Family, Life, Swim

Battle Ropes and Kayak Cross Training!

I had never been on a kayak before, so when my sister in law suggested we head down to Oleta River State Park and go kayaking Saturday, I was all in!  I didn’t realize, however that I was scheduling this the same day that my friend and I planned a morning workout.  Our workout consisted of an easy walk/run 5k and then I promised to torture her with battle ropes.

If you have not tried a battle rope workout, I highly recommend it, although I don’t think I could use this as my regularly scheduled routine.  When I told my friend we’d be trading our usual strength training session for this, she looked at me in disbelief.  “Are we going to do the weight after the ropes?”, she asked.  I chuckled a little and told her that if she felt up to it, we certainly would, but that I think she was thinking the ropes are much easier than they can be.

I got up at my usual 4:45 training time, got ready and ran to meet her at her house at 5:00am.  She literally lives on the next block, so yes, the times are right.   We headed out on our run.  We are working to build her endurance the same way I had in the past.  We are up to one minute running, one minute walking.  She’s got that nailed, so we are going to amp thins up a bit next week.  We easily completed the 5k and arrived back at my place to get started on the ropes after a short break to hydrate.

When we got home, my amazing hubby had already laid out the battle rope around a small palm tree in the yard.  I grabbed a couple other items to use in between rope sessions to work more areas of the body while giving the guns a break.  I brought out a jump rope and an ikea step stool to use for box jumps (I wasn’t sure it would work either).  I also planned a series of distance jumps and side steps to add focus to the lower half.

I grabbed the ropes and told her we would attempt 20 second intervals.  I hadn’t done the ropes in probably a year, so I thought 20 was ambitious, but hey we should push ourselves now and again!  She kind of looked at me like she wanted to scoff at the 20 seconds, but I hit my interval timer and started doing alternating waves.  My time was up and it was her turn to hit the ropes.  When her 20 seconds was up, she had the greatest look on her face and said “oh my gosh, that was harder than I thought it would be!”  We laughed, and took turns doing various things in between more sets of rope waves or whips.

We discovered that neither of us can jump rope well at all, so maybe that can be a fun goal one day.  I discovered that in the grass, an ikea step stool can work as a box jump, at least for my current box jump skill level.  I also learned that I really like doing box jumps, so I am going to bat my eyelashes at my carpenter hubby to see if I can get him to build me one soon.  She discovered that she’s got some guns and likes a little friendly competition because she didn’t stop until she hit the same numbers I did (which I love)!

Once we were done, we did not hit the weights afterward.  I asked if she wanted to, and she said no, I think we have done enough (and we had).  “Wow, it’s just a rope around a tree” she said.  We both chuckled, acknowledging what a good workout it was.  I walked her home while taking Hera for her morning walk and hit the showers, have some breakfast and get ready for the park adventure.

We got to Oleta around 9:45 and put in our paperwork to rent the kayaks.  Darin and D2 were in one and my sister in law and I each had a single person kayak.  I have to admit, I was a little nervous.  More so of my son tipping over or something and not being confident in my ability to get him back on safely but I kept reminding myself that I had two other people with us that could help.  I adapted to it pretty quickly and was really enjoying cruising through the beautiful mangroves.

We went through the mangrove maze and headed back the start which lets out to the boating area, beaches and eventually the ocean if you went far enough.  I’d guess it was about 20 minutes into our adventure.  That’s when my arms remembered that we did battle ropes earlier and mind over matter started to fire up.

I was able to keep up thankfully, but at some points I hid the sheer anguish I was in.  Just when I thought I was going to just stop and drift wherever the water took me, giving up, we hit an open area and all paused to take in the sight and take some photos.  Phew!  Just a few seconds of rest, to reset the arms and mind was all I needed.  I hydrated, sat back and just focused on relaxing each muscle in my arms, shoulders and back.

We continued on and headed back into the returns area.  It was a great adventure!  We headed down to the beach for what I was waiting for the entire time…. open water swim!!!  Though the lake water will be totally different, this beach had little to no waves due to its location.  What it did have, was some fish, people, drop offs, rocks and gunk here and there in the water.  The perfect first attempt at swimming not in a pool in years!

