The Whole U program at the University of Washington has featured my weight loss and fitness story on their blog website! I am so honored to be part of that program and grateful they have published what I wrote so that it can give other people hope who are struggling with hypothyroid and weight problems.
I asked Michael to write me some notes to describe how he felt going to hot yoga class with me on Saturday, and this is what he posted on Facebook:
Turns out it isn’t always about me.
So today Shelly and I were lounging about having a mostly lazy Saturday. It had been a hectic week for both of us and we needed some down-time. Which in my case usually means sleep more than the cats do, play computer games and generally avoid anything that resembles work, thinking, or in the best case scenario avoiding exercise at all costs. I have this down to a science.
Out of nowhere she asks if I want to go to Hot Yoga at noon with her. Every urge in my body screams to say no, to avoid this and continue in my state of denial of the advanced atrophy my muscles have succumbed to from sitting in chairs all day long at work and generally being a bum when I get home.
Then something strange happened, I am convinced I was momentarily taken over by some supernatural force, the words “yea, I could do that.” escaped from my lips. I tried to pull them back. I hoped she hadn’t heard what I had just uttered. She heard me. I was doomed. I would have to exercise. My only hope was for a tornado, or sharks attacking or a Sharknado.
Alas, I was not to get that lucky. Oh well, it might be good for me. But I sure was going to go into this kicking and screaming the entire way. How dare she take an interest in my health or attempt to make my aching back not hurt so much. Typical selfish woman I thought as I begrudgingly stomped to the closet to look for the shorts I wore the last time I went to hot yoga.
Mind you I had been with her before to hot yoga. It had been at least six months for me. The last time we went I probably looked like a complete idiot, albeit a sweaty and rotund idiot.
At least she didn’t know much more than me back then so I figured I would do ok this time also. The problem here was she has been going four or five times a week for the last six months, and, well, I have been educating my mind by looking for funny cat pictures on the internet when she is at hot yoga. This was a task I undertook with an exceptional amount of pride. However, by comparison I suspect her going to yoga was more beneficial than me finding funny cat pictures.
When we went before I remember we both had some confusion on what the poses meant, how to do them and how to not fall over in front of a room of people. She was in better shape than me back then (and still is) and had lost a lot of weight, but was still a relative beginner at the yoga thing. I had some hope that I would get lucky again and not look like a total moron.
I am about to be in for a rude awakening. As they say “out of the fire, and into the hot yoga room” or something like that.
We get to hot yoga right before noon when it is scheduled to begin. I think I was still hoping maybe they changed daylight savings time and I would get out of this. Or maybe the Mayan zombie apocalypse had occurred and we would be able to go home and maybe get a pizza on the way back to make ourselves feel better. Pizza is much better than exercise I think I mumbled to myself.
Nope, they were open, we were on time and there was lots of room to put down our stuff. To make matters worse the temperature wasn’t bad. The last time I did hot yoga it was around 110 degrees Fahrenheit (I said Fahrenheit for my Canadian friends that might have thought I meant Celsius). It was probably around 95 degrees inside this time. Mind you that is still hot and you are going to sweat, it just isn’t nuclear or the surface of the sun and you are going to die kind of hot as it was previously.
She puts her mat down and grabs another one that is evidently for me. She brought me a large pink mat with cat pictures on it. Not sure why, but evidently my obsession with cat related things has finally rubbed off on her. I go get a wet towel and stick my head into the shower in the men’s locker room so it is a little cooler for me and go back into the room of hot death and forced exercise. I am dreading this, on the outside of course, because I sure couldn’t admit I needed this. Hell no, I would lose my He-Man woman haters club card if I admitted that I needed this.
The girl teaching the class is young, blonde, cute and six months pregnant. Awesome I think to myself, the pregnant woman is going to be able to do all this strange stuff that I can’t and she has a basketball size stomach to contend with. The only good news is so did I. She says the name of the first pose. I think she said it was either Kielbasa or Chewbacca. I don’t know. But I figured if it was Kielbasa I would get to eat and if it was Chewbacca maybe they would cut the class short and we could watch Star Wars. Turns out it wasn’t either one of those.
The class begins.
So I look over at my partner in crime assuming she doesn’t know much more than me. When it hit me. She knows how to do all this stuff now. And really knows how to do this. I also check her out in the yoga pants and my thoughts drift to a place that I can’t write about in this forum because it would end up as a “Yoga Pants Erotica” story. But it was a great view, trust me. I stared for a moment at Shelly and thought “…wow has she come a long way…” She has lost a lot of weight and really is looking quite hot. For a moment I feel like I am cheating on my wife by having these thoughts, then I remember she is my wife, so I can have these thoughts.
