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Happy New Year, everyone!

Saturday, 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!

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

Thursday, 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.

Learning to run…

Wednesday, 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.

The End of Summer

Monday, 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

Wednesday, 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….

National Running Day – Get out and Run

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

I just found out that next Wednesday is National Running Day. It’s a day to celebrate our ability to run. Just run, no races, no pressure, just run!

Friday is my 5th anniversary of being a runner (and my son’s 29th birthday, coincidentally). 6 years ago, I couldn’t run. Five years ago, I decided to run. My first “run” was a grand total of 3 minutes. Each minute was separated by a 5 minute walk. BUT, I became a runner that day. I began running and never stopped.

Now, I’m passing it forward, by training new runners and runners who want to run better. I’m a running coach and I race for fun. So, Wednesday, June 3rd, I’ll be getting out and running. Who’s joining me?

Girls’ Day Out

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

So, after a weekend that included a bunch of running training and bookwork and researching and developing a flexibility training class for my advanced runners, I finally got my weekly day off yesterday. Fortunately, a couple of friends were also free for the day and we decided it was time for a Girls’ Day Out!

Now, in a previous life, or for many of my friends, Girls’ Day Out might signify a lot of things – maybe a late lunch at a small friendly restaurant, maybe shopping down the strip of the local shopping center. Maybe a couple of drinks. Perhaps, as a real splurge, an afternoon at the spa… massages, facials, nails.

For the three of us, this is NOT what we meant. WE meant a real day OUT! Out in the woods, out on the river. This day turned out a little differently, too. After several years of paddling, my only experience with an “all girls” trip has been several all-women’s clinics (taught by Anna Levesque – a fabulous kayaking instructor!). I paddle frequently with several women, but before, it seems, we’ve always linked up with larger groups that include men (and/or boys). This time, though we let people know we were going, it turned out to be just the 3 of us women. I finally have the confidence on this river that it didn’t make me overly worried that I was the experienced one on the trip.

After setting shuttle and gearing up (still spring paddling in CHILLY water), we hit the river. The day was sparkling, the river was sparkling. Recent rains guaranteed small waterfalls and streams were feeding the river and the level stayed fine. Three friends, even though two of us had never really met. Talking, laughing, floating, paddling down the river. Harder stuff, easier stuff… didn’t matter.

Friends on the Locust

Friends on the Locust

It’s different than paddling with guys – even the supportive ones are likely to be too protective or impatient with our need to look and “check it out.” With this group, it was easy to “stop and look” or “read and run.” Advice was offered without being orders and we were each free and comfortable to make our own decisions. Conversations that would NEVER happen with men around. A lot of appreciation of the sheer beauty of our environment.

One small mishap late in the run set us on our way to the takeout a little sooner, and with

Jeanne runs Double Trouble

Jeanne runs Double Trouble

fewer photos :{  than we planned. But even the mishap showed how well we worked together and supported each other, allowing each to work to their own capacity and ask for help when it was needed.

Get out with the girls! Challenge yourself, support each other, do something that’s hard and KNOW that you have the capacity to make it happen for yourself.

Why I do it

Friday, March 13th, 2009

Why Ignite!? Why, in this crazy economy, do I leave a job that pays well and has a number of great perks to start a fitness business in a small town? Why do I run lots of miles every week, some with brand new runners, many with nothing but my own head for company?

ontherocksI’ve spent some time lately with those questions. I’ve challenged myself to get tough with myself on the business part of my business and that means bookkeeping and marketing, more than anything else. Marketing is about telling my story. Not just what I have to offer, but WHY I’m offering it and why I think I can make a difference in people’s lives. I’m finding it’s not easy to put that succienctly on a website, but I’m trying hard to find the right words.

The questions are all pretty easy – the job was taking its toll on me. Less interesting than it used to be and the travel was rough. The running is out of pure love, and there’s so much joy in offering it to others. The small town – well, I’m here and I’m not leaving, so it is what it is! Besides, this is a special place!

But my own business? Right now? YES, right now! And, yes, my own… because no matter what the economy, no matter what situation, people need what I have to offer…

Challenge! It’s the place you start. We’re challenged every day in our lives, but we don’t see it. Just getting through each and every day, we face dozens of challenges, from what’s for dinner to paying the bills, from driving our cars through traffic to doing our best at our jobs. And that doesn’t even compare to what we go through as parents.  But, we don’t see ourselves rising to challenges; mostly, we see ourselves as plodding forward and just trying to make it through another day.

I’m here to challenge women in a different way. To challenge them to step beyond what they thought they could do with their bodies. To ask them to do with courage that which they did not think they could do. Whether it’s lifting weights or running 3 miles or climbing down an 80 foot rock face, deliberately facing a challenge changes you. And when you do it once, thoughtfully, you can do it again. and again. and again.

Perfect just isn’t good enough!

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

Recently, a friend lamented that she had not been “perfect” in her adherence to her eating  plan and wondered if she shouldn’t give up a program that was moving her forward in her weight loss quest, since she wasn’t “doing it right.” I replied that it wasn’t about “perfection.” I was referring to the need to balance things in life and that for many things, “pretty darn good” is plenty good enough. Perfectionism is “all or nothing” thinking and it does a couple of things to us. It creates procrastination, avoidance, and causes us to quit striving for things that are achievable in more time or less quantity than meets our inner ideals.

