Why Crossfit Works for Me (But Won't Work for Everybody)

Move faster.  Lift bigger.  Jump higher.

More, more, more.

That's the general idea most people have of crossfit.

It's a workout that's an easy target because there are so many trying it and injuring themselves, and there most definitely is an addiction that can ensue.

Crossfit can be a ton of fun.

It can also be the quickest way to hurt yourself and spend a very long time recovering.

I've been to a few crossfit gyms,and I've found the one that fits me.

Everyone's fitness journey is no more than finding out what works for them, and crossfit is something that has helped me make PRs in my running and has also helped me to rehabilitate an old injury.

Having said that, I do NOT suggest that everyone should try crossfit.

It is an intense workout where sometimes speed and strength can be valued more than good form, which inevitably leads to injury, and worse, discouragement from exercising.

The gym I go to allows any and all modifications...if you already know what mods you need to make.

This, I know, can be a problem.

If you're not familiar with how to do a move properly, and then how to do that same move properly and with a modification to make it easier, then, likely, no one is going to tell you this at a crossfit gym.

I would go so far as to say that it is an advanced workout, for lack of a better descriptive word, and because, it's not for everyone.

Many of the athletes I train with go 4,5,6 or even 7 times a week.  Some even go more than once a day.

In my opinion, that's too much of any single form of exercise and I believe rest days are hugely important for mind and for body.

I go twice a week.  I go simply to supplement my running training to avoid injury.  

I go because we do many explosive movements like sprints, box jumps and power cleans, and where running is very aerobic and repetitive, crossfit gives me an anaerobic workout with tons of variety and strength training.

We also do agility training - like hopping on one foot.  Simple, and yet I feel as though my ankle strength benefits tremendously from this movement.

Crossfit works for me because I know my body very well and because I'm confident enough to say, if ever questioned, that the reason I'm not lifting 4 plates is because 2 is what I'm comfortable lifting, with good form.  People often get hurt because there is a fear, or intimidation, of the people who are running the sport - and this doesn't apply only to crossfit.  If you are afraid, then you may try to push yourself to an unsafe place.  A good coach can be the difference between a good experience and a bad one, but being confident in ones abilities is more valuable than any coach.  

It doesn't offend me when I'm shown a video of some group exploiting crossfit, because I can understand why these vids are made.

Crossfit is kind of crazy and so are the folks who do it!

In my limited experience, the gym I go to accommodates many runners, which is why we do loads of sprints and running mechanics, but I can't speak with a whole lot of expertise because I've only been going for a few years.

I think I would only like for every person who wants to criticize, to come out and do a workout (unless you're not ready- and I don't mean that in a condescending way!).

Know that you can modify, and know that you can lift much, much lighter than the "prescribed" weights, and know that there are people who are immersed in crossfit - but not everyone is.

I'd also like to see everyone lifting each other up.

"Oh, you are a ballet dancer?  Awesome!  I bet you get a great workout from that!"

"You like to cross country ski?  I'm sure you get tons of cardio out of that!"

"I can't believe you do yoga for 90 minutes!?  That's incredible!"

Summer Shenanigans

We've just returned from a two and a half week trip through BC, and I have to say, as simple as it was, it was one of the best vacations I've ever had!
We got to spend time with tons of our most favourite people, eat lots of junk and soak up the sun while we played, and played, and played...

This was our site at Martha Creek in Revelstoke.
Nice view, huh?

We all swam in the beautiful, mosquito-free
lakes and could hardly keep
Audrey OUT of the water!

Aaaaaaaand we also watched Frozen.

A.  Lot.
Oh, and believe it or not, Frozen is currently playing for Ellie.  On Shaw on Demand.
And she's lip syncing.  With serious emotion.
Eyes closed.  Arms upraised with crescendo.  Mouth open wide and chin tipped up to the sky.
To the opening scene of the men harvesting ice.
Yeah.

We had great weather, and mostly well behaved children and it was really nice to spend time together as a family of five!

