“New York, New York. Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today.”
Every run begins with this song playing on my Ipod. I envision the start line, see the crowd, and feel the energy. Have you ever wanted something so bad, so bad, it took over your life? The New York Marathon has been a fixture on my vision board for weeks, months, years. To qualify for New York, you need a time, a really fast time. A time my legs have never experienced. Like all big dreams, I write my goal in my journal. I force myself to believe I can succeed. I force myself to believe is IS possible. Most times I write big dreams down, I don’t believe myself. My mind needs convincing. The convincing can only happen through hard, hard work.
“The body can only go, where the mind has been.”
I needed to answer a question, “Can I run that fast?” Only one way to find out… try. My first qualification attempt took place at the Boston Marathon in 2016. Boston’s euphoric event amazed me. I understood the magnitude of the glorious event. Robert and I worked for years to qualify. After hundreds of hours of training and 3 qualifying attempts. We finally qualified in at the Long Beach Marathon in 2015. We broke the coveted 3 hour mark. Coming in at 2:59:52.
I remember that chilly, sweet morning in Boston.
Robert and I boarded the bus to the start line with the world’s greatest runners. Everybody looked fast. My world anxious, nervous, and a little scared. We wore the coveted red bib reserved for the fastest, Wave #1.
“I set the race target 2:53”
The time needed to punch a ticket to the World’s Fastest Marathon, the New York Marathon. The crowds erupted as the race began. The nervousness was gone. The fastest march to the finish line began. Robert and I instantly swallowed by the sea of runners. Besides the sheer number of people, I was surprised by the speed of the runners. Surely this will clear out, I thought. Everybody can’t run at this pace.
But they did.
Mile after mile after mile.
6:25, 6:18, 6:20…
No, matter how fast I ran. I couldn’t pass anyone. Everybody was fast, lightning fast. I was supposed to be the fast one.
I’m not good enough.
I’ll be honest, I get this ugly feeling, whenever someone runs at my pace. The feeling like I’m drowning, like I can’t maintain the pace, like I’m not good enough. Listen, I’m not a runner, I played basketball and baseball in high school. So running with the world’s elite, I felt like an impostor. Everybody at that level, including Robert, ran track or cross-country. I lifted weights. I wished we we’re lifting weights that day.
Imagine if someone tied you to a car and drove off. You hang on for dear life, running at speeds your legs weren’t designed to handle. That’s how I felt and I broke down. My legs felt like cement, heavy cement. The pace was unrelenting. Thousands of runners speeding by me, adding salt to my fresh wound. By mile 13, I knew there would be no NY Qualification. Heck, there might not be a finish. Robert was nowhere to be found. He dropped before I did. I decided to wait for him.
“To either suffer or celebrate together. We did both.”
We gave painful high-fives to the thousands cheering. Boston became the celebration for years of effort. As we turned in Boylston’s street. At the finish line Robert and I embraced.
“We did it!”
Not exactly the 2:52 we aimed for. I set many daunting goals. They can overwhelm me. I set my business, personal and life goals as big as possible. Then I go out there and fail. I fail again and again. Failing never feels good. But failing is a prerequisite for success. There was no NY qualification in Boston, but I vowed to try again. When I returned home the training began, but unfortunately, so did the injuries…
The unimaginable happened during a comfortable 40-mile bike and six-mile run, I felt my calf pull. I shut down my run and called Uber to the rescue. I was crushed, why me?
Why do these things happen to me?
Why are my goals so hard? How can injuries happen to me? Why? You can drive yourself insane trying to come up with answers, with reasons. After I had my pity party, I picked myself up and realized all the blessings in my life. I would recover. In the meantime, I focused on different workouts, nutrition, and flexibility. Control your controllables.
One year went by.
I rested, healed, and completed my best Ironman Triathlon to date. 2017 was supposed to be my qualification year. But the injury returned after my event.
I ran my last sad mile of 2017. My leg hurt, but my heart hurt more. I live to inspire, to help my clients, friends and family succeed. And when I fail, it hurts me. It’s the reason I try so hard. I’m deathly afraid of failing. Failing at anything. Failure scares the sh#t out of me. I’ve failed more times than anyone will ever know. It always hurts. Always. As many times, as I’ve failed. I’ve always found a way to pick myself up. Never give up on your dreams. In life, in sport, in business. Never give up.
Two years went by.
But my New York dream never relinquished. When injuries occur, accidents happen, and life doesn’t go your way. It’s easy to be sad. I’m working my tail off and I get nothing? This freaking sucks, life isn’t fair.
