Hydro Inertia Training With The Surge

16426277_1342033315848549_6104887067993813124_n  As a trainer, I know the importance of adding various stability work to build on our proprioceptive abilities. Challenging our natural movements with The Surge® is a great way to accomplish this, so you can imagine how thrilled I was to be awarded the opportunity to try it out for myself.

What is The Surge??

 

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The Surge is a portable piece of training equipment that uses water to create dynamic resistance, which will effectively challenge every part of your body as it works to stabilize the moving water.

It can be used in a variety of manners and is extremely versatile.  You can go light or add more water (see chart below) to take things up a notch.  However, you should be aware that you’ll want to lighten your load due to the added challenge of the moving water.

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As mentioned, there are a variety of ways to use The Surge. The dual vertical and horizontal handles open up a whole slew of possibilities.  You can do anything from deadlifting to jump squats.

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In addition to these traits, The Surge also comes in two different sizes.   The more compact 3.0 is great for core and upper body work.

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This is definitely a great addition to my arsenal of training tools.  I look forward to using this in my work with clients and within my own training plans.  It’s going to get a lot of use.

Have you heard of The Surge?  Do you see how it can benefit your training sessions?

If you’d like to learn more go to www.hedstromfitness.com/sweatpink.

If you’ve seen enough and want to buy your own Surge go to the link use code 💗SPHF25 to save 25% off your order.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sickness and the Bitter Cold

I’ve been MIA on here for the past month and that’s mostly because my running has slacked.  I logged a meager 13.1 miles last month.  I was a tad burnt out with running post marathon, but I definitely didn’t imagine myself taking such a long break.  It was not my intention AT ALL.

Post Disney I did get back out there right away and tried my best to stay on track, but then I got sick.  I had a horrible upper respiratory infection and didn’t do much of anything physical for a week.  It worked out fairly well because it was ridiculously cold out here and no one wants to run in that.

After a week of feeling miserable I was on the upswing.  I took a few extra days to feel well and then decided to give it a go.  The weather had warmed a touch and the sun was shining.  It was a great day to put in an easy 3 miler. I felt like I was ready to get back on track with my 3-4 runs per week.  NOPE. My body had other things in mind.

I woke up the next day feeling quite miserable and just like that I was sick again.  This time I didn’t do any running or major cardio for a full week and a half.  By the time I felt fully recovered it felt like a month had passed.  Back to back sicknesses are the worst!

I’m finally back on track though!  I’ve only put in 7.7 miles so far this month, but the numbers will start to climb before the week is up.  I’m even contemplating braving another half marathon on April 6th.  It might be a little bit much, but I think I still have enough of my training endurance left from the marathon so I think I should be able to handle it.  It won’t be a PR race or anything, but it’ll be something to help get me back into the spirit of running.  I do also have the option of a 10K if I find the task too extreme.  I’ll see how I feel in a few weeks.

Getting Started: The Why

I initially started this journey because I was fed up with the excuses. I knew I was stuck and that something needed to change, but I dragged my feet.  I dragged them long and hard.

Why was I holding myself back?  What was I afraid of?  Was I afraid that I would fail?

The truth?   I didn’t realize I was in that bad of shape and hadn’t notice that I had gotten so big.  I thought that I hid my weight well and that the excuse of being a new mom was enough to keep others from noticing.  Boy, oh boy, was I wrong.  I was in flat out denial.

I didn’t think others would take notice because I was only within 12 lbs from my pre-pregnancy weight (not a healthy weight either).  What I didn’t realize was that my body wasn’t carrying the weight so well anymore.  I was lumpy fat, not fit fat.  This reality bomb really hit me after seeing photos from a couple of my friends’ weddings (see below).  Have you ever played the game “one of these things is not like the other”?  I was the “thing”.

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August 2012–218lbs+(we didn’t have a scale)

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October 2012

How had I let myself get to this point?  How did it happen?

Plain and simple, I justified every action with an excuse.  I could eat that extra cookie because I “needed” the calories to produce enough milk to continue nursing my son.  We “needed” to order take out because I was too exhausted to cook a healthy meal.  I couldn’t go to the gym or exercise because I would lose my supply.  The list was endless.  I would continuously set goals in my head and plan on starting next week, but the following week would come and nothing would stick.

Come January 2013, I didn’t even bother with resolutions, I felt defeated and figured I couldn’t stick to anything until I was ready to wean my son.  My number one concern (err excuse) was not being able to nurse him because of a lost supply.  I didn’t want to feel like I was neglecting my son.  Sadly, the truth was that if I had continued down the path I was heading down I would have been neglecting him.

By his first birthday he was well adjusted to walking (he started at 8.5 months) and had nearly mastered running.  I remember chasing him down our hallway (our very short hallway) and getting winded.  It scared me.  I had the realization that some day soon my son would be fast enough to get away from me.  What would I do if I couldn’t catch him?  What if he wriggled away and ran in front of a car because I couldn’t react quickly enough because I was too out of shape?  I needed to do something so that I could commit to being the best mom I could be.

I didn’t want to be the “fat mom” anymore.  I needed to be the healthy mom.  I wanted to be the healthy mom.  I wanted to get my life back.  I also didn’t want to plan on a second child until I had dropped the extra weight.  I’ve read too many articles about how moms who don’t lose the baby weight within the first 6 months were more likely to not lose it and to continue to gain with each subsequent pregnancy.  I could not fathom being any bigger than I already was and I didn’t want to become a statistic.  I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it for myself and for my family.