Things got a little crazy there for a bit.. Work, family and other random things, I didn’t follow through on #30days hustle of 15 posts last month but I am back!
Today, I want to talk about the opportunity I got a few weekends back to do something that I didn’t think I would have do. When I started this Crossfit thing, I wasn’t doing it to compete in any competitions. I wasn’t doing it to have any sort of medal hanging on my wall or anything like that. I started it to be a healthy dad. My wife started it to be a strong healthy mom.
Fast forward almost a year, we are walking up to my second competition and my wife’s first. We are Team DearSkin and we are competing in the “Sweetheart Scuffle” together as a couple. Everyone we work out with suggested we not work out on the same team but we did it anyways. The first WOD wasn’t as bad as we expected, we came out and did better than a few teams. We didn’t go into this looking for a medal, we wanted to finish. We didn’t want to come in last. That was the goal.
The second WOD was a powerlifting meet basically, and I was excited. I knew we were a strong couple but this WOD proved we were physically stronger than most. Caty stepped up to the bar and did something she didn’t think she could do, she snatched 85 pounds from the ground to overhead in one move. She was one of the top girls in the scaled division. I stepped up and Caty decided it was time to dance and be goofy. According to her, I turn into a psycho when I lift heavy, so she wasn’t surprised when I politely asked her to dance a little to the left so I could death stare at the wall. This picture came from that even and I think it is an amazing depiction of our relationship. Caty is intensely watching as I am trying to do something I haven’t ever done before. She came unglued when the weight hit my shoulders and I stood up. Hello, new PR. Hello 230 pound Clean and Jerk. We finished 5th in the competition in the second WOD because we are physically strong.
Then the third WOD showed up and showed us that we seriously are a strong couple. The wait time between the second and third workout was pushing 2 hours and I was getting anxious and worried and overly nauseous because I wanted to finish this workout, and it definitely looked like the workout was going to be brutal. Finally the workout gets moving and we are knocking the first part out like its the easiest thing we have ever done. That feeling immediately stopped when we moved into the next part of the workout. Partner Fran. My wife had never done a thruster over about 55 pounds and her shoulder was acting up… So that first thruster scared the hell out of her and I could tell the first thought of “We aren’t finishing” clicked in. We got through those 21 as quick as we could and moved to the pull-ups, which were scaled to jumping pull-ups. I can do traditional but I figured, for times sake, I would jump. Got rolling into them and then snap… rolled my ankle off the 45 pound weight I was jumping off. That sucked. We got thru Fran and went into Grace. Another ball of suck, Caty was struggling, my ankle was throbbing and we were running up on our 15 minute cut off. We finished though. 14 minutes and 15 seconds. We finished and we kinda made out… and I slapped her butt before I went and laid down on the floor.
This event proved to me that my wife and I can do just about anything we try. We are both physically and emotionally strong. Now it’s time for the Open… and let’s just say 14.1 kicked my ass.
I have mentioned before that I am a strong believer in the Advocare product line. We are distributors and we are most definitely ‘users’ of the products. With that being said today I begin my 5th Advocare 24 day. My previous results have been awesome, but with work, a young kid and just general laziness old habits creep back into play on a daily basis. I begin this journey at almost 280 pounds and I have gotten as low as 237. I am starting this challenge 10 pounds heavier than my lowest weight, and 5 pounds over where I was when I had to finished my last challenge.
My stats going into this challenge are:
Measurements: Chest: 48 in – Waist:44 in – Hips: 43 in – Thigh: 24 in
This will be my first full challenge (we ended the last one early because of illness) while doing Crossfit and running this blog. I plan on posting occasionally about how it is going. I have an intense plan for this challenge. This will be the best results I have gotten. I will be getting 4-5 workouts in a week, doing extra ab work after each workout (unless the workout was an ab wrecker already, cough cough Annie), I am going to start running a few times a week as well, whether it is to and from the gym or a planned run/5k, I will be dominating this challenge.
Anyone want to jump on this with my wife and I? I know a guy that can get you the hook up. Ha.
P.S – Sorry about the topless pictures of myself. Gotta start somewhere.