Life is never fair, it was never meant to be. My life is a choice. Our lives depend only to our response to adversity.
Never Give Up on Your Dreams
I spent the better part of 2018 training, waiting and hoping. The frustration was creeping in, I was nowhere even close to qualification. I hadn’t even raced. At this point, I just wanted a chance to run. I wanted a chance to test myself. To see if I’m good enough. I finally healed enough to have my chance, the Long Beach Half Marathon.
I focused on my training.
- Speed work (fastest mile: 5:07.)
- Distance work
- Improved cardio through the bike and swim.
- Losing weight (5 pounds less than my fittest weight ever.)
- My secret weapon: Breaking Two’s Turbo Pegasus coupled with yellow laces. My generation’s PF Flyers. Guaranteed to make every kid run faster and jump higher.
NYC Marathon Qualification Attempt #1
The Long Beach Half Marathon
Long Beach, CA October 7, 2018
Goal 13.1 miles 1:24:59 Pace: 6:29/mile
Things didn’t go exactly as planned…
NYQ Attempt #1: Result: 1:30:42 Pace: 6:52/mile
My saddest finish line ever. I did everything right. The weather was perfect. The course flat. The training complete. I just didn’t have it. The race was going great. No injuries, minor cramping on mile 6, but no big deal. I faced a huge hurdle at mile 7, but I fought and held up. My pace was still there. I told myself if I can only make it to mile 10, my adrenaline, my heart would take over and I could sail to the finish line. But I was in a world of hurt. My heart raced to astronomic heights. I had a choice. If I pushed, I would be close. But if I pushed I could blow up.
I chose to push…
I blew up. That’s runners talk for I sucked. There would be no qualification. In fact, it ended up being my worst half ever. I crossed the finish line, filled with sadness.
After my catastrophic collapse, the time came to reassess…everything.
“What happened? What went wrong?”
I had no idea what happened. I went to the restroom, and then the answer literally came out, bright yellow.
I replayed my water stations, mile two: skipped, mile four: dropped cup, mile six: missed station, mile eight: DONE.
Rookie mistake, hydration. A tip so basic, something I always cover with my clients, water?
Nevertheless, I would learn my painful lesson. New training added to my training regime:
- Low heart rate training (new insight from my NASM Optima Conference)
- Tempo runs.
- Sports psychology.
- Race Hydration Practice
NYC Marathon Attempt #2
Silver Strand Half Marathon
Coronado, CA Nov 11, 2018
“Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently” – Henry Ford
Result #2: 1:28:11 Pace 6:41/mile
Well… turns out, it wasn’t the water.
I hydrated, super hydrated, but I cracked again. The first 7 miles felt great. Then I faded bad. I suffered immensely. And I slowed to a crawl. I fought back hoping to at least match my PR (1:26:47)
This race crushed me. After the race, Courtney and I planned to celebrate, but I was so sick. I couldn’t stop throwing up. My stomach felt littered with knives. I pushed my body to its limit and my body rebelled. As I cried, bent over spilling my guts into the toilet I wondered if this was worth it. I tried so hard, worked so hard, and I’m in so much pain. Maybe this isn’t worth it. I am getting older. Am I still the same athlete I once was?
I contemplated quitting. I honestly did. Sometimes when I push my body to it’s edge, the associated pain is absolutely unbearable. It’s the kind of pain, where if I was to die, I would be fine, as long as I didn’t have to hurt anymore.
Courtney gathered my stuff. We somehow made it to the train home. We sat in deafening silence. I was in pain, embarrassed, and ashamed. I was sure of her response.
And a part of me was okay with not racing again. We wasted another weekend at another failed race.
She looked at me and said, “When are you racing again?”
“You’re not going to quit now?”
I could barely stand, there was no part of me, that wanted to try this again. But, I knew, she knew, we both knew I had to try again. But my training needed to change. Like all problems, I needed to go back to the drawing board. What am I missing? What do I need to do? How can I get faster, stronger and emotionally stronger. I searched, searched and searched. I searched for the latest advancements running technology, training, equipment, and nutrition. I’m not as talented as other athletes, I never was. I was always too small, too little, but I was smart. I needed to use my smarts to help achieve the unattainable.
NYC Marathon Attempt #3
Santa Run to the Sea
Oxnard, CA December 12/9/18
I began the race excited, but I was nervous.
I remember the pain from the last race, would I suffer the same fate. If so, then be it. I’m willing to suffer, I will embrace the pain. I hit my first few miles, but I was suffering. Courtney rode alongside me on her bike. Not letting me slow down. As my legs turned, I tired. A new concerning thought occurred at mile 5, maybe I had grown soft over the years. Maybe my life has been too easy lately.
