Posts tagged The Knife

Sweat Angels

Since starting this intense training regimen about four months ago we have come to coin a new term in the gym – the sweat angel.

Obviously see where it came from. It’s kind of like a snow angel but made up entirely from your sweat. It happens when you are working out so hard that you flop on the floor like a freshly caught fish twitching and gasping for oxygen on a ship’s deck.

This is a pretty good sweat angel from my workout partner, Taryn. We usually both leave at least one of these on the floor after every workout.


My girlfriend’s daughter Anna visiting the ICG

Why are you here?,” is a common question I’ve heard over the course of the last few months. It’s usually thrown out there during a particularly painful moment of the workout, designed to get the mind off the temporarily-excruciating present and keep your eye on the bigger picture.

The first few times Blaine asked that question I didn’t really have an answer. But I began to think about it after workouts. Why AM doing this? It’s really hard. The workouts are long and grueling, the diet is tough and I’m constantly sore. But it also makes me feel fast and strong and fitter than I have been in years. But why am I really doing this?

I’m doing it for the control. Over myself, my body, my situation and my future.

The responsibility. To commit to something and accomplish it. I haven’t been as faithful as I should have been but I’m gonna finish strong.

And for the discipline – to gain it. The interesting thing about something that requires you to be strong is it shows you your weakness.

This experience, like any lunge, squat or deadlift, is making me stronger so I can meet real-world challenges. The reason I’m here is because I want to be healthy, strong and stable for myself and for the people I love.

The Baseline

It all starts with the baseline. It’s a way to gauge fitness levels. Or, for me, a way to find out how out of shape I am. It consists of:

500m row

40 air squats

30 sit ups

20 pushups

10 pull ups

*Full disclosure: I couldn’t even do ONE pull up by myself. And FYI, having a 5-ft-nothing tall woman helping you heave yourself upwards to finish a set of 10 pushups is an exquisitely embarrassing situation.

I finished this baseline workout in 9 minutes and 37 seconds – and was only sore for the rest of the week!