I swam a bit with the family, laughing and enjoying each other and then headed out for a couple swim laps.  I had to tell myself to slow down and just breath.  For my current skill level, I did great!  I was so happy!  When I got to where I was going to stop, I went to stand and could not reach the bottom.  What a great thing, I thought.  That is how it will be in the lake if I need a moment.  I quickly realized that even though I was tired, I was ok.  I treaded water for a second and headed back towards the family.  I took breaths, not all went well mind you, but I took them.  I practiced sighting a bit and even rolled on my back to see how calming I could make it, if I needed a moment to not freak out during the real thing.

We headed up the beach and grilled up some hot dogs and had some potato chips.  Hot dogs, buns and chips aren’t exactly in my wheelhouse anymore but hat’s ok.  I have been doing well in my weight and cleaner eating so I went for it.  The chips were good filler because I was starving, but I did not enjoy them as much as I pictured enjoying them.  Guess that’s a good thing!  We packed up and headed to the car.  In true Cris fashion, I quickly realized that I must have had my foot resting in an ant pile because as we started walking to the car, they started biting the crap out of me!  I stepped out of my vibrams and it was like a a movie.  The fire ants just oozed out of every nook and cranny.  Darin got them all off my shoe and I washed the bites as best I could and we headed home.

Ant bites aside, it was an amazing day filled with pushing out of my comfort zone and achieving things I was not sure I could achieve.  One of the best take aways for me was that I really do believe in myself as of today.  I really do believe that I will complete that swim in September.  The final piece of the puzzle is there.  I am more motivated than ever and plan to push hard until the end.  I will be a triathlete in September and I cannot wait!

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Bike, Swim

I’m not an Ambi-Turner!

If you have seen the movie Zoolander, you know what I am referring to.  If you haven’t… for shame!  It’s one of the best “dumb” comedies.  The movie mocks the modeling industry with an emphasis on the thought that models are dim witted fools.  Derek Zoolander is the main character who always does the same expression, but people go nuts over it (similar to a Kardashian selfie duck face).  Anyway, in the movie he reveals that he is not an “ambi-turner.”  He can only turn right on the runway, never left  (I am sure by my description, if you had not already seen it you are out there trying to find it on Netflix right now! Sarcasm, because as I write this, I realize how horrible this movie sounds, but I digress.)

I have come to realize that I am like Zoolander in that I have issues with things like turning left or getting my breathing to go with my swim stroke.  It really makes me feel like an idiot.  I mean, I can control my body to push past pain and keep digging deep, but I can’t turn my bike left without freaking out.  I ride on the greenway as a way to start being comfortable with speed and not have to worry about traffic.  When I get to the end, there is a nice circle to turn around in and I always, always go right.  I also realized that the entire span of my ride, no matter how long, has consisted of only right turns!!

As if that is not enough, apparently I am not an “ambi-breather” either!  Last night I went in the pool to practice my new amazing ability to take a breath while swimming and low and behold, I can’t do it right…. Again!  I am coming to realize that there is something to this muscle memory thing and that the only way I will get better is by practicing.  I spent the next 15 minutes face down in the pool holding the wall (like the little kiddie class does) and simply turning my head left, taking a breath, then right, a breath and repeat.

I decided I should be able to breathe after that, so I headed off into a lap.  As soon as I started to try to put it all together, it fell apart again.  I realized that I am letting my brain get in the way.  I am trying to think about making sure my breathing happens.  I am trying to think about my kicks being correct.  I am trying to think about my stroke and pull being right.  I am trying to think about the water getting in my goggles and ways to get them to stay  on right.  I am thinking, way too much!  I’m causing my own body to get confused by my mind.

Back to the drawing board I went.  Face down in the pool, turning to breath again.  I realized that the entire time I am assessing my breath, counting and making sure I exhale properly.  I have to stop over thinking.  Once I can breathe that way and not think about it, I will add kicks to the mix.  Once I can add kicks and not think about it, I’ll worry about the strokes.  It’s going to be challenging and will take a lot not to frustrate myself, but I am determined to make it to the end of that triathlon in September.

I have a pretty solid plan for the pool, but back to the bike.  I always unclip from my “clip-less” pedals (who thought of that name?) with my right foot.  My right foot is my rock, my stop pal and the foot I lean on naturally when on the bike.  I know that in a pinch, I can get that foot out without issue and plant it firmly on the ground.  That could be why I cringe at the thought of turning left.  Maybe it’s the grand scheme of being on the bike in the road, and right turns are safer.  I don’t know, but I have to figure it out.  I did achieve one small goal.  I turned left on the greenway….once.  Baby steps, baby steps.  My next ride will be left turn and adventure filled!  Stay tuned!….