Hold the pace. Keep the speed. Stay in the saddle.
And then the miles started piling up.
7 miles done and I’m on track. I’m hydrated, I’m hurting, but I’m on pace.
I slow down to drink water and speed back up.
Mile 10, on pace 6:24.
On pace! I don’t feel great, but I don’t feel awful. If I can hold on I’m going to make it.
Mile 11, on pace 6:26.
I’m almost there, I need to finish! I need to tolerate the pain for two more miles, 13 minutes of pure hell. My legs are scorched, but they’re still moving at the correct rate. Come on, PUSH!
Mile 12 on pace 6:24.
Just one more little mile to New York.
The most important mile in my life. Pain level is at an all time high, this is my limit. The time will be close but I will make it.
I see the finish line. I close my eyes, sprint and dive across the finish line.
14 seconds too slow. I checked my Garmin 1:25:14 Pace 6:28/mile but the distance says 13.2 miles? 13.2? The race is 13.1 miles. Sh#t.
As I laid on the finish line, I couldn’t help but smile. Even though I missed my mark by 14 seconds, it was my fastest Half Marathon ever. I finished 10th overall, 2nd in my age group.
Exactly the validation I needed. I was still an athlete, still improving and the training was working. My New York Qualification was now a matter of time.
Not IF, but WHEN?
Result #3: 1:25:14 Pace 6:28/mile
The time came to take a racing break and focus on the training. The winning formula was finally in my possession. I hold the key for the coveted door to the New York Marathon. When I wrote down my goals for 2019, I looked back at my 2018, 2017, 2016 goals and guess what was there, the New York Qualification. But my time has come, the time is now. The next race will be in my hometown of Huntington Beach, California.
NYC Marathon Attempt #4
Surf City Half Marathon
February 3rd, 2019
The forecast for the race: cold, rain and windy. Great, just great, I thought. The constant rain during the week didn’t give me the confidence to mentally commit to such a monumental effort. I remained optimistic the whole week. But I wasn’t sure if I would race. Not sure is not good. I didn’t sleep Saturday night. I woke up at 2am and laid patiently until 3am. At 3am I arose to great but terrifying news. No rain from 7am to 10am. Just the window I need to race.
Oh, it’s on. Mental game engaged.
The freezing cold replaced by the adrenaline of a race start. The race began and I felt powerful. I floated through the first 5 miles, my legs felt incredible. But the joy wouldn’t last, in these races it never does.
As I ran away from the finish line (the course was an out and back) the wind was blowing over 20 mph. I felt the wind, what’s worse I saw the wind. You never want to see wind, but the palm trees faced the wrong direction. I could see the runners coming the opposite way, straight into the wind, it looked like horrific. The wind was in my back, but the party would end at the mile 8 turn-around.
I decided to take a risk.
My race pace was 6:25 per mile. I decided to take advantage of the wind at my back speeding up to 6:15/mile. I took a calculated risk, praying to be right. As soon as I turned around to come back to the finish line. The race changed for the worse. I fell from the floating clouds and sloshed in the puddles of earth. And not metaphorical puddles, real wet ugly puddles. Rain got in my shoes, the cold shooting through my bones and the wind screaming in my face. The legs slowed.
Miles 8,9, and 10 were slower, but on pace. The most brutal game of running Jenga continued. This race needs 10 fast miles to be stacked, and once these miles are stacked then you have a chance to finish the job. 3 more miles in the storm. I don’t know if I can make it, but I’ll try.
Then my training partner Robert, showed up. I was thrilled for a second. But now the stakes were higher. He wouldn’t let me slow, the treadmill from hell would continue. But how much longer can I suffer?
I somehow managed to get my legs to move fast enough for miles 11 and 12. Only one more mile to go, I decided not to look at my watch. I feared what it was going to tell me. The past races, my Garmin has only broken my heart. Robert pushed me, looked back at me, but I couldn’t hold the pace. I just couldn’t.
It felt so good to give up, to make the pain end, to not hurt. Time stopped. I looked at my Garmin, 12.66 miles and my time 1:21:45, I can make it, I thought. Sh#t, I can make it. I convinced my legs to jump back on the treadmill from hell. Half a mile of suffering and the longest 3 minutes of my life.
I let out a primal scream as I ran.
The speed 5:55/mile.
Robert shouted, “There’s the finish line. Go get it!”
I winced as I ran and glanced at the clock 1:24:55. It would be close, not again.