She is starting to sweat, it’s hot and it isn’t easy to do all the poses without sweating. My yoga pants fantasy fades away and I of course move north and start my Sports Bra fantasy before the pregnant blonde calls out a new pose and interrupts my inappropriate thoughts of my hot and sweaty wife.
I don’t know what the next pose was, but it should have been called “Crouching Tiger, Breaking Walnuts”. Because if you are a guy attempting to bend over, keep your knees together and lift your arms over your head, trust me, the walnuts are in danger of being broken.
I decide that for self-Preservation I am going to modify this pose a little and not try to squeeze my knees so close. I doubted I would get much sympathy, but I didn’t want to start singing like Jimmy Summerville (most of you won’t get that reference, look up Small Town Boy by Bronksi Beat and you will understand).
Some other poses come up that make no sense what so ever. Something called Tree or Swinging Banana Hammock, then something about a Dog, a Downward Dog or maybe it was Snoop Doggy Dog Style, I didn’t know. I was just watching Shelly and trying to do the stuff she did. I had a success rate of around 42%. Which was 12 percent better than what I had initially calculated I would get.
I keep looking over at her amazed at all the flexibility she had. This was the same woman I knew a few years ago that was glued to a chair playing World of Warcraft and the only stretching we did was to reach for a wine glass. Of note, I am still really good at that pose. For the record, I think it is called a “Forward Fold, Cabernet Lift”. Also I keep going back to watching her bend and thinking about getting some wine out later and pouring her many glasses and seeing if I can get her to show me those poses again, if you know what I mean.
I was really proud of my wife. Of what she has accomplished and what she drives herself to do every day. I was also amazed at how hard this was and how she did it so effortlessly now.
I would try to balance in some strange pose and fall over. She did the same thing and was lunging forward and kicking her leg back at the same time.
I am hoping this motivates me a little and I keep going back. If they can keep the temperature at the same place it was today I could do it more. We shall see, but one thing I know is Shelly is going to keep going back and I love the results, so I support this. That and I may buy her some yoga pants, to try on, at home, after we do the “Cabernet Lift” a few times.
I hope you enjoyed a new perspective, and it was fun to have him in class with me, and to read how he really felt about it!
I have dreamed of visiting base camp at Mt. Everest as long as I can remember – and this article from RMI Expeditions really captures a lot of what fascinates me!
This is the first time I have prepared for a race and to leave town from the airport on the same day. Michael’s 30th high school reunion in Southern California just happens to be the same day as the race. When Anne said she was not able to make it up to Seattle to run with me (torn rotator cuff!), Michael really wanted me to meet him after the race to go to the reunion with him.
I was really stressed out trying to figure out what to pack, and the logistics of trying to squeeze a shower in after the race and before my flight. I woke up at 3:45am, in time to say good bye to Michael, leaving for his 6am flight to SoCal. I had everything laid out last night as “flat Shelly” so getting ready was easy!
I ate 2 packets of trader joes oatmeal (flax seed/cinnamon spice) with raspberries, my smoothie with greens and vitamin mix, and just realized I forgot to eat the banana I bought … Oops … I also made some tea instead of coffee, thought that might be better this morning.
I left the house at 5:20am, and it looked like it was 10am outside (I will never get used to the long days in the summer in Seattle!). The sun was out and the sky was clear, but the temperature was a brisk 46 degrees – about 10 degrees colder than last year! Perfect to start the race, I hate running in hot weather with the sun out!
I found parking easily and stopped to used the port-o-potty near the street. The weird thing was they were mostly all locked – less than an hour before the race – wtf?!
I met up with Anna from Sole Runners – we took the space needle before pics, used the portables (wait time was only a few minutes!), and got into corral 11. Everything was so smooth – and the day was just spectacular! I will probably buy the pictures when I get made an offer that isn’t eleventy billion dollars, for now here is a screen shot of the proof of me and Anna …
It was very cool that Anna recognized Luis from Born to Run standing next to us in the corral (running the full) – we introduced ourselves, said we were both signed up for the 2015 Born to Run 50K, and asked if we could get a picture with him – he was so cool! I can’t wait for that race – just a little nervous about the distance!
The race started at 7am – right on time! I sure missed Anne, and wished she could have been there with us! We started about 7:15am and after a couple miles I said I was going to slow down so I didn’t burn out too early, Anna and I would meet up at the finish line later – and hopefully I will finish in time for a shower! She said it was no problem to use their shower in the hotel.
