Happy New Year, everyone!

September 4th, 2010

Happy New Year!

No, I’m not crazy!

Where and when I grew up, school started the Tuesday after Labor Day. My big brother started school when I was about 3 and I couldn’t WAIT to start school myself. I was enamored with school. I wanted to go and I remember waiting for him each and every day to come home. I remember my mother finally relenting and sending me to nursery school the next year, because I was so insistent about SCHOOL.

I spent the next 19 years in school – 2 in preschool, 11 in elementary, junior high and high school, 4 in college and 2 in grad school. When I graduated from college, I married a guy who worked in the school system. Before he left, we had a son who was ready for preschool, himself. He spent the next 19 years in school. Until he was in college, school began either right after Labor Day, or at worst, a few days before the holiday weekend.

From the time I was three till I was 47, the year began in September, ended with the end of June and then there was the summer – a time out of the regular year. Fall was always a time of new beginnings. Shopping and new clothes. New subjects, new teachers, new friends, fresh chances. Enervating summer heat gave way to new energy as the air turned crisp. Reinvigorated, we both embraced our new academic challenge and reveled in our free time, now scarce and precious in a way it wasn’t at the end of summer.

This year, even though I’ve left academics behind for a while, a number of things have changed in my life, and I’m feeling the same reinvention of myself that I felt in years past. I’m ready to get moving, get things done and feel the newness of a “New Year!”

So, I challenge you to feel the freshness in the air and renew your commitment to yourself and your personal growth, spiritually, mentally, emotionally and in physical health. Get out, enjoy the weather, enjoy new and old friends, enjoy God’s creation!

Happy New Year, everyone!

Blogging about not blogging…

August 25th, 2010

It’s been months since I’ve written anything coherent enough to post here. Many days, I haven’t been together enough to write my name. And yet, for all that, I’m still hanging in.

You see, the first weekend in April is the last time I did any exercise that didn’t result in at least mild discomfort within hours. Somewhere in the week preceding Easter, I did something, or more likely a combination of somethings, that caused pain in my lower back.

It took 5 or 6 weeks of chiropractic and medical care to be healed enough for me to resume most of my activities. Long enough to lose most of my cardio conditioning and a fair amount of muscle tone. And, even though I’m able to do almost everything I used to be able to do, there are many more limits on how much and how often I can do things like run 6 miles or ride the trails on my mountain bike.

Add that to a crisis in my home life and what I got was depression. An ever deepening fog that sucked me in and blanketed my days. Makes it tough to do the basics, almost impossible to do what moves you forward and blind to the light at the end of tunnel.

Fortunately for me, my business is fitness. So, sooner or later, the basics of my day includes exercise. Hard, sweat inducing, heart-pounding, muscle-tiring exercise. Daily! Because I advertised the classes in the moments I was lucid enough to realize I had to. And slowly, the daily dose of endorphins are performing their magic. The fog is lifting.

Not all day and not every day. But enough to see the path that God seems to be leading me on. Enough to see encouragement in the response to my running classes (still a month away). Enough to be grateful for my friends and students (often one and the same) and, finally, enough to put fingers to keyboard to write again.

So, now, I’ll shut down for now, get myself out of the car, drag my bike out of the back and thank God for this gorgeous, slightly cooler and drier morning and go get me a dose of endorphins —- and since I’m riding alone, maybe even a bunch of adrenalin!

This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24

Trees don’t get scared…

March 8th, 2010

Perhaps I should remember certain facts more often… One thing that I know but don’t bother to think about very often is that trees don’t get scared. Not even if you ride directly at them on a mountain bike. Not even if you yell at them. At least, they don’t get scared enough to move out of the way.

Trees probably don’t get scared because they KNOW that you won’t really damage them if you do hit them. In fact, they’re pretty sure that you’ll walk away the loser. And, you know something, THEY’RE RIGHT! Running into a tree hurts!

How did this come to mind this week? Well, you see, it all started when I couldn’t find my biking gloves – something which actually happened months ago, and I stopped riding with hand protection. But, yesterday, out riding with a friend, I managed to get a briar vine running through my fingers (ring and middle) as I was riding. And it was doing a pretty painful thing to my hand. So, my attention was pretty well diverted.

