t said much since she said, “Begin running.” So I’m waiting and breathing and waiting some more. I check to make sure the thang is on. It is.

Still waiting. A teeny bit of panic sets in and finally she says begin walking. At this point I’m thinking, Man this is way harder than Sunday’s run.

So again she says begin running. I run for what should have been well over a minute and still she’s quiet, funny actin’ and don’t wanna speak. Surely once I pass this dog she will tell me to walk. Nope. Well, when I pass this old lady she gone let me walk. Nothing. Maybe she waiting for me to just pass out.

So FINALLY I get: begin walking. When it was all over, I take a closer look at the workout plan. Instead of Week 1 Day 2. I completed Week 3 Day 2. (Insert Dora Explorer Blank Stare) Well at least I know I can do week 3.

 

One Legged Warrior – GO STL 5K

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I was supposed to meet her. Honestly I thought she was just eager because it was her first 5k, but when I checked the details of where we were starting I realized I had it all wrong.  I thought the race started at 8:30am.  It started at 8:00am.  Uggh!!  How in the world did I miss that? Failed before starting.

I arrived a little after 8am which would have been fine except there was nowhere to park.  Even the obscure illegal spots were gone.

Once I finally made it to the 5k area I saw the Finish area but I didn’t see the Start area. I asked a friendly looking lady.  “You mean the 5k we just finished?”  I checked the time 8:25am.  “That would be the one.” She pointed in the direction where a crew was busy dismantling the Start gate.

I run over and he radios ahead to let “them” know he has another one.  He smiled and wished me good luck.  Now this is where I had slight anxiety.  There was no other soul in sight.  It was 8:28am now and they would soon open the roads for traffic.  I had no clue which way to go.  Forest Park is huge, you take one wrong turn and you won’t be found until 2019.

I go.  Rhythmic breathing and a steady pace.  About a quarter-mile in I spot 3 ladies walking and I am over the moon.  ‘Cause at least the 4 of us will be lost together.  Once I am in sync with them I realize my pace is a little faster, I move ahead.  Further up the road I see the tail end pack.  Whew!  I started last but I won’t be last or lost.  I feel comfortable in my stride.

That’s when I notice this lady:

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Tears came to my eyes. My God!  Determination in physical form.  She was MOVING.  How awesome was that.  I don’t know her.  I stopped to take a pic because she was motivation in motion.  Now I was fully bawling my eyes out.  I don’t know her story but it involved losing a leg and she was giving it all she had.  She inspired me to do the same.

I focused. Turned up my music and went for it. Just music and breathing.  It wasn’t too bad.  All of a sudden I could hear the announcer.  That meant I was close to the finish.   Once out of the straight away I could see the finish mark to the right but this dude was telling me to go up and over to the left.  Torture.  I just wanted to be done already.  Some finishers were crossing in front of me.  I just kept going.  When I finally get to the turn of the finish line.  One lady was cheering like crazy.  I asked her the time.  She yelled behind me – 9:08!  WHAT?  No shit?!

Unbelievable! I had not participated in a 5k in over 10 months and I had never completed one in 40 minutes.  I was hyped and I was looking for the one-legged warrior to thank but I never saw her again.  I don’t think I will ever forget her.

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This morning I weighed and I am another 2 pounds down.  A total of 9 pounds since the book signing.

“If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way. If you don’t, you’ll find an excuse.”- John Rohn

Until next time….

 

In The Beginning

At the start of this blog five years ago, I made a commitment to move my body.  I have honored that commitment.  So much so that I became a SPIN instructor in September of 2012.  I have remained an active SPIN instructor from the day I received my license up to now.  In fact, I am sitting here typing in my yucky workout clothes from my SPIN class earlier today.  I am typing in my yucky workout clothes because I need to get this out.