I was feeling great, and trying to keep my heart rate below 180 – and preferably below 170 as much as possible. It seemed like my pace had to be around 11 minute miles to be in that range – so I was just not going to worry about a finish time, just didn’t want to be physically drained after the race, or risk any problems with getting to the airport due to injury or soreness from pushing too hard.
The course was the same as last year, with some gradual hills, and a few steeper ones getting on the freeway and getting out of the Lake Washington shoreline. It was such a clear and beautiful day, and not hot – just perfect! The views of the mountains were spectacular.
I know my race challenge always begins at around mile 9, and #14 was no different. I was making really great time, hitting mile 10 before 2 hours – I really wondered if it was going to be possible to beat my Long Beach time, I just didn’t know if I could get through the last few miles that fast, due to the hills I knew were there and a struggle for me.
Running on the viaduct was really great, and I overheard somewhere that this was going to be the last race with that opportunity. I felt lucky to be part of it!
I got to mile 12 at 2:30 race time (2:15 with my corral) – and made use of every downhill part to make up time. I ignored my heart rate for this part, and it was around 185ish, and I could really feel that! The awesome coincidence happened again with The Final Countdown coming on during that last mile – that is 4 in a row where that has happened!
The last eighth of a mile or so has a significant hill – which is unavoidable from any approach to Seattle Center so I just had to suck it up. I was so wishing I could be asleep at this moment! I ended up speed walking the hill, I was just too tired to run it at that point. I tried to push harder the last .1 to the finish – and saw my time as 2:33 on Runkeeper. I will take it, much better than other recent races! Again, I will probably buy the pictures at some point, but for now here is a screen shot of the finish line proof.
Anna was at the medical station getting ice, she guesses she finished around 2:15. We got Anne a shirt and I got my Pacific Peaks heavy medal with Bigfoot on it – love it!
It was 10:24 and I did not have enough time to take a shower, so I walked to my car and was bummed because I was smelling really ripe and did not want to be ‘that’ person on the plane. When I sat in my car, I got the most horrible and painful cramp in my left inner thigh! It was a major Charlie horse and hurt like a. MoFo! It took about ten minutes to calm my leg down with stretches and breathing, then I raced to the airport.
While I was driving, I was trying to be efficient with time so I could get to the parking lot shuttle quickly and make it to the gate on time. I took my Half Fanatics shirt off and put the RnR race shirt on – but my running bra was wet with sweat and that was not going to work well. I have a hard enough time getting those things on and off without a shirt on, but trying to do it stealth while driving was contortionist-o-Rama! Then I tried to get my compression pants off, that was NOT going to happen while driving! When I got to the parking lot, I parked in an area where I didn’t see anyone, so I opened my door and the passenger door, stood in between them, and then removed my running pants and put on yoga pants – if anyone saw me, hope you enjoyed the show!
Then the shuttle guy drove up before I could get my regular bra on – I just put it in my backpack, got my suitcase and boarded the shuttle. It was 11:30 and my flight was boarding in 10 min – and the driver kept stopping to pick others up in the parking lot! I was dropped off at 11:45 and ran to security (bra-less, that was “bouncy”!) and got in the TSA PreCheck line, that was not moving due to dealing with 2 people in wheelchairs … Really?! It was 11:50 and I was really worried! Finally I got to the metal detectors and forgot I had my ‘I believe in the Blerch’ pin on my hat – so I beeped … ugh! Fixed that, and ran to gate C10 and saw they were still lined up to board the plane, whew! Then I got ice and water in my cup (dumped out before security – I seriously effin hate that!). I saw a hallway with pay phones and vending machines, and went behind the last one and put on my bra, with a few WTF looks from people (move along, nothing to see here …) – then I was the second to last person to board!
I barely made my flight, but I did get on the plane. Thank God for TSA PreCheck! I walked in as my flight was boarding, then set the beeper off with my Blerch pin I forgot was on my hat. All was fine after that, including it being no big deal that my liquids were in a gallon ziplock in my suitcase, and it was full – and I had the full size spray bottle of beach hair in the suitcase. I ran to the gate and here I am in the airplane typing this post! And just because it was such a rare sight, here is an awesome picture of Mt. Rainier from the airplane – wow!
Sometimes when you almost don’t make it to yoga class, it becomes the best day you could have, better than anything you could have imagined!
This morning my alarm went off at 9:30am, after going to bed at about 12:30am and also after a very busy and sleep deprived week. I don’t remember what happened, but I just remember waking up again and looking at the clock and seeing 10:35 and saying SHIT really loud … Michael and I have plans to go out tonight and the 11am vinyasa class this morning was my only opportunity left for power yoga today. I was thirsty and hungry, and just about laid back down in defeat, thinking that rushing to make it was going to be like a few weeks ago when I arrived right at 11am and the doors were already locked, and I was SUPER bummed.
