Great Smokey

Great Smokey

Friday, May 30, 2014

Dreams of the Waffle House Nation



A conversation yesterday sparked my imagination and stirred an internal debate about what I should really be focusing on.  Should I continue down the same path or maybe open the aperture a bit and take some real risks.  Is the reward worth the effort?  Does a simple existence equal happiness?  Those questions occupied my thoughts for most of the past 24 hours. 

The conversation revolved around climbing Mt. McKinley.  Previous to these past couple of years there were many things I classified as well beyond my reach.  Most of them were due to my belief in my own physical limitations.   The 50K trail race put that to rest.  Some ideas were just so far outside of what I felt I would be able to do that I just never thought I would have the opportunity.  Jumping out of an airplane scratched that one from the list.  For others I just did not think I had the mental strength to push through.  Well, an Ironman triathlon was one of those things and I was able to complete that.

Then why was climbing Mt. McKinley also something I never thought I would be able to do?  It is because I kept my dreams and goals too small.  I let the world around me push me into a small box and allowed myself to be kept there.  I let other people tell me that I could not do something.  In the end it was my fault because I listened and did not dream big.



Malcolm Glazer, the billionaire owner of Manchester United, passed away this week at the ripe old age of 85.  What is remarkable about this?  Absolutely nothing.  In the end, this billionaire lived out his years and then quietly moved on.  He left this world with exactly what he came in with…nothing.  That is empowering!

During lunch today I sat down with a pen and jotted down a list of things I would like to accomplish in my lifetime.  There were no criteria to limit the size or scope of the items.  I made myself dream big.  Actually, I made myself dream really big.  Here is that preliminary list…. I guess you could call it my bucket list.  Since it is my list I reserve the right to add or subtract from it. 

In no particular order:

Climb Mt. McKinley
Bike across the U.S.
Hike the Appalachian Trail
Run Rim to Rim
Visit Pompeii
Stand on the Great Wall of China
Walk through the ice on Antarctica
See the Valley of the Kings
Complete an Ultra triathlon
Run a 100 mile race
Scuba dive the Great Barrier Reef
Walk next to Hadrian’s Wall
Stand at Thermopylae
Learn a second language
Run Spartathlon
Walk the beach at Normandy

       

Sunday, May 18, 2014

IronDoxy


The countdown has started.  I can now start marking my time until I leave by the amount of malaria medication I have remaining.  It truly is a love-hate relationship with that little pink pill.  If you don’t take it and one of those nasty little mosquitoes gets you then look out.  If you do take it, but on an empty stomach…look out!  All in all I will take the upset stomach over the shivers any day.  It is the price of coexisting in Africa with the camels, goats, skinny cows, and occasional sheep.

The time ticks away…tick tock.  This week will mark 3 months away from home with only 2 months-ish left.  The temperature and humidity continues to rise as we march steadily towards summer.  I count myself fortunate that I get the distinct pleasure to experience Africa hotness in its full July glory prior to heading home.  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!

Training is accelerating at a breathtaking pace.  Fitness and strength are both improving.  Mobility still needs some work.  Body comp is in progress.  My training partner (the ever illustrious Marine Master Sergeant or MB) and I are always looking for new ways to push the limit just a little more.  He kills me on the run and then I get to return the favor on the squat rack.  It really is a symbiotic relationship that is built upon fear, intimidation, and ridicule.   Today was a 1000-meter swim, followed with a 25-mile bike, and then a 5-mile run.  Not too shabby for two old guys.



During the time away from home I have also spent a ton of time reading and researching for a methodology of fitness that moves past event based fitness and more towards a holistic, sustainable program.  I have been looking for programming that makes life outside of the gym easier.   One of the pitfalls of being an aging athlete is that as fitness becomes harder to maintain…weight gain is easier, mobility starts to suffer and chronic injuries manifest themselves.  For programming to be sustainable it has to address and solve all of these issues. 

I stumbled upon an article that had a statement that was so profound that it changed my entire view on fitness, health, and training.  (Fitness and Health are not always related) It said, “Treat yourself as a professional athlete.”  Bang!  The context of the article is for the tactical military guy (i.e. spec ops dude), but if you really think about that statement you can see how it transfers to the everyday person or everyday athlete.  Treat yourself as a professional athlete (minus the entourage, hookers, and blow)! More simply, train and take care of your body as if your livelihood depended upon it….because it actually does.   If you need any examples please ask me and I will give you some.



In form athletes don’t eat fruit loops for breakfast, stop at Burger King for lunch, and then eat chicken fingers for dinner because they are tired and the kids are hungry.   They don’t drink gallons of soda (or diet soda) and eat mountains of candy. They also don’t go to the gym and frantically cram in 40 minutes on the elliptical machine, chase it down with a double latte frappe on their way back to work and then wonder why they are fat.  (They still drink Sierra Nevada…its my article and I get to say what I want to).  