There I was standing on the podium getting my third place metal for a Crossfit competition. Crossfit, a workout that I swore I would never do before I was introduced to it 7 or 8 months before the competition. The picture hit Facebook, Instagram, and twitter… I posted it. I was proud, I had gotten third place in a competition that forced me to do some things that I never thought I would be able to do… A PULL UP!
Here’s the truth: There were three people in my division. I knew that going in and I was OK with it. I told people that asked me about it that there were only three in the division, it wasn’t about that. It was about being able to do three workouts without scaling ONE movement during the day. If we were told to do pull-ups, I was doing full blown pull-ups. If it asked for double-unders… GOT IT. I was ready.
The emotions that went through my head that day, I think resemble the emotions everyone goes through during tough times or tough workouts. The first being excitement. I was excited when we were getting ready to start, and then once the timer started and I blasted through the first exercise in about 30 seconds and knocked out 12 straight pull-ups like someone who had been doing them since high school (I couldn’t do one 9 months ago)… I was on fire. I was about to make this 12 minute workout look easy.
Back Story: I knew going in that jumping rope was apart of the workout and it would be the part that would kill me. I practiced everyday I went to the gym for 10 minutes before we would start. I got better. I did 37 double jumps in a row without screwing up…
Back to the competition, time to jump rope… I am stud at these now, or so I thought. Started my first series of jumps and nailed 25 of the hundred I had to do. Then everything came to a screeching halt. One. Jump. At. A. Time. The second emotion popped up… Major Frustration.
Frustration followed by exasperation… It got comical. After a few choice words that I won’t type on here, I finally just had to laugh. After 5 minutes of trying to 100 double unders finished, my judge said I could move on. So, back to the beginning. Clear your mind, start at the beginning, second chance. I told myself, out loud, and I am sure everyone heard it to MAN UP and get done. Quick through the first exercise, fly through the pull-ups. Back to my friend the jumprope. Same result. Didn’t finish the workout, ran out of time.
Welcome anger to the emotions. I walked out of the box pretty pissed off and not happy with myself. My support group (wife, kid and father in law) came over and my father in laws first word were “DUDE, you murdered those pull-ups. I am proud of you”. That helped some.
All this was during the first hour. The first workout of the day, I had two more to go.
I started this workout so excited and probably overly confident and that was shattered about one minute into the workout. Where I went wrong was letting the emotion take me over and shut me down. Once my head was gone, the workout was over. Three steps to prevent this from happening again:
- Stop for a second, take a deep breathe and laugh.
- Think about why you are doing what you are doing, whether its a workout, extra shift at work, or anything that even remotely adds stress to your every day life. My kid was right there on the ropes watching and even yelling GO GO GO as I worked. I was too busy complaining in my head to look over and see the best cheerleader in the world yelling for her daddy.
- Cheesy as it is: Go Finding Nemo on whatever it is and JUST KEEP SWIMMING. Once you remember why you are doing what you are doing, keep your mind right and GO.
The first workout threw me off, the second workout wore me out, but the third workout lifted me up and made me feel like Thor again. The last workout was one that I had done before and it literally left me on the floor in a pool of sweat and pain. This time it killed me, but I killed it 45 seconds faster than I did last time. I was back to that first emotion of excitement when I threw the bar down and yelled really loud.
I got my medal, I went to lunch with friends, and then I checked my world ranking to see where I ranked against all the other 30-40 males in the country… Tomorrow I will tell you about the emotions of realizing you were ranked DEAD LAST in the country.
Over the last six months, I have been involved in a few different social experiments with author Jon Acuff. The first was the Start Experiment, where for 30 days he challenged you to start pursuing whatever that dream you have been holding off on, then came Dreamers and Builders, which was the post-Dave Ramsey Era Start Experiment, and now I am in my second round of #30Days of Hustle. Through these experiments I have gotten the opportunity to meet, chat and hopefully work with a ton of new people from all sorts of different walks and dreams.
One in particular posted a question on the #30Days site on day one and I saw 100’s and 100’s of response hit. Ryan Eller, from ryaneller.com, was talking about ‘what’s on your bucket list’ and his new #liveyourlist movement. People were responding with travel to Italy, climb a mountain, produce a film worth seeing (that was me) and many others. Ryan has already given the gift of crossing off a bucket list item to two different people and is working on more.