I pushed as much as I ever had in anything. I dove across the line and stopped my Garmin.
“Did you make it?” Robert asked.
I looked at my watch.
I jumped and hugged Robert like 2015.
I was going to the New York Marathon! The joy radiated in every inch of my being. My eyes swelled with tears. The pain magically gone from my legs. Strangers cheered me. My energy shined like the sun.
After four years, I did it…finally.
Result #4: 1:24:48 Pace 6:27/mile
Never give up on your dreams.
NYC Marathon Qualifier
Author, “Get Me Medals”
Goal: the object of a person’s ambition or effort
Ever since I can remember, I had goals. Without knowing the definition of goal or having an adult explain, in my heart, I knew. In kindergarten when anybody asked me that predictable question. “What do you want to be when you grow up little Tony?”
I looked up at the giant humans and responded,
“I want to be President of the United States.”
Please forgive my innocence. I obviously didn’t know better (I was five.) I simply thought of the highest goal imaginable, something noteworthy. Something, anything to help my situation. My upbringing was less than spectacular, and dreaming was all I had. So, I dreamed and dreamed…
Dreaming is Free
Struggle became quite familiar. Our broken family crippled by financial problems. I would close my small eyes and imagine a better life. A life where my mom didn’t need food stamps, a life where we didn’t need to ride the bus, and a life where Santa didn’t skip our house.
It killed me to watch my mom struggle. I asked the tall people for help. The adults preached education. But, I didn’t need an education, I needed money. The giants explained education would earn a scholarship to graduate from college, to get a job, and then get money.
And then get money?
It seemed far away, but okay. I figured if I went to school every day, this would help my goal of graduating college. My very first goal was set: perfect attendance.
My Perfect Attendance Quest
I went to school everyday. Even the days I didn’t feel like going, I went. Day in and day out, I showed up. Being poor sucks, and if this would help. Control what you can control. Showing up is the first step in accomplishing any goal. For 8 years I didn’t let anything stand in my way, I didn’t miss ONE day in school from pre-school through eighth grade, not one.
Showing up is the first step in accomplishing any goal.
As I stood receiving my first award for perfect attendance. I stood 10 feet tall that day. Every year Jack in the Box would give the perfect attendance recipients a coupon for a meal (a brilliantly sly marketing move.) The only time I could afford Jack in the Box. I felt like I needed the finest silverware for my cheeseburger combo. I sat like a young prince, eager to eat my well-earned meal.
Fall in love with pride.
Total Body Project Goals
Over the years, my goals evolved. Graduate college, move out of the Southeast L.A., help my mom, and start my own company to name a few. I’m proud to say, Total Body Project has helped hundreds improve their lives. Our recent goals consist of our first Get Me Skinny training course, our newest book, Get Me Skinny…Again and the much anticipated release of our on-line training.
But life is meant to be abundant.
Goals must be both professional and personal.
Enter the Ironman Triathlon… Unfortunately, I have a unique ability to make drowning look like swimming. Pools did not exist in South Los Angeles, neither did swim lessons. But I figured, I’m an athlete, let’s go for it.
I almost drowned in my first half-mile ocean swim…
I recorded the longest swim/drown in history. The ocean tossed me like a rubber duck for 47 minutes. It took everything in me, not to quit. Somehow I crossed the finish line. I coughed up salt water for days.
Don’t be scared to fail. Failure and success go hand in hand. Success cannot exist without failure. My first triathlon was one of the biggest public failures of my life. But I let this moment be the spark, I let it be my motivation for my next attempt. The Ironman Triathlon, approximately 5 times the distance of my first failure. My biggest failure would be followed by my biggest triumph.
The Ironman Triathlon
2.4 miles of swimming followed by 112 of biking and then a 26.2-mile run. When I told people about this goal, some laughed. But laughing at my goals doesn’t anger me, it inspires me. Laughter represents the right direction for my goals. They laughed when I started my own company. People questioned my reason for leaving engineering. Others are surprised when they learn of of my Engineering degree. A few even ask who wrote my books.
When people laugh, I know I’m on the right track.
Two years after my swim/drown I completed my first Ironman triathlon. The joy overwhelmed me. As I crossed that finish line after 13 hours of racing, I realized any goal worth achieving will require hard work, it will require you to show up, and it will require failure. But any goal can be accomplished. Any goal.
What are your goals? Are they big enough? Do they scare you? Are you willing to do the work?
Let me know how I can help you.
NASM Master Trainer
Happy New Year!