For as much as I like moving my body, I also like to eat.  On this journey I learned about different foods.  I became a vegan.  I loved vegan food. But something happened.  After I hit the 100 pounds lost mark, I thought I had made it.  Conquered all my food/fat demons.  But I was wrong.  I started slipping.  I went from vegan to vegetarian to “any-thing-goes-but-watch-it-tarian”.  Afterall, I am a spin instructor, I work out 3-4 days a week, what could possibly go wrong?

I gained weight – more than half of it back.  But I was still working out, right?  Beastmode on the bike.  My classes have waiting lists all of the time because I don’t hold back.  We go THERE every time and I love it.  I love spin.  I also loved my sordid relationship with pancakes, french fries, cakes and pastries.

A few weeks ago I received a direct message on Facebook from a college friend:

MAR 9TH, 7:46AM

Hey Montrice, when is your new book coming out, and are you still working out and eating right? I haven’t seen any workout posts from you. If you fell, get back up, bc you inspired ppl!

 

ME: Hey Chris, The new book is out, releases 3/27/16. http://www.montrice.net   Cannon’s Crash Course 

Yes, I have fallen down. I’ve been working out though.
 
The eating has been a challenge.
I’m working on it
 
I will be in Dallas in May.
 
May 21, 2016
 
Black Family Magazine PResents
 
2016 DFW Literacy Fest
 
3200 Lancaster Road
 
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Cool!! I’ll mark that on my calendar. You should still post about your battle, own that you’ve fallen, bc ppl will see that they can get back at it too. This should also be your next book
 

ME: ok, it sucks! Falling in a glass bowl. How does one fall AND still be an instructor at Club FItness? You are right. I will own it.

True to my word, here I am owning it.  But something else happened.
 I held a book signing a week ago from today.  We had crafts, giveaways and a photographer.  The camera don’t lie!  I saw all those photos and they looked nothing like the “me” in my mind’s eye. I saw them and I was SHOOK. I wasn’t depressed or down in the dumps I was just very present in what laid before me.
I didn’t know who that person was in the photos.
Those pictures were like the little directory in the mall that says YOU ARE HERE.  Which is great to know but it’s not where I want to be.  It’s not where I’m going to be.
Since the book signing, I have increased my raw vegetable and fresh fruit intake, increased hydration and make sure I get enough sleep.  As of this morning I am down 7 pounds and have yet to measure but I will do that shortly.  I also came clean in my class today about what happened, where I am and where I am going.  They were all very excited and so am I.
Until next time…..
Fall seven times, stand up eight. – Some Japanese dude.

The Mini Trainer

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Through tiny slits my eyes adjusted. He was standing over me dancing. It was a combination of the funky chicken and an epileptic seizure. My bed became his trampoline. “Mommy, get up! It’s the last day of schoo oool, the last day of schoo oool. Can I wear my hat?” Pulling covers to chin I muttered a faint, “MmmHmm.” I blinked and he was gone, in another room talking a mile a minute. I picked up the cellphone. It was just 6am. This was my rest day, or so I thought.

The school was a half mile one way. Above us sky was full of dirty cotton balls. The kid wanted to walk to school. I looked upward once more and agreed but stressed we needed to hurry. A smirk spread across the big kid’s face. “Wanna race to the big yellow sign?” I nodded and we took off. I was pacing him and it was a great feeling. My lungs completely full, legs extending, heart pumping. I smiled at us, two years ago I would have never imagined.

We reached the yellow sign. “We’re gonna keep it up mommy! HUSTLE! HUSTLE! HUSTLE!” There was SO much authority in his voice. So hustle I did! My completely full lungs were getting warm. I wondered if his version of keeping it up meant running all the way. My question was soon answered as we neared the entrance of the school. He was Huff and I was Puff, through ragged breath we shared a hearty laugh. “I love running with you Mommy!” That was music to my ears. With a monster hug and a quick exchange of I-love-yous, he was gone to enjoy his last day of 2nd grade and mom jogged the all the way back home.

Until next time…

Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them. – James A. Baldwin