I thought about what was on my bucket list, or if I even had one for that matter and I realized I hadn’t ever written it out for someone to see. I spent some time looking through Ryan’s site and found his post “Bucket List by Threes” and decided to post my list here for everyone to see and hold me accountable to. I will add it as a tab at the top of this page and cross off things as I compete them, but will also continue to add things.
- Take my wife to Italy
- Take Family to Disneyland
Baseball Tour with Dad and Brother(Fenway and Hall of Fame)
- Chicago Baseball Tour with Dad and Brother
- Visit my top 25 sports venues
- Augusta on Championship Sunday with Dad
- Ski/Snowboard a Double Diamond anywhere
- Learn to play the guitar
- Certified in all Apple Editing Programs (FCPx, Motion, etc)
- Master’s Degree in Communications
- Cooking Classes
- Coach K’s softball/soccer/basketball team
- Run a
5k, 10k, half marathon with my wife
- Shoot a documentary of a mission trip
- Volunteer yearly during holidays with friends and family
- Kids Debt-Free in college
- Buy a house that is perfect for family, church and friend get togethers
- Own a motorcycle
Life Goals (need to work on these to make sure they are measurable and SMART)
- 220 pound goal weight
- 1000 pounds on Crossfit Total
- Half Marathon in under 2:30 (I’m not a runner)
- Catch a foul ball at a baseball game
Sit Front Row, Courtside at a Dallas Mavericks Basketball game during the Dirk Era
- Hang out with a Penguin. A real live penguin.
Shake hands with Nolan Ryan
- Hole in One
- Make the Bells, Lights and Whistles go off on a huge slot machine in Vegas
- Play in World Series of Poker
- Eat dinner with Bryan Cranston and Aaron Paul.
- Take Batting Practice from a Major League Pitcher (Current or Former)
NBA Finals Game(Mavs Championship Run, Game 5) World Series Game(Rangers First World Series)
Check out Ryan’s outline to building a list and DO IT! Send me a link when you do and let me see it (Send it to Ryan also)
The Super Bowl is, as much if not more, about marketing and branding than it is about football. Dober-HuaHua, Doritos Time Machines, #BestBud from Budweiser and all the other advertisements either went for the funny or went for the heartstrings. These brands spent a ton of money to get their names on the biggest stage. It got me thinking about how I “market” myself and my family, and how people in general market themselves on their platforms whether it is everyday at work, on Facebook, in the gym or anywhere for that matter.
Everyone knows the guy at work that the first thing out of their mouth when asked how they are doing is “I’m exhausted”, “I’m barely making it” or the ever positive “wish I was somewhere else”. I was that guy. The tiredness was brought on by late night Call of Duty marathons before I was married and later was caused by sleepless nights with a newborn. Also, I am known to have a bit of a dirty mouth when I get fired up or tired. I hate it, but years of not caring what came out of my mouth has made it a tough habit to change. Soon enough, even though I am trying, I know my kid is going to repeat something and I will feel like a huge idiot. What does it tell everyone around you if your go-to response to anything is immediate negativity or just simple profanity?
Going around the office, or looking through Facebook/Twitter, I have started to really notice a trend in how people are marketing themselves to the masses. I can guarantee that I will see an anti-religion post, hard core republican post and posts about what food I shouldn’t touch on my Facebook daily. Somethings I enjoy keeping to myself than trying to incite an argument with my “digital friends” that I haven’t talked to since 2006. My wife has a a ‘friend’ on a social site that she graduated with and, as bad as it is, we have made a game out of reading their profile to see what insane thing they will say that day. The topics range from wild stories about drinking, smoking and fighting to full blown racist tirades. I have never met the guy but I am pretty sure I know who he does and doesn’t like in our country from a few simple posts on Facebook.
So, if I am going to talk about what everyone else is posting, I need to examine my billboard. I could/have been labeled a Crossfit Addict, Advocare peddlin’ (that’s the nice version of that label) guy that takes too many pictures of his kid. People have criticized me numerous times for posting about CF on my Twitter and Facebook, and I get it. That’s a huge knock on people in that community is we like to talk about it.