I love the New Year, it’s the only time everyone is motivated to make a change. To start and finish your fat loss program, to change your life. Maybe your goal is to quit smoking, earn that promotion, close that big deal, listen to what she says… even if you’re tired… and have work… so she doesn’t get upset and you can spend the weekend with your friends without any judgement. You know, the normal resolutions we all have. Smell the air, the optimism is euphoric. Welcome to day one, the first day of a new beginning. A new chance for success.
Day one, means we begin the road to fat loss. Losing fat can be tough, but thankfully many of us were gifted the tools of success during the holidays: a new gym membership, a yoga mat, some dumbbells, or even a fancy elliptical machine that is currently… still in the box, waiting to be assembled. And while our ambitions are at an all time high, they’ll soon fall if we’re not properly equipped. Not just with tools but the RIGHT tools for success.
Before you start make sure you know what to do. Take our Fat Loss Quiz to see if you know the right stuff.
Fat Loss is Like a Marathon
We’re all on the start line right. We know the finish line, but our nerves are on high alert. If we don’t pace ourselves, we’ll give up and fail. Trust me, I know this all too well. At the start line of every marathon, my training partner Tony and I, always had a plan. I would repeat this plan over and over again.
“Remember Robert, take it easy in the beginning, get a rhythm, and then set your pace. You got this!”
The race starts and the plan goes straight out the window. I’m darting down the course as if I’m being chased by a pack of wild dogs. I can’t tell you how many times Tony has caught up to me and reminded me of our trusted plan.
I always let the start line excitement get the best of me. Unfortunately, that’s how most of us are with fat loss. We sprint like a madman, only to be pulled back to reality. Our minds know what to do, but once the gun goes off, logic disappears. We’ve all done it. We’ve started 90-day workout programs, only to give up after 7 days 🙁 We’ve meal prepped for an entire week, only to throw away most of the food by Friday. We take off sprinting and forget we still have 26.2 miles to go.
Quick shameless TBP plug. Starting off too fast isn’t the only fitness fail people make during the new year. If you haven’t already, check out TBP’s ANIMATED VIDEO on fitness fails. It’s hilarious and oh so true!
But just because we aren’t sprinting doesn’t make it easier. We still need the right tools to get us to the finish line. I’m getting tired of these marathon metaphors, but last one, I promise. The tools below are the ones you need before the race even begins. Without them, you’re setting yourself up for failure. It’s called the MAD PLAN.
These are the three most important tools needed to successfully lose fat. Simple, direct, to the point. But much like that elliptical machine still waiting to be assembled, many of us will leave these tools in our box waiting to be assembled.
Number one is MOTIVATION
Why the hell are you doing this?
Ask yourself this question. What’s motivating you? What’s going to make you get up early, stay up late and put in the necessary work? Don’t give me the classic BS excuse: I just want to be healthy? No, you don’t. There’s something else driving you. All of our motivations are different. You may want to look sexy in that dress that doesn’t fit. You’re sick of asking yourself, “Does this make me look fat?” You’re sick and tired of feeling and looking sick and tired…
Maybe you don’t want to be a 232 pound fatty being made fun of because his suit is too tight at the wedding of your close friend who hasn’t seen you in a few years and comments about the fact that you can’t button your suit. Yup, that’s me! Look at those chipmunk cheeks.
Whatever your motivation, it must be deep enough to inspire you to not give up. Find your BIGGER BURN.
Number two is ACCOUNTABILITY
Nobody can climb Mt. Everest alone. We need Sherpas, a team of other climbers and a crew at base camp telling us about the storms coming ahead. Losing fat is the Mt. Everest of health. We can’t do it alone. I repeat, we cannot do it alone. Once you’ve found your MOTIVATION, it’s imperative we have supporters who are part of our Accountability Alliance.
Who’s going to help you?
These are people who will hold your feet to the fire when times get tough. When you want that pizza slice, who’s going encourage you to make a better choice? When you want to go out for beers, who’s going to remind you about that 232 pound fatty that… You get my point. It can be a friend, a family member, or more importantly, your significant other. If your partner isn’t on board, your fat loss success diminishes. The reason why TBP clients are successful is because we hold our clients accountable, weigh-ins, measurements, pictures. It allows us to gauge our success in short periods of time, in order to reach our long term goals. Remember, it’s a marathon not a sprint. The stronger your alliance, the higher likelihood of success.
Number three is DISCIPLINE
Making the correct decision, even when you don’t want to. Easy peezy? YEAH freaking right! We’re bound to slip up. Sunday brunch? Happy hour? We’ll fail, because if it was easy, everyone would be a Victoria Secret model (my dream, not yours). We won’t be perfect all the time, but we have to listen to that little voice inside our head.