I ate fruit.
Hoards of fruit.
Still am, actually...

It was also great to be able to do some running in the hilly areas we were staying.
I managed to get in a few upper body workouts and had a 24km week and a 26km week, and when we got home I pumped out a 5.5k with an average pace of 6:12.
Boo.  Yah.

Taking time off my
day-to-day runs
makes my sooooo happy!

I was aiming for 6:15s and I knew I was hitting most, but my silly Garmin doesn't give me a current pace - only my pace after every kilometre.
I do believe a Garmin 210 may be in my future.

I've been running for a really long time and it infuriates me when people use the word 'jog'.
Most runners are irked by this.
I feel like it implies that we're out there on a leisurely, lolly-gagging (is that a word?  Now it is...) jaunt through our neighbourhoods instead of slogging it out, mile after mile and all the while making it look effortless and even fun, pulling a smile out of our really hard-working arses.
We are not jogging.

Except for many years, I was.
I never really pushed myself, or tried to carry a faster pace for any sort of distance.
I was happy just to get across a finish line, upright and not tomato-faced, never having time goals.
It wasn't until a few years ago and a few pounds less on my body, that I needed more.
I wanted to be faster.
Needed to be a middle-of-the-packer and not a penguin back-of-the-packer.
Now, there's a very complicated formula for becoming a quicker runner.

Run.  Faster.

If you want to be faster, you have to train faster.

Now, at this point in my life a quality workout will always, always win out on a quantity one, even though once a week I have to carve out several hours for a long, slow run.
Like, really slow.
As in, feel like you're going backwards slow.

But once a week I can really own a run.  One where I push, and hurt and have a big, unintentional smile on my face because I really love the feeling of a run where I'm flying.
Really flying.

Sometimes I just feel, good.  GooOOooOOood, good.  And even though I'm running up a hill, I'm hitting sub 6 minute km's.  THAT'S a great tempo run.
Quick runs are very much quality runs and as a bonus, take less of my precious time!

OK, currently, Ellie is singing, er, excuse me, lip syncing to Love is an Open Door and just hit me accidentally because her arms are swinging out so fervently.
And then, at the end, she toothy-grinned and clasped her hands together when Anna says YES to Hans.
What.  A.  Ham.

SIDE NOTE:  If you haven't seen Frozen, stop whatever you're doing immediately and go watch it.
It's actually really good and not at all nauseating to watch four times a day!

Ogopogo pic, although we never
swam in Lake Okanagan!

"I'm Training"

I've got an extra pair of hands this week.
My Mom is here to help out while my hubby is away.

Now, don't be jealous of me, but I was SO excited to be able to workout without watching the young'uns, and then, this evening - this is really going to make you jealous - I got to clean my car!  ALONE!

To be alone is one of my favourite things anymore.  I love these kids in a stupid crazy way, but I absolutely cherish my time alone.  Just me.  No one to wait on help or indulge or answer to.
I think that's why running will always be a part of my life.  I get to be alone.
"Training", I say, "I'm training, so I need to go for a long run Sunday morning".
"I need you to watch the kids so I can do some hill repeats."
In my mind, it all translates to - please leave me the hell alone.  For 40 minutes. Please.   I promise I'll miss you too.  Except not at all.  Except as soon as the door closes and I put my music on, I'm nothing but a runner.  I don't have even a moment where I feel like a bad Mom and nobody cries or yells or fights, because it's just me. And the pavement.  Alone.

Maybe I just need an hour or three or four to myself, to run.  Who's going to join me for that?  Not many would volunteer and often I even drive to the city to join like-minded individuals for an entire morning of running.  And then, sometimes, (you're going to be jealous again, I just know it!) I go for brunch afterwards, and not to IHOP or Cora's or Denny's - to places like the Highlevel Diner and Sugarbowl!  My belly is feeling full just thinking about a post run breakie, and maybe, sometimes, a beer...at 1130am...