Perfectionism is the thing that said to me “if you can’t be the best, leave the playing field.” Because I was not a naturally talented athlete as a child, I learned that the best idea was to not compete. My attitude became “I’m a klutz, therefore, I read.” In a different era, perhaps my parents would not have let me take the easy way out, but growing up when I did, it was perfectly acceptable for girls to not be active. (Unfortunately, now, it is perfectly acceptable for all kids to not be active!)

Perfectionism is the evil that still says to me “you might fail, if you delay starting, you won’t know.” It’s why I can get lost for days in doing stupid stuff that doesn’t move me forward, and leaves nothing to show for it at the end of the day. It’s the thing that makes me scared to face where I am financially and avoid doing things like taxes and cleaning the house (if it can’t stay like this, why bother).

Perfectionism is the thing that says “if I can’t eat perfectly healthy and clean all the time, I may as well eat this whole cake.” It’s the impulse that starts a diet every Monday morning, lets us pig out all weekend long the weekend before (because we’re going to be perfect starting Monday), and THEN, when we give in to the Dove chocolate someone sticks on our desk, says “oh, well, there goes this week, I’ll start next week.” That trap leads us to gain weight, even while we are on a perpetual “diet.”

Perfectionism is the thing that says “I can’t run as fast as “______,” I’m JUST a jogger.” It’s the part of us that refuses to acknowledge our accomplishments as worthy and continually measures our gains against outside, not inside criteria. It’s the thing in me that says “so-and-so can be 180 lbs and wear size 10 – why can’t I, and I’m a lot lighter than that?” It’s the part that refuses to accept that we have different talents and genetics, but can choose to develop whatever we want to the fullest of our own potential and even beyond, if we choose.

It’s the evil ugly that says “this comes easy for my friend. If I struggle with it, it must be because I am inherently no good.” It’s the voice that says “why can’t you be like your sister (cousin, friend, classmate).”

Perfectionism is what allows us to forgive others (nobody’s perfect, after all), but not ourselves. We don’t even see it in ourselves. Many of us even attribute it to outside forces, even God. How many times have you heard someone say “I can’t go to church. God would strike it with lightning if I walked through the doors.” Yet we KNOW that God is the essence of forgiveness. If God can forgive you your failings, why can’t you forgive them? (And, by the way, who are you to judge yourself more harshly than God does anyway?)

We are works in progress. We can always be better and do better in some area of our lives. We make choices daily as to where to put our efforts today, and sometimes, the right choice is to slack off in one area to put more effort into something else, or even just to be “sluggish” for a bit. Sometimes, life overwhelms us, and we have to step back. Sometimes, the fear is real (failure IS an option).

But, daily, we need to strive to make the right choices, the choices that move us forward. We need to respond to our misfortunate choices in the way that a loving and kind parent or God does. “That’s ok, that wasn’t the best choice.  It didn’t work out the way you’d like. It had consequences you don’t like. But, it’s over, let’s move on.” In this way, we develop ourselves to the best we can be. Maybe not as fast as the “perfect” road would have gotten us there, but the perfect road probably doesn’t exist. You make the mistake, the world doesn’t respond the way you’d like, you zigged when you shoulda zagged. It’s alright. It happens to everyone. It’s about taking the step. Facing the challenge. Finding your courage. Remembering your commitment. Making the change.

Perfect isn’t good enough; it’s too good to be true.

Are you a “want to” or a “will to”?

Wednesday, January 14th, 2009

Recently, I was in the gym doing my last workout before some minor surgery would enforce a rest of 2-10 days (I still don’t know how long it will be, but I’ll be back in the gym and out on the trail as soon as I can). I have a goal to do an unassisted pull-up by the end of February and I was working my lat routine with the intent of losing as little possible ground towards this goal while I’m out.

As I was working, a woman I’ve seen before came in with her husband and grandson. It is true that she’s got her hands full with these two – the husband has some major disabilities which mean that she must direct his whole workout and the grandson has some mental disabilities meaning that he’s not self-sufficient either. She stopped over to ask about the status of one of my trainees, whose worklife went crazy right before Christmas.

Then she told me that they hadn’t been in the gym since before the holidays. She told me that she had missed it, and then she said something that just hit me as WRONG! She said “The want-to is there, but we just COULDN’T make time to do it.”

Unfortunately, it was just the wrong time to say it to me, especially as I had just been worrying about the young woman and whether SHE had been finding time to put exercise in her life and was annoyed because I’d be losing at least a few days of workout time myself. With my own history of putting everyone and everything else in front of my own health, I KNOW that what fitness requires is determining that YOU are worth the time you carve out for yourself, and that in general, there is always SOME time that you can carve out.

My response was probably less than empathetic… I blurted out “if you really wanted to, you would have made the time.” For this family, it is critical. The grandfather will lose mobility if he doesn’t keep movement a regular part of his life. The grandson is at risk of becoming sedantary and is already overweight. The woman needs the stress relief that actual exercise could bring her. Excuses that life is busy is getting in the way of life being better.

Energy and stress reduction from exercise is a huge component of a more fruitful life. I see it in my home life, where my mom’s health problems are most likely a result of years of smoking and a lifestyle that didn’t incorporate regular and focused exercise. I saw it in my own life, when I let life overwhelm me and steal years of greater enjoyment. I see it in the lives of others who make excuses, letting their “want to” take the place of a “will to.”

As this new year begins, make time in your life for consistent and regular exercise. If you need the help in making that commitment, find a way to do it. Workout dates with friends, competition with co-workers, online or in-person diet programs, hire a trainer, join an exercise class. Make the commitment to a person, not a gym, and find the WILL TO take charge of your life.