In Dan John’s book Intervention he argues that strength is the foundation for all fitness.  It is strength that brings everything together.  He lists a series of standards that everyone should achieve.  In the article Fitness, Not Mobility, Is Durability, Jordan Smothermon goes one step further and states, “We believe strength is king.”  He also uses the durability formula  “Durability = 80% Strength + 10% Proper (Functional) Movement + 10% Mobility” For the aging athlete this is the recipe for continued success or even possibly the course correction needed to find lost fitness. 

The current fitness craze focuses too much on endurance sports as the ultimate achievement of athleticism.  It does have its place, but should not be the focus of what is achieved.  Endurance races (marathons, triathlons, ultras, centuries) are nothing more than expressions of fitness.   The issue is not with these events, it is more with how we train for these events.  It not uncommon to see endurance athletes hurt for large stretches of time….especially the weekend warrior sort.  A marathon as an expression of fitness does you no good if you cannot climb a fence to get your kid's ball out of the neighbor's yard or you are so functionally stiff that you cannot bend over and pick up a bag of groceries without straining your back.  I will argue that fitness must have a direct application to life and be able to be expressed as such.  Remember…strength + movement + mobility.

My focus for the past three months has been on all three of these.  Strength has dominated, but all three are worked throughout the training cycle.   This week I am starting my second block of strength programming with the LBEB 12 week program.  I also swim, bike, run, do BJJ and martial arts (MCMAP)…but the real laser focus is on strength.  There is a lot of work left to do and I am still learning what it takes to treat myself as a professional athlete, but I know for sure it was not what I was doing in the past.   The diet still could use some work (I love ice cream) and I really dislike stretching.  After Beach 2 Battleship I will be changing my overall programming to something that looks like what Mountain Athlete offers….tough, functional training with mobility mixed in.  That sounds like a recipe for success.


Sunday, May 4, 2014

Live One Day as a Lion

Warning…Harsh language at the end

As the saying goes, “it is better to live one day as a lion, than a thousand days as a lamb.”  Life has a sweet taste when savored after a meal of adventure followed by a swig of daring.  Is it fear that rules over us, or do we grab a hold of what haunts us in the night, stare it straight in the face and give it a wink back?  Yes indeed, let's give it a wink.  



I am still having the absolute best deployment you could ever ask for.  This week I was given the opportunity to jump with a team of PJs, EOD, and SERE Specialists.  How could I ever say no to that?  Now I have to admit it is like most things that I find myself in the middle of….sounds like a great idea at the time, but as it gets closer I start to wonder what the heck I got myself in to. 

At show time I met up with my tandem jump “head guy” and we rehearsed every part of it.  He says, “I am going to put my arm out, then in, then out and we then walk off the ramp.”  I say, “Is it like 321…go…do we go on 1, or after 1, or 1.5?  He snorts back, “No….arm goes out the second time we walk.”  Gotcha!  Then he briefs me on the three most important things: 1) Arch my back when we go, 2) don’t touch anything above and behind your shoulders, and 3) Lift your legs when we land.  He promptly told me if I grab up and back he was going to punch me in the jaw and knock me out.  Awesome!  Thank goodness it did not come to that. 



I have to say that the scariest part of the entire event was the walk to the edge of the ramp.  Of course, we had two “no drops” and had to go back to our seats.  Then on the third attempt it was a go.  As we shuffled forward all I could think about was “Don’t poop my pants, don’t poop my pants.”  Thank goodness…I didn’t poop my pants!  I could feel my heart pumping at over 106 BPM (yes, I checked) as I walked off the edge of a C-130 at 10,500 feet.  It is very much like walking into the waves at IM Florida with 2,000+ of my closest friends.  You just do it.  We promptly did a back flip as I screamed WOOOOHOOOOOO!  It was like nothing I have ever done.  The air becomes eerily quiet and there is a sense of stillness as the ground comes rushing up.  The parachute opens and we guide into the inverted V on the drop zone.  After about a minute we slid into the dirt and the jump was over.  I looked behind and said, “What happened to lift the feet?” 

As I was walking back to the hooch I kept asking myself, "How did I become so lucky?"



Training is going exceptionally well.  MB and I work out 7 days of week using swim, bike, run as the basis of cardio work and strength training to build total fitness.  The end of this past week was a bit of a challenge as both of us were absolutely spent.  After 8 hours of sleep on Friday all was back to normal.  Africa is hot right now and temperatures are close to 100 by 0900.  At 0500 when we run it is already warm and humid with the aroma of burnt trash.   I wasn’t sure how well everything was gelling together until the mini tri we completed today.  1000m swim, 45 minutes on the bike, and 2 mile run.  The bike and run were done on equipment within the gym…I was holding a 7:30 pace and feeling pretty good.

Another week starts tomorrow and this Thursday will mark 3 months of being gone.  Time is flying by!


This deployment has helped build a ton of perspective.  I have learned more from the folks around me in the past 90 days then I have in my past two assignments.  As I was walking through a special operations squadron this was posted on a locker and it really sums up my entire experience.  Quite your whining and HTFU!