Listen to your little voice.
You know the one. That voice that creeps up and says don’t do it when you’re driving home and you’re a little hungry. You have everything you need for a perfectly good sandwich waiting for you, but you inexplicably pull into an In-N-Out drive thru, order a triple-triple (yes, those exists) with animal fries, pay, while asking for a box with a lid to keep everything warm (I knew it was a problem when the cashier knew me by name). That voice needs to be your guiding light. It can be trained to be powerful armed with the right Motivation and supported by strong Accountability Alliance. Your little voice can take over your choices and automate decision making. Discipline is limiting the decisions taking us away from our goal while maximizing the decisions moving us towards our goal.
If you’re still reading, first off, thank you. It means what you’ve read makes at least a little sense. You’ve found your true motivation and have people in mind for your Accountability Alliance. You even promised yourself to try harder to listen to your little voice. What I’m about to ask of you next requires you take a leap of faith with me. And you can’t laugh. Ok, you can laugh but you have to keep an open mind. Deal?
Get the Right Tools
I need you to fill out a workbook. And not just any workbook but the Master Trainer, Tony Arreola’s Secrets of the Skinny workbook. Go ahead, finish laughing, I’ll wait. Before you brush this off, we’ve used this workbook as homework for our individual personal training clients and it really works. Trust me, when Tony first sent it to me I was a skeptic. But it works because it teaches the secrets you need to master before you step foot into a gym.
Stop Being Fooled
Are you still with me? I told you I needed you to trust me. If this sounds silly, it’s probably because you’ve been taken advantage of before. The fitness industry has tricked you into believing you can lose, 10 pounds in 10 days. Juice cleanses that jump start your metabolism. Or the top 5 fat burning exercises. As a member of the fitness industry, I’m sorry we lied to you, and this workbook is our mea culpa.
Use the Right Tools
If you have failed to lose fat in the past, it wasn’t because of lack of effort. You weren’t equipped with the right tools. Now you have them. Use them and more importantly learn from others mistakes including mine. We want to make your fat loss journey as easy as possible. Take that leap of faith. If I can do it, you can too. Capitalize on the motivation before it goes away.
What goals do you have this year? Please share with me in the comments. I promise to try and help as much as possible.
NASM CPT, WLS, BCS
Common Fitness Fails
It’s day one, and you’re ready to start (again.) Before you head to the gym to re-start your program. Make sure you avoid these classic fitness fails.
1. Don’t exercise too hard.
We’ve all seen that person doing every exercise they’ve ever known. Don’t be that guy.
2. Don’t exercise for more than one hour.
An hour is the maximum time for your first time back. Heck that’s more than some people do in a month.
3. Don’t think you’re going to get in shape today. You’re not. No one has… ever.
4. Don’t set overly aggressive goals. Lose ten pounds in ten days? Doesn’t happen. And your friend that “did,” is probably still fat.
5. Don’t do celebrity workouts. celebrities are people, not fitness experts. some aren’t too bright.
6. Don’t do two-a-days. You know the old adage, “I’ll go double tomorrow.” No you won’t, you barely went single today.
7. Don’t buy new equipment. You won’t use it. Build habits first, and then invest in equipment.
8. Don’t forget your towel. Nobody likes wiping others sweat. Yuck.
9. Don’t stare at people at the gym. It’s creepy. You know who you are.
10. Don’t stop to take the perfect selfie. It’s awkward for everyone.
11. Don’t hog the equipment. It’s not yours, you don’t own it. Sharing is caring.
12. Don’ t starve yourself. Cleanses, ridiculously low calories, and fasting causes havoc.
13. Don’t weigh yourself after every workout. You can’t lose fat after a workout. You can lose water, but that’s not the same. Fat loss takes time.
14. Don’t workout when you’re sore. If it hurts too move, you’re doing it wrong. Rest.
15. Don’t wait. Start now, start small, and start making progress.
Best Selling Author, “Get Me Skinny”
Avoiding Holiday Pounds
“Hay mijo, you have to relax, it’s Christmas.”
My mom looked at me with a sly grin. Mind you, I offered to buy my Mom a new car when she reaches her fitness goals (*offer not valid for everyone*)
Her goal was to lose 30 pounds. She’s lost 10 so far, but when the Holiday season comes, she runs out of steam.
How can we avoid the Holiday pounds?
I don’t know about you, but I hate throwing away my results. And I’m sure my mom hates wasting another year taking the bus. Okay, I don’t make her take the bus, Uber works well.