One time I saw a movie, and I liked it a lot… but I didn’t tell anyone.
People talk about things they like/love. Some people talk about it too much. I may be one of those people, I can admit that. When you find something, even as simple as new flavor of coffee, it is human nature to talk about it.
All I would say to anyone who see this is stop down for a few and look at your conversations, look at your online billboard and look at yourself and see what you are telling everyone about who you are?
The one thing you can label me as on any social site and I will never change, is the guy that likes taking pics of his kid and wife. That is something I am proud to be. If someone is annoyed by my kid’s goofy moment of the day, I gladly invite them to click the ignore button. /soapbox
So tomorrow morning is your first birthday party, and I know you’re real birthday was almost two weeks ago but we had to hold off the celebration so your mom didn’t infect the world with what some thought may have been the cause of the disease in “The Walking Dead”. Now that everyone is back in good health, we are planning a throwdown stocked full of cupcakes and hot dogs for you tomorrow.
I know you can’t read obviously, but I wanted to write you a thank you letter. This past year has been a life changer for me. You have brought happiness into areas of your mom and my life that we didn’t know existed. You have healed many a deep pain for many people in our family. But most of all, you have made it pretty apparent that I need to step my game up as a dad and person to be able to hang with you. I remember the first night you were born, we had the shot to let the nurse take you to the nursery so that we could sleep a little, we told them “don’t touch my kid! We got this!” and your mom took a big long nap while you and I sat and listened to Zac Brown Band, Shane and Shane and anything else that was in my phone until 3 or 4 in the morning. I stared at you and thought “this is both the coolest and scariest thing I have ever seen”. Thanks for making me think that still to this day.
It seems like since Halloween, you have grown from our little baby to a crazy (not bad) little toddler-esque human. You run, you talk, you fall, you scream, you eat real food, but most importantly you are such a sweet little girl. Christmas Eve morning when you looked up and said “Hi dad” when I walked in to wake you up, I fell apart.
I am looking forward to hearing all the new things you will say this year. As you grow I am looking forward to seeing you love sports (or whatever), even if it is soccer, which I will have trouble coaching because I know nothing. I look forward to you getting more and more friends.
As you dive into that red velvet super sized cupcake tomorrow, I want you to know that I love you and thank God (and your mom, because she did some serious work) daily for letting me be your dad. You are cool as can be.
There is a group on Facebook that was an off-shoot of one of the Jon Acuff challenge groups that I participate in that has started up. It’s a group for men, where we can be transparent about family stuff, man stuff and God stuff. The topics range from good books to how to mask a fart at the gym… I was asking for a friend by the way…
Anyways a few weeks back one of the guys posted a question about punching bags. More specifically, he asked if any of the other men feel like punching bags because we caught crap because of how the media portrays men, husbands and fathers. Many of the guys agree that men are portrayed as drunk, lazy husbands that don’t care to much about their wives and kids, and genuinely seem to hate their life.
There were quite a few responses on if the way media portrays men is legit. There were some guys that thought it was true because they know some guys that just don’t take part in anything. They work, They eat, they sleep. Others took it as complete disrespect. These men are out fighting for their families on a daily basis. They are working. They come home and play with their kids. They date their wives. They go to bed exhausted every night because they know just because they clocked out at work, they are now clocking into the real job.
I don’t know why thinking about this the last week or so has me so fired up, but it does. Men need to step up and show that they are not the beer drinking, remote controlling, “get off my lawn” morons that we are portrayed as on the TV. Rick Grimes in the Walking Dead is LITERALLY fighting for his family… against crazy zombies. Walter White cooked meth to sav… ok thats not a good example. There are some good ones out there. Ignore the Homer Simpson’s and Dexter Morgan’s out there…
I hope my friends, coworkers but most importantly my wife and kid know that I am out there fighting for them everyday. I am not the best at it and sure as heck get tired and need a break but it is for them. I am not Homer Simpson.
What is one thing you can do to prove that you aren’t the man that the TV claims you are today?