I decided immediately that I was not going to miss class, even if I got stuck under the heater because the room would already be full arriving barely in time – didn’t matter – I really needed to go. I got up, brushed my teeth, put my hair in a messy bun, grabbed my clothes, made some Zip Fizz, and got my ice water – out the door by 10:53am and everything worked out with the sucky stoplight to allow me to arrive at 10:57am. The doors were not locked, AND my favorite spot by the back door was still available for my mat, even though the room was quite full. Good karma!!
Today we had the English yoga instructor who is doing the vinyasa training – he is less organized in his style but I like his voice and he makes me feel stronger with his slower flows than some of the other instructors where I can barely keep up. And I knew it was meant to be for me to make it to class today when he turned on the music and I heard The Kiss, from Last of the Mohicans – brought tears to my eyes and chills to my body with that level of karma/coincidence and sense of utterly “meant to be” that I made it to THIS class!
This week has been a good yoga week for me with having some awareness of my developing core strength and all the muscles there, and in my arms/shoulders that are much improved. Today I was able to go from high plank to chaturanga without going down to my knees, and I really felt strong and confident in that flow, like never before (usually my arms are shaking and my core feels like spaghetti trying to stay tight).
It was weird, kind of like an out of body experience, or like I switched bodies or something – I don’t know why I could all of a sudden do it – but today I was able to lower myself down pretty well, and it was very gratifying!
What I can’t seem to do easily is flow from chaturanga to up dog without putting my knees down to flatten my feet correctly for the pose. I see other people able to do that without putting their knees down, I’m just not there yet …
I also had a few other breakthroughs and mini-epiphanies while in class today. I wasn’t exhausted at the end, nor was I super over-heated. The room temperature was “normal” for hot yoga, I guess about 105 degrees, and I was really sweaty (as usual), but I didn’t feel drained at all – I felt really good, like if there would have been a Hatha class afterwards I could have stayed for it and done fine. That has never been the case before!
I also have noticed all week in both Hatha and Vinyasa (and sculpt too!) that I am able to think about the breathing correctly during the poses and between them, where that has been a struggle for me most times (I’m lucky to do the pose right, or at all, and whether I’m breathing in or out at that moment, or through my mouth or nose, is hardly able to be considered or I wouldn’t be able to hold the pose). I also was feeling the weight of my body evenly in all parts of my feet, and hands at times, spreading out fingers and toes as needed. Every time I have done down dog this week, it has actually been a resting pose and felt good. For the longest time that pose has been difficult to hold with my shoulder pain, and it was too much for my arms. I also do not like being upside down or inverted, makes me dizzy. Now when I do forward folds or down dog, it feels really good.
I can feel my body getting stronger, and I can feel the muscles that I am working with each pose. That kind of awareness has taken more than a year to develop, and it is such a new and “awe-inspiring” perspective for me. I thought about how I felt for so long in boot camp, running, and in yoga, where I’m muddling through but not sure if I am doing anything correctly in form, and keeping my eyes away from any mirrors that would humiliate me and crush my self-esteem.
Today has been a good day, I am aware of significant changes in my body over the past year that are taking me to “physical” places I have never experienced before in my life. I never knew I could feel this way from the inside out – so strong, peaceful, healthy, and alive!
Today in my vinyasa hot yoga class I was able to hold a side plank on both sides twice without going down to one knee.
I couldn’t believe it! I could feel my core holding me up, and the strength I have developed there to be able to hold my hip up in the air with less weight resting on my arm. I did not lift my leg up in full expression, not there quite yet!
It is just huge for me to not have to go down to one knee to do this pose!
I am still on my knees doing chaturanga, and looking forward to posting about overcoming that obstacle sometime in the future!
But for now, I am happy with another milestone in yoga practice, especially when it indicates some improvement in my upper body strength and overcoming the problems with the pain in my right upper arm! I posted to Facebook about it when I was posting on the Cardio Challenge page …
Ten years ago Michael replied to my profile on Match.com – and the rest is history! I simply cannot believe it has been ten years – I remember that day so clearly, like it was yesterday! We’ve had our ups and downs, and what a ride it has been! I’m so glad I answered his message – I love you Michael!
