The Dethrone Burlingame experiment : Day 8 thru 10

2 05 2013

You know, writing a blog is just like exercising: Once you get a good groove going … and you STOP! … it can be pretty hard to get that groove going again. Hence, why I’m three days behind on the Dethrone Burlingame experiment posts. I blame the DMV, partially, then the Burlingame meter maids, and then, Me. Don’t let the smile at the top of the page fool you, I’m actually pretty flippin’ dumb ::terrible grin time::

DAY 4

DAY 8, 9 and 10

But the posts must continue, so here goes. We stopped at Day 7 — Sunday. First yoga day in like, forever.

DAY 8: Was a disaster of the self-made variety. To sum it up in a couple of words: tickets, DMV, fees, tow, Julio is broke. So needless to say, I missed a day in the actual Base Camp. Sure, it bummed me out. But, I made the most it. Involuntarily. I did a ton of running on this day. Let me map it out for you.

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According to Google Maps, that blue line is a total of 5.3 miles. The first bit was accomplished with a gym bag carrying my laptop. I can’t get too mad. It really is of my doing. Actually, funny thing is, somewhere near that Putnam Toyota thing you see, Jesse sees me in his truck and says, “little jog, little jog!” The man is watching, even when I’m not in the gym. Now THAT’S a good trainer — and actually, a sign of things to come.

DAY 9: It was business as usual for Day 9. Albeit, with a bit of twist. For a minute there, the boxing class looked to be two-guy strong with me and another gentleman whose name alludes me right now. But boom, at 11:29 with 40 seconds walks in Jean The Machine. You’ll remember her from Day 2 of the experiment. Jean is awesome to work with because she’s so fit and committed to the work that she, in turn, pushes you to give your best as well.

And as expected, all three of us went full tilt for the duration of the workout. I’m getting a little more confident and comfortable with the punch combinations, but I still have to shadow box them for a bit, then yell out the actual punch (which can be annoying, sort of, jab-cross-down, hook-cross-hook, for example). Anyway, I labored through that one. And actually, I should share, the core work was solid … until I saw Jean knock her set out. Wow. Let me go on Youtube for a second: She was knocking out the Money Mayweather Sit-Ups with a jab-cross at the top. Girl is a machine I tell ya!

DAY 10: I have to say, Day 10, as painful as it was, was my luckiest day so far at Dethrone. Shauna Harrison, Dethrone’s yoga instructor from Day 7, had

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announced on Sunday that she’d be teaching on Wednesdays as well — 8:15 a.m. I still have Justine’s mat, and so, I said, why not? Let’s go join all the other yogas for some more yoga fun.

When I got there, Jesse welcomed me with a “you’re the only one” … and I panicked. Is it too late to back out of a 1-on-1 yoga session with the great Shauna Harri— wait, ¿estoy loco, o que pedo?! That panic turned into, “OK, this should be  cool, what yoga beginner wouldn’t want a personal yoga session to get better?!

Well, this one 🙂 I kid. Sort of. Let me explain. I told y’all, Shauna DOES NOT PLAY. It’s a great thing to be pushed to your yoga max … but the thing is, when you’re 1-on-1, you can’t cheat! There are no other bodies to focus on but yours. So, those little rest breaks you like taking? Nope. Cheating on a pose? Nope. This is me not complaining, but more like saying that by the time the 45 minutes or so were up, I was drenched in sweat and tired like a muth phu.

I did my best, Shauna, I swear it! But, those warrior poses are insane. The leg lifts are bonkers. And the chaturanga will haunt me forever.

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE.

While toweling off and trying to learn a bit more about Shauna’s background, I mentioned to everyone that Wednesday was a day off from the Daily Journal duties (sort of). To which Jesse, who was arming himself with his running gear, said, “You ready for a run?” To which I replied “Umm, right now?” To which Shauna said, “You’re going to run right now?!” To which I replied … “Let me get my headphones.” And then this happened.

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Final verdict on this run, was 5.5 miles. We knocked it out in a little over 50 minutes I think is what Jesse said. So to recap, 1-on-1 with Shauna, 1-on-1 run with Jesse. AND, I didn’t die. It’s all good.

Day 1 and 7

DINNER TIME GUILT LEVEL: (Averaging Days 8,9 and 10) 2. I had some chips. Fired for that. But only a couple.





THE OHMYJULY! 30-DAY HUP HOLLAND HUP CHALLENGE —

18 03 2012

As many of you already know through my constant, almost freakin’ annoying blogging about it * ( HERE,  HERE,  HERE TOO ) * my goal in life had been to get my hand on the new Netherlands Football Kit which launched earlier this month. I hadn’t had a chance to visit NikeTown in San Francisco until yesterday and, poor as hell, I caved in and bought it.

IT IS   P  H  E  N  O  M  E  N  A  L  >>

It’s glorious. But, that isn’t why I’m writing this today. Take a look at the top of picture, in the center, at the size of the jersey: L as in LARGE.

I’ve raved and hyped about this jersey because it is beautiful, but to July!, having the new Netherlands kit was always more about the journey, and a symbol of accomplishment. As some of you may know, I’ve lost a little weight over the last 12-14 months. It’s been a loooonggg, hard, physically grueling and emotionally handicapping experience for me. Here’s what I looked like say, in late 2009, early 2010. At my heaviest, I was 315 pounds and was very close to some very serious health problems as the ripe old age of 26-27.

It was a very happy time in my life actually, but it was very much full of complacency. Too much of a great thing is great until that great thing keeps you from wanting to be greater. It’s taken me a while to realize that, and to be honest, it’s something that I still work on today. Even right now. Anyway, this is me now. Earlier this year, in January, at 207 pounds, for my 29th birthday.

Sorry, can lose all the weight in the world, but the ugly mug stays the same.

Quite the improvement, I would say. I get asked now if I FEEL better … of course. You don’t really know how miserable you are as a bigger person until you become a smaller person. But the process hasn’t been the funnest. I’ve had to lose a lot more than weight to get here. AND THAT is where the Holland kit comes in. The 30-day HUP HOLLAND HUP challenge revolves around NikeTown’s return policy.

My goal throughout this whole weight ordeal was to, not only fit the new Netherlands kit, but to ROCK it. A couple of months ago, say 6, I was out with a friend talking about this jersey, when I said something to the degree of, “yeah, and I’m going to buy the L(arge) because I was to trick my brain into working harder and losing more weight.” To which she replied, rather defiantly, “Noooo, there is no way you’ll fit a L(arge).” I don’t think my friend meant it in a bad way, and, it’s been my goal to prove said person wrong.

I tried on the jersey in the fitting room and surprisingly, it fit. And while the weight loss may look significant, I assure you that when I look at myself in the mirror every morning, I know that there is STILL a lot of work to do. I’m hoping to finish these next 30-days of hard work, put on the shirt and keep it. If I’m unsatisfied, NikeTown will take the jersey back (with a receipt) no questions asked, for the next 30 days.

So, that’s where I’m at. I feel like a bride who’s trying very hard to lose weight to fit into a wedding dress. Jesus, pretty sad analogy, but it’s the first that came to mind. I challenge you too, OhMyJuly-er. Find something that is too small for you to wear (not TOO small) and work your butt off with me and if you don’t end up rocking it. Let me know how you do.

And good luck.