Aside from running, I'm also back into my regular workout routine and although my upper body strength isn't there, and my core strength is at, what feels like, an all time low, and also, my running pace is around a minute and a half slower per km than pre-baby, I'm very happy to have no restrictions, aka, pregnant belly.  The sky is the limit, and it sort of feels good to have something to improve upon!

I need to allow time to get my speed and strength back, and I'm giving myself permission to just run, with no expectations, which is all rather difficult.  Really and truly, the very DAY I discovered that MrS was to appear, I had never, ever in my life been so on top of my running game.  I was lighter and faster than I had ever been.  I ran a PB 2:02 half in the morning, and was trying to decide how I would tell my husband that our brood was to grow by one more that very evening.

And what a WILD ride it's been every since that day!

The new guy is just over two months old and as soon as I had begun to think that we would never find our rhythm and I would just always be forgetting there are three of them, (kidding Mom, kidding.  Kinda...) I found myself wondering what it even felt like when there were only four of us.

He is such a cool kid and the girls totally adore him.  Like, this boy has no idea how loved he is!
I'm quite sure they won't feel the same way as he grows and decides he'd like to play with/crash together/destroy their toys!

For the time being, I'm going to try and slow down and enjoy the snuggles and frequent napping of our last (sniff...) baby and the new fullness our family is enjoying as a five-some.

Life.  Is.  Good.

Also, as a side note, and something I'm trying really hard not to dwell on, the weight is coming off, with quite a lot of calorie juggling and carb-figuring out.  Slow and steady.  I've got a lifetime to live at my "goal weight", so there's no timeline and setbacks are to be expected.

Seriously, life is so good.

Three Cheers for Compression Gear!

Little Mister is rounding the bend to the 4 week mark, and life is starting to resemble a routine I was once familiar with.
Normal?
No.
Three kids feels like a juggling act, and the only organized activity we're committed to is soccer twice a week!
He is an exceptional kid, already, and I'm sure there will come a time that I will complain about him, but now is not it.
His name means Little Star, and so far he's shooting high!  (Waawaa - good one, hey!)

A week or so post babe, I felt great.  Actually, truth be told, the day after baby came I felt great, but it took around a week for me to start thinking about getting back to exercise.  Then I decided to give myself another 10 days just to be sure my body was going to go with me, and not against.

So, the day before Sterling was three weeks old, I laced up my runners, plugged in my music, pulled on some of the fitness world's greatest invention - compression, and without my watch (which was exceedingly difficult!), gave myself permission to walk 1km, or "jog", or run a 1-and-1, or whatever - if that's how I felt.
I have a regular 5.5km loop that I do while training that includes some inclines and hills and different terrain, and it also has two short cuts if I ever feel totally lousy or sore or injured.  One makes a 3km loop, the other around 4.5km.
I ran the entire 5.5km.
I felt friggin' fantastic and as soon as my runners hit the 'crete, I felt home again and I could not wait to get into my stride!  I had new music on my iPod, and a new pair of shoes and I just felt, well, light!

Got home, iced my buggered ankle, because it always nags, and then also sat on the ice for a bit.
My "birthing" bones are maybe not quite back in place!

Pain and soreness are a normal part of running, actually, exercise in general.  There will almost always be some kind of discomfort.  Learning to listen to your body (hence, losing the watch!), and respect its limitations is part of the process.  Knowing that a nagging ankle pain is alright, for me, so long as the pain doesn't change into a piercing pain, or being confidant that a little bit of foot pain in new shoes is totally normal, or even pushing through a set of squats with a PR weight - are all part of training - although everyone's pain is different and completely subjective.
I only know me.
I don't know anyone else's body.
If you're new to exercise, the "getting to know your body" thing can take a long time.  Years, even.

