100 Burpees Will Be the Death of Me

Let me tell you, nothing throws off your training schedule like half a week in Vegas. Between the casino smoke and the two foot daiquiris, my mornings weren’t exactly primed for burpees (although decimating a cornish game hen at Tournament of Kings is killer protein).

Now that I’m back in town and back to work, I’m feeling the pressure to close-in on my goal of 100 burpees in one set…ideally by December 1st.

Once again, I ask myself WHY DID I SET THIS GOAL?! It’s really, really hard. Not exactly fun. Not very motivating.

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My thinking was that if you can do 100 burpees without stopping, you’re basically a badass. Am I right?

Tonight I gave myself a burpee midterm and made it to 50 without stopping, my arms straining around 37. I also did not feel a distinct need to barf, so that was a win right there. Once I caught my breath, I did two more sets of 25.

At this point in the process, it’s more than physical. It’s straight mental, meaning I might need a partner to push me to the very end of my training. But then again, if I’m going to throw up I might want to do it in secret.

 

When it comes to having an annual bucket list, November is the best and worst month. On one hand, the pressure is on to start crossing off your final (and maybe most reluctant) goals, and on the other hand you can’t stop thinking about what will land on your next list.

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Right now, I can be assured there are some items that will certainly not get crossed off this year.

The first being “Build a fort on a beach” which I even attempted on my birthday when I drug three of my friends out to a beach house for the weekend. But once I started dragging extremely heavy, sandy, bug-infested logs across the sand, the fun began to wane. As I done done absolutely zero research on building a fort (assuming the architectural integrity would come naturally), the four logs we cobbled together began to tip and knock each other back into the sand. At this moment, I realized that it would be much more fun to throw crab pots into the bay while drinking beer.

Also, unless a crow decides to fly directly into my arms for companionship, “Befriend a crow” will mostly likely not be crossed off. Though I did a fair amount of research (and spoke with several friends who actually have befriended crows), my hectic and inconsistent schedule made identifying my new best crow-friend impossible. I walked around with a baggie full of peanuts in my pocket for half a year (literally) and never saw a crow, and then finally began seeing them in late summer with empty pockets.

Ice fishing, oh ice fishing – you’ve landed on my list two years now, with nothing to show for it. Seriously, people, where does one actually ice-fish in Oregon? I’m certain this activity will fit perfectly into my winter hygge, if only I could figure out when and where to go.

On the plus side, I only need to run in one more city before crossing off “Run in 12 different cities” and we are loosely planning a winter snowmobile trip.

My 2018 draft list is already robust, and perhaps my most ambitious. But I will put aside the anticipation of the new list so that I can finish out the last of 2017.

Back to the Beginning

This year, I had several physical/fitness goals in my bucket list, which are usually my favorite items to check off. Traditionally, they require a lot of training, and while some were solidly checked off (run a mile in less than 6:30), others ended up being depressing fails (10 pull-ups in one set). You win some, you lose some, right?

As I review my fitness goals for this year – it occurs to me that I’m way off. Way way way off. In the spring, I was devoted to my burpees, mixing them into my workouts and doing 50 every night before bed. I was up to 52 in one set, albeit breathless and near barfing. But I kept getting sick and somehow the busyness of work took over, and now I can’t even remember the last time I did a burpee.

Granted, I did check off the 30-mile hike last weekend, and that was a big one, but I should have predicted that the other fitness goals would be a struggle. Why? When I wrote them down, they didn’t excite me. There was no enthusiasm. The mindset behind achieving them was more compliant than engaged. Thus I spent little to no time on them.

But there’s still 2.5 months left in the year, right? I could easily train for them? Maybe.

However, right now there is one major factor: I’m working too much. It’s getting in the way of all parts of my life. Some people have trouble saying no to loved ones, or to donuts. I have trouble saying no to more job opportunities. (And donuts).

The bright-side is that I’ve been working out with a fantastic new trainer for about two months, and that alone is a win for me. Twice a week, I’m pushing a sled with 150lb load and deadlifting more than my forearms can handle, all before the workday. So really, I have almost zero guilt about not training for my bucket list fitness goals.

ALSO, a much, much more important factoid is that it’s been 12 months since I’ve had an injury. I’ve almost been too afraid to say anything or I might jinx the universe. This is HUUUUUUGE. Momentus. How am I celebrating? By plopping down a fat chunk of change on an experienced trainer.

As I officially have 2.5 months left in the year, I’ve decided that I’m going to re-up my intent on my fitness goals. It’s almost as if I’m starting from scratch.Back to the burpees, back to planking, back to dragging bags of sand. And less to working.

I’ve said it publicly, so here I go.

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Run #11 – Indianapolis

Do you ever get asked that question, “What’s your perfect day?” I can never come up with an answer, but my final day in Indianapolis comes close.

When I was first told that I would be working in Indianapolis, I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly excited. But when most of my colleagues were rushing to catch late night flights on our last night, I was relaxing in my hotel bed because I scheduled an extra day. This ensured that I could finally get a full night’s sleep, a big breakfast, and go for a run. In other words, meeeeee time.

Downtown Indianapolis is possibly the flattest place I’ve ever been, with a concrete horizon of government monuments and mini-parks. It is also possibly the cleanest city I’ve ever visited (at least downtown).

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Being close to the university, I thought surely Purdue would be the place to see some of the city’s history – WRONG. While the university was well-paved and safe, I was surprised to only find newish looking architecture (and nothing very exciting) and not much green space. (Hey Purdue – y’all are lacking a charm aesthetic – get on that.)

There were a few parks (mostly dedicated to wars) and some waterways – so overall, a decent place to run.

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Once I hit four miles, I called it a day and spent my last couple hours at the Museum of Medical History (nestled a little ways from downtown, in the former Hospital for the Insane) before catching my flight home.

A full night’s sleep in a comfy hotel bed, a run around town, a big breakfast, and a tour of medical deformities. It doesn’t take much to make me happy.

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Technically, I completed my 10th run last weekend in Rockaway Beach (but I was busy too busy to blog) so that means I only have one more run to cross off my goal of running in 12 different cities.