And so was my direction. To the other side of the trail and a bit beyond… and there was the tree.

It didn’t move.

My brakes didn’t stop me fast.

I screamed at the tree.

It still didn’t move.

My brakes still didn’t slow me fast enough.

Lessons learned?

1. Protect yourself. My head was fine. I had a helmet (never ride without one, road or trail!). But my arm is scraped, my wrist is jammed, and of course, there’s a nasty tear between 2 fingers. If I’d had gloves, or even mentioned it to my friend and she’d lent me a pair, this wouldn’t have happened.

2. Pay attention. Don’t be distracted by small discomforts. Especially when bigger, nastier dangers lurk.

3. Trees don’t move. Rocks are gonna be there. The planet doesn’t care. Adventure sports can be a blast. But sometimes, you come out on the short end. Be ready for it. Anticipate it, but don’t fear it. Minimize the damage and move on. I rode for another half hour, then went running on those same trails for another hour. Had a blast. Feel a bit stiff and sore this morning, so I’m going golfing.

Stay safe out there!

I challenge you to…
Beat me at my own game!

January 14th, 2010

I’ve been doing the weight managment thing a pretty long time. Four years to lose what I needed to lose (YEP, FOUR years – it’s a process), almost two years maintaining, and NOW, I’m starting to let it creep up! EEEK! NO, this WILL NOT HAPPEN!

I stepped on the scale yesterday morning and saw I had passed the NO PASS zone… those of you who have lost weight know what I mean – the number you never wanted to see again. I was doing great through Christmas. I even did pretty well on my vacation. But, last week was the pits. A combination of hormonally and emotionally induced eating, travel to Houston (lots of good restaurants here!) and the creeping bad habits which has been going on the last few months combined to push me over the top….

So, I’m officially putting out a challenge – I’m gonna lose a minimum of EIGHT pounds in the next month. 31 days. (I’m not going to lose more than 13 pounds, since that would reflect to fast a weight loss.) I know how to do this. I know how to bring myself under control without going crazy. And I’ll be doing this!

So, what’s the challenge part? I’m challenging you, wherever and whoever you are (you don’t have to be a current client), to beat me at my own game! Lose more than 7 pounds or more than I do (if I fail to lose 8), and win. It’s that simple….

Johnny, tell ‘em what they’ve won!!! Well, if you win, not only have you won better health and better fitting clothing (or in some cases, the right to a shopping spree for clothing that fits!), but you’ve won your choice of the following:

  • A one hour personal training session, either in the gym or at your home (you must live within 30 miles of Wetumpka – sorry, Karen!)
  • One month of online training programs with feedback.
  • One month personalized running coaching

Even better, just for doing well at this, I’ll give you a $10 discount on any service from Ignite! (that’s right, running, climbing, biking, training, whatever you like!) If you lose at least 4 pounds, just one pound a week, I’ll give you a $10 discount to use however you like with Ignite! (excepting products in the store – sorry!)

So, here are the rules:

  1. You have to accept this challenge within one week (by January 21, 2010). You then have 31 days from the day you start to complete your challenge.
  2. You must accept the challenge here, as a comment to this post. You can either post your weight or send it to me in an email, but you need to publicly accept the challenge!
  3. Post back weekly to tell me how you are doing. I will post my progress weekly so you’ll have something to post to.
  4. Lose between 8 and 13 pounds and you win! (If you lose more than 13 pounds, you may have been going about it in an unhealthy way. I don’t want you doing that, so if you lose more than 13 pounds, I won’t be awarding a prize, UNLESS you can justify it. If you do, we’ll talk and decide!)
  5. Select your prize!

Remember, if “I” don’t stick to my plan and lose 8, you may win by losing a lot less! I’m starting yesterday – January 13th – at 151 pounds (UCK!). Come on! Beat me at my own game.

Courage in Action!

November 30th, 2009

Sometime around April, I met Nicky, when she joined one of my beginning running classes. This fall, Nicky decided to run the Callaway Gardens 10k and started training with me for the race. She was doing great, running almost 6 miles when “it” happened. The unexpected injury. Out of the blue. While running. A muscle tear. 3 weeks before the race. We talked via email and Facebook and the news felt grim. Nicky sucked it up. And did what the doctor told her.