When it comes to Winter, our bodies default to our cold, harsh, winter caveman days. This was a time, when we as a human species needed to hunker down, needed to eat as much as possible (when food was available) to survive. Without this mentality, I would not be typing this blog. We would not have survived the first harsh winter.
Great for survival, bad for our bellies.
It’s been a while since I hunted for a meal. Sometimes, I can just send a text to my girlfriend or push a button for Postmates to get fed.
But, the primal instinct remains inside of us. It requires effort to get outside when it’s cold. Big effort is needed to stop eating. Winter effort is harder than in the spring.
Through extensive trials with our clients we’ve found 6 proven ways to fight those fattening Holiday pounds.
Tip #1: WHEN YOU’RE FULL… STOP EATING
How many times have you been satisfied at a meal? Let me guess, always. When you’re full, take a deep breath, smile and stop eating.
Pro Tip: Tip: Ask yourself, “Am I still hungry, bored, or just eating to eat.”
Tip #2: DRINK WATER
Contrary to popular belief, the stomach isn’t an endless garbage disposal. It’s an organ with a fixed size. When you fill it with water, you’ll eat less. This is a good thing, for you and your waistline. Drink as much water as you can.
Pro Tip: Urine color is a great indicator of proper hydration. “Clear pee means a healthy me.”
Tip #3: EAT A LIGHT SNACK BEFORE THE MAIN EVENT
Don’t arrive “starving” to a special event. If you have nothing in your system, you’re much more likely to overeat.
Pro Tip: Eat a light snack, like an apple or an orange 15-30 minutes prior.
Tip #4: EATING IN HERDS
Did you know when you eat alone, you’re less likely to overeat? Add one person, you eat up to 35% more. If the group exceeds 7, you’ll eat 96% more. This is an alarming stat, perfect for the Holidays. Be aware, and always be mindful.
Pro Tip: Farmers feed chickens together to create this overeating herd affect. Don’t let the environment trick you into overeating.
Tip #5: STAY AWAY FROM CALORIC LANDMINES
Watch out for high-caloric foods. High calorie foods like guacamole, cheeses can wreak havoc on your goals. Imagine shopping on Rodeo Drive with a limited budget. You would check every price tag before you buy. Same for food. Check the calories of any new foods. Better safe than sad.
Pro Tip: Use our favorite calorie app My Fitness Pal, to find caloric landmines BEFORE you blow up (literally.)
Tip #6: STAY AWAY FROM THE FOOD-PUSHERS
You know exactly who I’m talking about. Your Tia with the tamales. Uncle Juan’s can’t miss casserole. Eggnog downing cousin Fidel. Stay away, learn to say no, or if they get really annoying, resort to name calling. Totally kidding about the last one, kinda.
Pro Tip: When facing food pressure, look them in the eye and say, “No thanks, I’m stuffed.”
We’ve shared these tips with our clients, and they have experienced a happy and healthy Holiday Season. Remember the goal is to celebrate life, to enjoy each other. And like I told my Mom, I enjoy our lives more when she’s healthy.
Special Bonus: Survival Guide Checklist
Remember nutrition is only one side of the equation.
If you want to eat more, you need to move more.
Read our cardio guide to find out which movement burns more calories.
NASM Master Trainer CPT, WLS, CES, SFS, WFS, BCS
Best Selling Author, Get Me Skinny.
Have you ever tried to ride your bike from Canada to Mexico?
So how did I end up on trying to climb Big Sur?
A few years ago, Eric and I we’re completing a personal training session. We worked through major back issues. He didn’t have a bulged disk, something far worse: 2 shattered discs. Eric experienced chronic back pain for over 20 years. Fortunately, I had a plan for his back pain.
Three Main Back Issues:
- Little to No Flexibility
- Weak Core
- No Glute Activation
If he stuck with the program, we would see incredible results. The results blew my mind, his back pain became a distant memory.
Eric’s back pain became a distant memory
He felt as strong as a bull. The strongest 57 y/o around. He asked me a question that changed my life.
“Would you ride your bike from San Francisco to Irvine?”
I obviously thought he was joking.
I replied like any normal person. “Sure, no big deal. Let’s keep working, three more reps.” We finished the session and I thought nothing more of the proposal.
Things Got Real Quick
The next session, Eric showed up with a map and possible dates. I pooped my pants. This guy is serious? I didn’t think it was possible, but I reluctantly agreed.