I ran again two days later.  The same 5.5km loop and felt great, but not as great as the previous time.
Part of getting my groove back will be getting accustomed to running "stuff".  Growing thicker skin on parts of my feet prone to blisters, perhaps losing a toenail or two, and even increasing my water in the days leading up to mileage increases to hydrate my body.
There is a whole culture of runners who would read all of this and just nod their heads.
"Aw yes, I'd run the whole thing too!"
"Mmm,hmm, new music was probably just what you needed!"
"Oooooh, yeah, losing toenails isn't the most glamorous thing about running"

Three week old baby, 11km training week.
Can't be mad at that!

I love it, and I've missed it and I'm super stoked to start training.
Sunday long runs, I'm coming for you!  I need to be into the 20s by late August so I'd better get at 'er!

I've got to confess though that I put on a few pounds during this pregnancy and while I was running I could feel parts of my body bounce about a billionth of a second out of pace with my shoes.
That sucked.
I've got around 25 pounds to lose to be back where I was before baby and I'm not so concerned about the numbers as I am about the bounce thing...
That sucked.

And Now We are a Train

We've ventured out since baby's birthday twice.
Yesterday was the first time I had all three by myself, and I realized that when we are alone, we must be a train.
Bucket seat under one arm, little girl in other hand, big girl on other side of little girl.
A train.
It felt a bit like a three ring circus.
We will adjust and this will be our normal.
Right?

Wow.  We have three kids.  THREE!

How did this tiny beautiful creature come to be a part of our family?
Here is his story:

After four, that's right, you're reading right, four, false starts, or prodromal labour, and ten extra days, baby Adams began his real journey into the world.

On the morning of May 14, I started having some contractions.
Again.
I had started to believe that I was just going to have to live as a pregnant person forever.
I could make it work.
People live with all sorts of challenges.
This would be mine.

Quickly, my contractions were coming around 4 minutes apart, and so for about an hour, my life was lived four minutes at a time.
During my contractions, as I was breathing and gritting through my teeth, "Audrey!  Get!  Dressed!", the little girl was copying my breathing.
Funny stuff.
Unless your uterus is gripping your torso.
Phone husband.  Get home.
Phone Grandma.  We're coming with girls.
Phone birth centre.  We'll meet you there and it.  Is.  On.

Arrive at birth centre around 9 am.
Contractions had slowed to 8 min apart.
Then.  Nothing.
WHAT?!?!  AGAIN?!?!

4-5cm dilated, so we're not going home, but no contractions.
"Lovely, helpful, kind midwife.  I'm concerned that this baby has a big head and/or is big and so is not staying in the right place to keep labour going."
She assures me that this baby is not big and the head is a perfect, small size.

Four must be the lucky number, because during the day my labour would pick up, full steam ahead, and then stop.  Four times.
We walked.  Alot.  I swayed and squatted and sauntered and paced.
After another walk at around 4pm and a quick run to the Mac's store for food (nuts, cheese and juice - fuel!), we just made it in the door of the birth centre and I paced through a few more extremely uncomfortable contractions so I could be sure this was it.
Water is natures epidural.  Truly.
When your body eases into the tub, the contractions become suddenly calm, and easier to manage.
Having said that, in the moments before the baby is born, there isn't a more intense feeling in the world.
I know what the pain is for, and that the end result is our baby's arrival, and that each crazy contraction lasts for only a short time, but holy Mother F'er, those things are something else!
The last contractions don't even have a slow build up.  They just pounce on you and you scramble to grab someone.  Anyone so you can just live through the next moments as your baby moves towards his exit.

Hopped in the tub around 5pm and by 545pm, Mr.Sterling Murray Adams made his debut.

Entering the Race, the Mompetition

Whether we have children or not, it seems that we have an opinion on parenting.

When you have no children, you have no chips in the pot, so to speak, and therefore there are no consequences for what you say.
We've all said, "I'll never do that when I have kids!", or "My kid will never be like that!".
If you do, or do not have children and you've said or thought something along these lines, do yourself a favour and stop.

The fastest lesson I ever learned once my first little person arrived, was to  never say never.  Never.
You have no idea how you're going to deal once the kids arrive.  You.  Have.  No.  Idea.