AND, when the doctor told her a week before the race she could run, she opted to go. We talked before and she agreed to take it easy. And she went. And ran. The whole thing. And finished. Slow, and one step at a time, she did it.

Did that make a difference in the next part of the story? I don’t know. I believe that success breeds success; that we learn to succeed. I also believe that the more courage we find in ourselves, the more we have in there to find.

She got an invitation to go mountain biking with friends. She called me up to take her riding BEFORE so she could learn the basics. After an intro to the basics, we rode the first mile and I could see her growing skill and confidence.

Then, we headed over try one of the bridges. They are a bit tricky and I wanted her to try them in a controlled setting, rather than with a group of experienced friends. I showed her once and then walked down to coach her. After a couple of successful attempts, we both started relaxing. Of course, that’s when everything went wrong.

The next time across she slipped out towards the edge of the bridge and all I could do was watch as she came off the bridge, hit the bank of the stream and went over her handlebars. It was clear that this was not a good thing. Minutes passed as we dealt with the aftermath, with Nicky’s foggy memory of what happened and with the physical realities of her fall.

But here’s where Nicky shines! I could only talk her into promising that she’d go to the doctor or ER if the fog didn’t lift. After checking the basics, we walked our bikes out to the road. And then, she really surprised me. She insisted on riding back to the cars, and then to trying just a bit of gentle off-road riding. Then, she insisted that she was ready for another lesson in just a couple of weeks!

While I don’t recommend by-passing the doctor (and Nicky has been to see the doctor and is again following the doctor’s instructions!), I am in awe of Nicky’s courage and grace. What could have been a disastrous crash, she turned into an adventure and a learning experience. What could have turned her off forever, she turned into a gateway. Her last words to me as I left her with her family were “I was having fun right up to that point. And I’m looking forward to going riding again. Promise we’ll go?”

Find your courage! Dare to try! Follow Nicky’s lead!

Learning to run…

November 11th, 2009

I was talking about running with my friend, Thad, the other day. And I thought about why I teach running to women who are thinking about running. You see, Thad is a typical runner… “Just Do It.” Grab a pair of shoes, hit the road and run a triathlon. Easy, right? Fun? Of course! Go ahead, get out there…

Well, for lots of us, not so much…

When I started running at age 48, it was a deliberate decision on my part that I would MAKE it work. I had a lot of weight to lose and not a lot of time for exercise and walking wasn’t going to do it. I needed something with a higher calorie burn, and I figured I’d try one more time to become a runner.

You see, I’d tried many times before, always with the same results – try it 2 or 3 times and fail. This time it was different. I was in Wetumpka for the weekend to buy a house (the one I live in now), and it was the day to try. The odd thing was, it was also the day to figure out the secret. I did it. Stayed the course. Kept running.

Five years later, I’m still running. Running 5k’s, 10k’s, half marathons, and now I’m signed up for a marathon. What’s more, I’ve become a running coach, sharing what I learned the hard way with Wetumpka (and Montgomery, Prattville, Millbrook and Elmore) women who want to run.

Lots of women talk to me about running. And a lot of them say “I can’t run.” And then add:

“I don’t enjoy it.” Usually from women who’ve tried keeping up with a spouse or running friend who thinks it’s “just do it.” Try running with a group of NON-runners and succeeding together. And laughing together. And talking your way through till you CAN run a 5k.

“It hurts my (pick one) feet, knees, hips, low back.” Uh huh – it can, if you don’t know the secrets to running pain- and injury-free. Most of you just need someone to show you how (yes, there are real problems. Most people don’t have one that prevents them from learning to run).

“I can’t even run a mile.” Yep. And you’re not a teenage boy who can just pick up any old sport and do it. There’s a right way and a wrong way to start. And to try and run a mile on the first day is definitely a wrong way!

“I can’t breathe when I run.” I know what you’re doing. Been there, done that. Now, I know a better way to start running and keep breathing.

“I (bike, do the elliptical machine, swim), but I just can’t run.” Did you try and swim ¼ mile the first day you jumped in the water? Of course not! Lance Armstrong called his first marathon “the hardest physical thing I’ve ever done.” He learned that you can’t just transfer from one sport to another and expect to perform at the same level.