After missing yoga by one minute on Saturday morning (door was locked, ugh!), and then not being able to go to yoga yesterday due to the Seahawks/49ers playoff game party, I was really feeling anxious and in great need for a good detoxifying hatha class tonight, especially since I leave on another work trip tomorrow to central Washington and will not be able to go to yoga class again until Thursday evening, IF I make it home in time.
Well, I got to class ten minutes early, and the room was already packed so I was stuck in the way interior of the studio, under the heater – right there I should have just walked out and said no. Under great pressure to end my 8 day streak without any yoga classes, I bit the bullet and set up my mat under the freaking heater.
By the time we got to dancer, I was delirious and could hardly see straight. I couldn’t wipe the sweat off fast enough to even see! When I had to move to the back of the mat to do balancing stick, the floor was so hot that it made my feet burn through my towel and mat! It was like walking on concrete in Palm Springs without shoes in the middle of summer, and I was DYING! For the first time in a very long time, I had to go to child’s pose during triangle, and I felt like a complete loser. Just to psych myself out that I wasn’t wasting time, I went into pigeon pose – holding it and switching legs through everyone else doing triangle/half-full vine/bird of paradise. I stood up to do forehead to knee and tree pose, but was shaking so bad I could hardly stand.
Then it was time to hit the mat, and it was as if my mat was over hot coals! I was laying on a freaking frying pan – OMG! I thought I would be ok getting through the rest of class, but it was SO much hotter on the floor that I literally felt like I was cooking. I cannot believe I got to the end of class without getting up to leave – it took everything I had in me to stay!
The next time I get stuck in a hot yoga class that full, and the only place left is under the heater, I am leaving without feeling the tiniest shred of guilt – torture by fire should not be part of anyone’s yoga practice!
When I get to Centralia later in the evening tomorrow, I will do 45 minutes on the elliptical machine – and repeat the same thing on fat burning mode on Wednesday night at the hotel (30 minutes on elliptical, then 10-20 minutes running on the treadmill, then another 20 minutes on the elliptical). Then hopefully I will make it back in time for the 5pm hatha class on Thursday AND get my spot near the door away from the heater!
I saw several new year resolution follow ups on Facebook this week for 2013, some of which were talking about goals last year of running 13 races in 2013. Some people met their goal, others didn’t. I thought about making some sort of commitment like that for 2014 and was thinking at first that I would commit to finishing 14 half marathons in 2014. Then I was thinking about my first full marathon planned at the San Diego Rock n Roll, and thought it might be better to commit to 14 races finished in 2014, either full or half marathon. So, there it is – I’m committing to it here, and I already did on Facebook.
So my tentative plan to meet my goal is as follows:
March 8, 2014: Half Marathon – Lake Sammamish Half, Redmond to Issaquah, WA
March 15, 2014: Half Marathon – St. Paddy’s Day Run, Tacoma, WA
May 18, 2014: Half Marathon – Portland Rock n Roll
June 1, 2014: *First Full Marathon* – San Diego Rock n Roll
June 21, 2014: Half Marathon – Seattle Rock n Roll
July 13, 2014: Half Marathon – See Jane Run, Seattle, WA
July 20, 2014: Half Marathon – Chicago Rock n Roll
August 2, 2014: Half Marathon – Tacoma Narrows Half
August 23, 2014: Half Marathon – Lululemon SeaWheeze, Vancouver, BC
September 14, 2014: Half Marathon – You Go Girl, Tacoma, WA
October 12, 2014: Half or Full Marathon – Long Beach, CA
October 26, 2014: Half Marathon – Vancouver, BC Rock n Roll
November 16, 2014: Half or Full Marathon – Las Vegas Rock n Roll
November 30, 2014: Half or Full Marathon – Amica Seattle
I have the 2014 Rock n Roll Tour Pass that I won, which is awesome, but the travel expenses are still a factor. I will do more of those races if I can make affordable travel arrangements, but at this point I’m not sure. Chicago is on my wish list for July 2014, which would also be a wonderful trip with my daughter, Brianna, to the Art Institute – I sincerely hope I can do that!
I will post revisions on my schedule as they come up, but so far this seems doable. There are other local races I can sign up for this summer/fall if I can’t travel or a race sells out. I really wanted to do the OC Half Marathon in early May, I just don’t know if I can make it to SoCal twice in 30 days, and I really want to do the San Diego Rock n Roll, if I have to make a choice.
The commitment to a challenging physical training schedule will be great preparation for qualifying for Boston in 2016 with my brother and sister-in-law, and for Everest in 2017! I should be able to narrow down what I need to work on to finish a marathon in 3:55 after all these races in 2014. How cool would it be if I am able to improve to that level by this time next year? WAY COOL!
Stay tuned …