At the end of the day, you are going to make choices for your children that you and your hubby, or partner, or maybe just you, have to live with.  There are going to be times you wish you had made a different choice, but we do the best we can with what we have at the time.  The toughest thing about parenting is never knowing what the right answer or decision is, and I think that when this thought runs through your head, you are evolving and that makes you a good Mom.  If we are always questioning ourselves, then we are always trying to be better, and even though it would be easier to just blindly trust that every choice we've made was the perfect one, it is more natural to be skeptical and critical of ourselves.

I've been reading a lot about "Mom Shaming" and nothing infuriates me more than this.

The fact that one woman can think that she's superior to another because of the choices she happened to make, is unthinkable.
Having children is the hardest thing we will ever do.  If it's easy, you're doing it wrong.
None of us needs to be criticized for our parenting choices, because trust me when I say, we're already doing that ourselves.

Mom Shaming comes in many forms, unfortunately.  Everything from our parenting choices to our choice in school, to our post-baby bodies can be the target of Mom Shaming.

I'm including a post I read on Facebook awhile ago that struck a chord with me and I want to share it again because no matter what choices you make, you are a great Mom and you do need to have faith in that.  And also, be understanding of other Moms' decisions, even if it's not the ones you might make.

Maybe we can stop "Mompeting" and collaborate?
Idealistic?  Maybe...

Why Would Anyone DO That?!?!

I just dropped off the big kid at school and came home to put down the small one for a nap.

The big one runs into the classroom when the door opens without even looking back.
So when I was putting the small one down for her nap, I snuggled her for a lot little longer than I normally would.

I stared at her as she softly snored in my arms.  Feeling nothing but love.

I could never, ever get tired of that.

If you ask anyone how I feel about this pregnancy, they would probably tell you that I already feel overwhelmed.
And I do.
I keep saying, "Why would anyone do this?  Why would anyone have three, THREE children!?"
I'm not naive.  I know that bringing another little person into our family will absolutely be overwhelming.
I've had people tell me that we're going to have out hands full.

If they think we're going to have our hands full, they should see our hearts.

I think that there are days that I will be so tired I'll be teetering all day long.  Just barely keeping afloat.  I know that I will likely yell a little bit more for a few months while my patience is constantly run out before 9am, because I've had another night with next to no sleep.

I think that I will also have days that I simply cannot believe that this is my life.  Who does this?  Who gets to have three amazing, beautiful children and an awesome, supportive husband?  And we all get to live under one roof?!?!

I am consciously trying to enjoy these last weeks of pregnancy.  I'm doing my best not to feel sad or disappointed about my body, the one that is growing a person.  A miraculous human being.  I am enjoying the movements, for the most part and I am remembering that at no other time in my life, will I be able to blame the scale on something TOTALLY legitimate!  I want to cherish and love this time, because although I definitely have moments when I'm "done", I need to focus on what's happening and have faith that my body will return, in time, and with hard work, and that my family will adjust to this new chapter, eventually.

I am so excited to get to the training and racing, but I know that I need to stop and focus on my family too, and if I can involve them in the training and racing, I'm golden.
I don't want to cheat my children out of anything because I am too short-sighted to see that their lives are happening as well.  Yet I know that I would be doing them no service if I didn't pursue my own dreams, while simultaneously being their Mom.

That's some kinda balance, wouldn't 'ya say?

I've got a ton of support, sometimes in the form of opinions and advice, but I'm trying to see it as encouragement and not disapproval or criticism.
Our family will be enduring a challenging adjustment in the coming months, so if I'm nearly absent, pardon me and know that my phone will be piling up with audio blog ideas!

I snapped a quick pic of the small one after I put her down in her crib to nap.
Is she not one of the most beautiful creatures you ever saw!?!
(She's also funny as hell and a pure joy to be around!)

I'm always so happy when they're sleeping!  ;p