“I don’t know how.” Well, yes, and that’s why I’m teaching running. Most of us don’t know how to start.

I’m starting another class next week. Monday, 6:30 PM. Rumbling Waters Health Club. Downtown Wetumpka. Come LEARN to run with me! You won’t regret it.
Jeanne
Ignite! LLC
..Life Adventures for Women

* More details can be found on my website.

Good Lord willing…

September 21st, 2009

If you’re a kayaker, it’s never “and the creeks don’t rise.” Even if the rivers are TOO high, we know they’ll be coming back down soon. And coming back down means that sooner or later, we won’t be able to play anymore.

Yesterday, four of us got a chance to run a river that rarely runs in the summer. It runs frequently in the winter and the spring, and I got to spend several wonderful days (see “Girl’s Day Out” blog post!) there. I am always mindful of the days on this river, because I had just fallen in love with it, when the two year drought meant that I didn’t get to run it for those 2 years. So, I’m always aware that this run may be my last for a while.

I didn’t even promise myself this one. I hoped, but didn’t KNOW until Sunday morning when I saw the gauges were falling, but from a level that I knew would hold till at least afternoon.

This time, my companions were 3 women, two new to the Locust. One of these wanted to borrow and try one of my boats. She’s just reaching the level where the Locust is an option. The other is an experienced kayaker who just has never done this particular river. The third is a kayaking friend who never believes that she has the skills to run hard stuff, but has one of the most accomplished set of skills I know.

The water turned out to be very muddy, but at a marvelously fun level! However, it’s amazing how storm water can make a rapid look intimidating. Even though I’ve run Powell’s Falls a dozen times, it LOOKED big and fierce and ugly. Here’s what we saw!

After looking at it, the others opted out. No problem, rapids are something that you decide to run, or decide to not run. You’re alone in your boat and you make the move or miss it, so it’s always your decision. (There are rapids where you have no choice but to go through, but that’s another blog!)

Of course, as this clip shows, it was no big deal… much nastier looking than running!

But, this morning, we’re looking at a lot of stuff that’s way over flood stage. And more rain in the forecast… and that means, no excuse for avoiding work. And my work includes writing this blog. So, now that this is done, it’s time to run (not a river, on foot – can I get a trail run in before it rains again?)

The End of Summer

September 21st, 2009

(Well, drat! I wrote this last week and didn’t publish it! Here it is… )

After living most of my life as a “Yankee,” I’m still not adjusted to the rhythm of the year in the South. Up north, summer ends early and school starts late. Down here, it’s the other way around. School starts early and fall comes months later. The kids are in school before the beach water gets warm in Maryland, where I grew up.

But, still, there are signs beyond the yellow school buses that Autumn is on it’s way. The grass grows slower and there’s nothing but the amazing yellow daisies left to bloom in my garden. THEY still haven’t reached their full growth and they’re in their glory in mid-October. Along the river, there’s an occasional tree that’s starting to turn. The mornings are cooler and the temperature drops more quickly in the evening.

It’s almost running season! Almost daily, an email arrives notifying me of another 5k race. It’s a good time to start running. My first class for the fall starts tonight. We’ll still have some warm days, but since we start slow, it won’t be punitive, like running 3 miles would be. This group will be well on their way when the time changes and we have to run mostly in the dark, so this timing is almost perfect.

If you haven’t thought of running before, now’s the time to think about it! Now’s the time to start, if you live in the South! Our 3 running seasons are fall, winter and spring… runners try to survive the summer here, but this is the season that we love, when we can truly embrace the sport that we love!

Snakes, Planes and Fear

July 29th, 2009

I have often talked about the value of challenge and doing “the thing you think you cannot do.” I truly believe that to learn how strong we are, to discover how much we can accomplish, we would be wise to attempt the things we fear. Whether the challenge comes from inside ourselves or are posed by another, by meeting the challenges we take on willingly, by controlling our fear, we grow in strength and commitment.

When I talk about this to clients, groups and friends, I explain that I have tried many adventure sports and I really still fear 2 things – snakes and jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.