My butt cried. Every hill destroyed us. We found ourselves laying on the side of the road. It took a monumental effort just make it through the scheduled ride. I just didn’t think it was possible. I would have a tough time. And I knew it would be even harder for him. I had doubts, big doubts.
Our Secret Weapon
We had a secret weapon, we each possessed a Bigger Burn. A powerful Bigger Burn. Eric was a cancer survivor. He beat the odds, coming back from near-death made him almost invincible. He wasn’t supposed to do any of this, not anymore. I had a starkly different experience with cancer. My friend Amadu fought bravely against the horrid disease. Sadly, cancer won.
We knew what we needed to do. Make the mission bigger than us. Eliminate failure as an option. We would raise money for the fight against cancer.
Fighting For Cancer
Armed with the motivation, we began our first ride. The target ride from San Francisco to Irvine. 6 days, 500 miles and 45+ hours of cycling (my butt still hurts.) Our navigation was less than stellar. The days were endless.
Eric Was Ready to Quit
On the beginning on Day 3, a ride from to San Luis Obispo, we started the day in horrible pain. We each carried a backpack filled with all our equipment. The backpacks were taking a toll. We took a break so Eric could jump on a conference call. I could see the pain in him. As we sat in the gas station, I calmly took Eric’s backpack and threw it over mine.
Eric said “No” to me with two backpacks. He shook his head. I told him to pedal. He didn’t fight back after that. We biked the next 45 miles through rolling hills, heat and narrow lanes.
I screamed as my front tire punctured. My body flew over the handle bars. I ricocheted off the asphalt. Sprawled on the ground, Eric came to my help. He removed the extra backpack, and we managed to complete the day. I tore up my shoulder and hip, but I could still ride.
Armed with the right motivation, anything is possible.
And Ride We Did
We recently completed our 7th bike trip. The bike trek from Oregon to San Francisco. Eric the machine performed like a beast. He isn’t slowing down one bit. He pushes me to work harder. And honestly, I need to. I need to be ready for whatever loony adventure pops in his head.
NASM Master Trainer
Author, “Get Me Medals”
3 Simple and Quick Tips to Add Free Bike Speed:
We all enjoy the thrill of speed. Speed makes biking fun (and easier.) Whether you’re cruising along the beach or racing up mountain tops. Bicycling is one of the finest ways to enjoy nature’s beauty. So exhilarating, you forget it’s even exercise. Well, until you climb a hill…
Experiencing pain in your knees? Your seat is probably too low. Your knee should be at a slight bend at the bottom of your pedal stroke. You can usually move the seat up, down, forward and back. If you’re serious, get a professional bike fit. If you just want to ride faster today, make sure it’s comfortable and pain free.
And remember the faster you get on your bike, the faster you can use these tips. See you on the road 🙂
Running? Elliptical? Spinning? Or could it be swimming? The debate rages on. Last week, I was having an argument… I mean, conversation with my girlfriend discussing which cardio burns the most calories.
No matter what I said, I was wrong.
That’s normal for our conversations. But I asked her to give me a chance to explain my point. (After all, I do this for a living.) She teaches spin, and group classes, and insists her workouts burn way more calories than my workouts.
Cool story, bro.
That’s what she actually said. The faster our heart can pump this oxygen-rich blood, the more calories we burn. The way to burn the most calories is to increase the intensity of the cardio you choose.
So, I win.
Not so fast, I told her, any cardio.
Burning more calories requires more effort, little effort burns less calories than more effort. Walking burns calories, walking uphill burns more calories, speed-walking uphill carrying 8 grocery bags while chewing gum and texting burns the most calories.You get the point.The harder it feels, the harder you’re working, thus the more calories your burning, regardless of the type. Everyone wins. Score one for the home team.
But, which cardio burns the most calories?
That’s easy, the cardio you actually do, and do hard.
In my experience, people don’t struggle deciding between cardio burning strategies. They usually struggle between the couch and cardio.
Make it easy, pick what you like and do that.
At NASM and TBP we recommend the FITTE Principle
F: Frequency (Times per week)
I: Intensity (Effort level)
T: Time (Duration)
T: Type (Kind)
E: Enjoyment (Do you like it?)
Keep it simple: Harder Cardio = More Calories Burned
She scratched her head. Makes sense. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. But no, I added, I’ve ridden my bike from Canada to Mexico, your spin class would probably be pretty chill for me. She gave me the look, you know the look. It’s about to go down. Next thing I know, I was in her spin class with my legs strapped to propeller. My legs spun ridiculously fast, my body drenched in sweat, my heart screamed, and my mouth gasped for air.She smiled and said, I win!