How I spent my Spring (non)Break

The orange blossoms are blooming.  The bees are buzzing.  The noses are sneezing.  It can only mean one thing, Spring has sprung.  Now, here in Socal, spring is no big thing.  Really, it’s just like winter, but with more allergies.  We do, however, still get to celebrate spring break and let me tell you, I need this break like no other.  I’ve wrapped up my second quarter of grad school and my fifth graders are suffering from the hormonal imbalance I (and Thumper) like to call, twitterpation.  I very much do not want to see the inside of a classroom for a good long while.  Or at least a week.  Which is exactly how much Spring Breaking I get to do.

Beside prepping to see my gals in Atlantic City next month, I am going to be spending this week not working out.  That’s right, I’m banning myself from the gym.  Except for kickboxing.  Because shit gets crazy when I have to carry around all that pent-up aggression.  Trust me, it’s for the good of everyone that I get to kick and hit things twice a week.  But other than that, I’m taking my fitness to the streets, Step Up style.  I’ve even compiled a list.

10 Ways I Will Kind of Not Workout This Week  (a la Letterman)

10.  Bowling – Serious arm workout, son.  I plan on using a heavy (well, heavier than the normal 7 pounder I throw) ball and switch arms with every throw.   Luckily I care not about my score!

9. Roller Skating – The skating rink in my town is offering a discount in honor of spring break and I plan to take advantage.  I’m seriously looking into becoming a Derby girl, I just have to see if I still got the skillz.  Couples skate, anyone?

8.  Hiking – I want to do a one-nighter, overnight hiking trip this week.   In preparation of the Muir trail, of course.  And to try out my portable potty.

7.  Body Boarding – Yes, I plan to get my booty in that cold Pacific and ride some waves.

6.  Moving Furniture – I love rearranging furniture.  When my stuffs in one spot for too long, it kind of makes me crazy.  I’ll be mixing things up this week.

5.  Zoo/Disneyland – San Diego Wild Animal Park and Disneyland are on the docket for kid entertainment.  We have passes that are sitting at the bottom of my purse so it’s time to put them to good use.  Must resist the Churro cart.

4.  Backyard Wrestling – This may or may not include alcohol.  I love to wrestle.  I know, it’s weird.

3.  Trampolining – We’ll be frequenting the local Sky Zone as soon as my kids start bouncing off the walls at home.  Trampoline dodgeball is also a possibility.

2.  Bike Riding – I don’t even own a bike, but I really want to start family bike riding excursions.  I live very close to shops and the fact I get in my car and drive the mile down the street to the grocery store is super sad.  Time to get me a dope ride with sick shocks, yo.

1. Rock Climbing –  This week I want to go to high places and I want it to be hard to get there.  No gym required.


Climbing the Walls

I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m a bit attention deficit.  A couple years ago, I was diagnosed with Adult ADD and Depression.  I get distracted easily, I switch topics, I talk during movies.  Actually, I talk all the time.  I can’t stop the thoughts from flowing out of my brain and into the universe where they are likely clogging up some cosmic energy highway.  And I get bored.  A lot.  Right now, I’m bored with my fitness routine.  In one way, I love routine.  It’s dependable and I know what to expect.  I know I won’t fail because I’ve done it before.  For example, I know I can run a half marathon on very little sleep and/or training and still live.  Yeah, I might be miserable the whole time and it’ll probably take me the entire four hours to finish…but I am confident I will finish.

Inevitably, there comes a point in my workout routine where I give up.  I stop going to the gym.  I hit snooze when my morning run alarm goes off.  I give in to a bunch of cravings that I haven’t indulged in months, which usually means chili fries and beer for dinner.  Staying fit for me really is a two steps forward, one step back process.  And I’ve totally made peace with that.  But in order to recharge my fitness battery, I need lots of different activities.  I’m a member of five different gyms.  FIVE.  I’m paying five different establishments when I could, theoretically, weight train in my living room and run my neighborhood for free.  Instead, I’m spending a small fortune because of my workout ADD.

One of the places I’ve joined is Hangar 18 Indoor Climbing Gym.  I don’t know what I was thinking when I signed on for this.  I’m afraid of heights and I have trust issues…rock climbing probably isn’t something that is going to come naturally to me.  I struggle with it every time.  And that’s why I’m hooked!

Or it could just be the shoes.

Or it could just be the shoes.

My first experience climbing the indoor rock walls tested all my limits.  First, I had to properly settle into my harness.  There is nothing more flattering than a strap of canvas cutting off the circulation to your groin.  I spent a great deal of time worrying about the way the harness made my butt look.  Someone was going to be standing down below me.  I wanted to make sure they had the best view I had to offer.  Once I was uncomfortably strapped into the device, I had to sit and listen to this dude teach me how to belay my climbing partner.  Do you even understand how hard it is for me to sit and listen when there are colorful things to touch?  I thought the training would make me feel more secure but my partner was my strong, yet tiny, friend Amy.  I was seriously doubting her ability to support my weight if I fell, even with the help of the pulley system and her amazing biceps.

Does this harness make my butt look big?

Does this harness make my butt look big?

Once our instructor turned us loose, fear immediately took over.  The idea is to keep to one path, using only the grips that are color coded for a specific climb.  The climbs are rated by difficulty.  That red one I’m on in that pic was rated as super easy…the second to the easiest climb in the building.  What makes the task so difficult is that you have to problem solve as you’re climbing.  You’re supposed to survey the layout and find the best path up with the holds you are given. It’s like a game of chess, only with more sweat. My problem is that the best path isn’t always evident to me so I waste a great deal of energy just holding on while I determine my next move.  Then my hip would start to cramp or my fingers would give out.  Then I’d think of falling and how that would probably catapult poor Amy into the air.  It was an awful sight in my head.

This was my problem. I couldn’t get out of my head long enough to focus on figuring out a strategy.  And I realized, as I was straddling this wall and holding on for dear life, that this was a metaphor for my entire life.   And you know what I did?  I gave up.  Yep.  I called down to Amy that I was ready to fall.  She tried to push me, telling me I could do it, but I felt so uncomfortable with my new epiphany that I couldn’t stand to be up on that wall for another second.

I tried a second climb but it ended pretty similarly to the first.  Halfway up and I bailed.  I was starting to piss myself off.  The more I failed at this, the more motivated to conquer my fears I became.  I didn’t make it all the way to the top that first day of climbing.  I still haven’t made it all the way to the top.  But there’s something therapeutic that comes from the stress I feel during climbs.  It’s exhilarating to know I am strong enough to literally lift myself up and over a mountain.  Even if the mountain is made of plastic.  I’m excited to see where this exercise will lead me.  And I’m excited to experience what it will be like when I finally reach the top.

Hard Core

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