So, Sunday, I stepped aboard a perfectly good airplane, accompanied by two “tandem jump pilots” and my son, Jamie. Each jump pilot had a well packed parachute, a tandem harness and my son and I had cameras and a harness on me.

As we waited for our turn at a very busy drop zone, clouds had rolled in and the air had freshened. It was clear that a storm was on the way. What amazed me is that as I sat there, I became less anxious about jumping than I was about NOT jumping. You see, this was the last chance for a while that I would have to do this first jump with my son. I had become eager to face this challenge.

Finally, it was our turn. We had been hustled into our jumpsuits, and our “pilots” barely hestitated a step as they checked our harnesses and hurried us into the planes. We knew by their actions that there was only a short window to get our jump in, but their movements were sure and confident. Sandy, the plane pilot, launched us quickly skyward.

As we sat in the back of the plane, I filmed the takeoff out of the windows. Rick, my jump pilot, joked with Jamie and me, and Tom, Jamie’s pilot, showed how relaxed he was by taking a nap. I watched the altimeter on Rick’s wrist as it crept slowly towards 6,000 feet. Long before the preferred 10,000 feet, Sandy told Rick and Tom that she was turning to line up, that we went now or not at all.

Jamie and Tom were closest to the door and got ready first. A few short seconds later, they were gone and it was my turn. I watched almost outside of myself as I reached for the step. My foot was out of the plane. I waited for the “GO” from Rick and we pushed off simultaneously from the door. I was falling and trying to get into the right position. Arched out, we fell for a few brief seconds, feeling the mist of rain on our faces.

I remembered to look around and hold the camera where it could record the experience. Then Rick pulled the cord and the canopy opened over us and freefall was over. Rick was slightly apologetic as he told me we were going to spiral down quickly and immediately, I could watch the world spin below me as he spilled air and we descended quickly.

I was able to catch glimpses of Jamie above me, as we descended faster than him and Tom. Soon we were hanging over the runway of the airport, and I could hear the urgency in Rick’s voice as he tried to keep us from being blown into the treeline on the far side of the runway. The updraft kept us from descending quickly and I understood we needed to make it down before being blown into the trees.

Finally, we were just off the ground. I lifted my feet, and tried to straighten up, but fell as we landed. Rick, bound to me by the harness, fell, too. A moment later, he had released us and we were up, me, in total glee, him, wanting to gather up the parachute and get inside quickly.

As we rode in the back of the truck the short distance to the hanger, Rick and Tom discussed the jump and both agreed it was one they’d rather NOT have made. I was glad we’d jumped, relieved that we made it ok, and delighted that our pilots were as skilled as they were.

The only sad note for the afternoon is that my guy, Jesse, had decided, on the spur of the moment, to jump himself. He was in a harness and jumpsuit when we reached the hanger. Due to the weather, he didn’t get to make his jump.

Oh, well, I guess I’ll just have to jump again some week soon when I go back to Louisiana.

Hey, look at that…. fear has turned to joy, inaction to achievement! Hmmm….

Get out and play with your kid!

July 20th, 2009

It’s summertime! Kids are off from school and the days are long and the weather warm and sunny. It’s a perfect time to add some activity to your life by going out and playing with your children!

Your kids make perfect exercise buddies for the summer. They have boundless energy and love adventure. You can find new activities in the park, in the water, with bikes, at the Y, any number of places. Imagine discovering a new hobby to share with your child – something that could bind you together even when the typical mother-child disagreements happen.

You can rediscover a old favorite – tag, hide and seek or Red Rover. Be the mom where everyone comes to “see what’s happening!” Gather the whole neighborhood together for silly games on a summer evening. Bring out the lemonade and spend an evening away from the TV and video games.

How ’bout practicing for fall sports? Or even getting a jump on next spring. You can learn how to help with batting or fielding practice. Or throwing passes. Or volleyball, tennis, or golf! Even if it’s just increasing overall fitness by running together in the early mornings.

I got a chance to experience this this summer. My son, too, has the summers off from school. Just because he’s a high school English teacher, doesn’t mean that we couldn’t find some time to “go out and play!” Our choice was kayaking – take a look at our trip down the Nantahala River in North Carolina.
Jamie and Jeanne play the Nantahala