Sunday, December 26, 2010

FITNESS: Part I

FOR BEGINNERS.

The basics of fitness: What it is, and what it isn't.

How far can you run? What's your average wattage on the bike? For what distance? Not much into cycling? Okay, how fast can you swim? What do you mean you can't swim? How much weight can you bench press? How many push-ups can you do? How many sit-ups can you do? How many pull-ups? Who cares?

The facts of fitness are few, and the myths readily abound. What exactly is fitness, and how do you know when you've got it? Should you try to find the definition of fitness you will be sorely disappointed. Random House dictionary vaguely defines it as the "capability of the body of distributing inhaled oxygen to muscle tissue during increased physical effort." Clearly this refers to cardiovascular or cardiorespitory efficiency, long agreed upon to be the determining factor in human physical capacity, but nowhere does Random House or any other authority specify the exact criteria which must be met to proclaim a person as being 'fit.' As such it is subject to the corruption of interpretation and the fallacy of personal opinion.

Whatever it is, its hard to argue with the fact that fitness is important. It makes our minds and bodies stronger and healthier, it extends our lifespan and improves our quality of life. It increases capacity thereby decreasing limitations, and forces us to make positive life choices. It opens doors and crushes doubt, instilling confidence and radiant optimism. All well and good, but how does one obtain it? How much fitness is "enough?" My personal definition of fitness is far more expansive and decidedly more precise, however mine is heavily biased; extreme endurance athletes tend to have a drastically different view of fitness than the average 'weekend warrior.' As much emphasis and importance as we place on it, we tend to look at fitness as little more than a tool. It is for sure the biggest, shineyest, most important and useful tool in the toolbox, but put in the simplest of terms it is a tangible means for the worldly execution of our will--a physical enabler and expresser of our mental power and ability. An Ironman triathlon, to us, for example, is not about the individual acts of swimming, biking or running long distance. It is about the challenge in its entirety; the completion of a task so formidable to the human body it was once thought impossible. Capacity is the bottom line for us--full stop, end of story. It's about the physical and mental power to exert our wills through any circumstance, and to move farther, faster and do more work without need for, or in lieu of, mechanical help. For me, it's not so much about how far I can swim or exactly how many miles I can run. I want to be unlimited by task or terrain, climate or condition. I am not here to just go through the motions, and I am not working to be average. Yes I did Ironman, twice, but like most my body was shattered at its completion. A good start, but ultimately I want to be able to cross that finish line, then go get a real workout in a couple hours later.

People who approach fitness as a way to "remain healthy" or "stay in shape" typically view it almost as a chore--a stop-gap measure employed to prevent frequent doctor visits or to avoid "letting themselves go." This is akin to putting just enough gas in the 5 gallon tank of your scooter to go only as far as your destination, at which point you repeat the same practice all over again, and so on throughout life. It will get you around town, but don't expect to be winning any drag races or taking any road trips. I'll stick with this analogy to hammer some sense home. The healthier you eat, the more gas you fill in your tank. The longer you train, the bigger that tank gets. The harder you train, the more powerful a vehicle you upgrade to. So instead of limping around town in your scooter (going through the motions 2-3 times per week and giving lip-service to a healthy diet), why not tour the entire countryside in a car with a hundred gallon gas tank and the engine of a ferrari? Alright so maybe that's a little excessive for most, but even a blind man can see the merit to increased physical capacity. Unfortunately, the knowledge required to build and develop this true and functional fitness is hidden and buried in obscure fringe sporting arenas mostly removed from mainstream attention.

True fitness is almost never present in the underwear models you drool over in magazines. If you're looking for physique, a simple combination of eating healthy, weightlifting 90 minutes per week and hopping on one of those "spinner" bikes for a couple hours per week will give you a body you won't be self-conscious about at the beach. Just keep your distance however, because you'll be crying for your mother the moment a true fitness challenge is laid at your feet. You will find plenty of solace though, as you will certainly be in the vast and comfortable majority. A visit to any typical public gym offers an idea of what modern society thinks it means to be fit; magazines and newspapers are read while dancing around on ellipticals or half-assedly turning the pedals on spin-cycles, weights are lifted by isolated muscles, often in a seated and supported position, intensity is distinctly lacking, and "aerobics" classes are nothing more than jumping jacks set to music. Sadly, modern fitness is defined by appearance rather than actual horsepower. A training program contaminated by this attitude cannot produce superior fitness, physical or mental. If you're reading "fitness" magazines you picked up at GNC, stop. If you're using a program you saw on "Fit TV," stop. If you're still following the instructions of your high-school Phys. Ed. coach, how in the hell did you get to my webpage...?

Primarily this blog is for individuals who are motivated to excel. Seeking, by definition, way more than enough and far better than average. For individuals driven, as a rule, to outperform and committed to pursue the elite. I do try, however, as much as I can to impart useful and pertinent lessons comprehensible to those hungry with vision though lacking experience. I was not always an extreme athlete, and I can still recall the imposing confusion of just starting out. I receive just as much joy from watching a green and wide-eyed but motivated athlete realize that he can do more than he thought as I do from watching a steely-eyed veteran do impossibly more than anyone thought. It is important to point out here, however, that depth of fitness is always goal-specific. Many a time after being pressed to provide a glimpse into my training schedule has the presser proclaimed, "Wow, you must be in ridiculous shape!" Perhaps, but in relation to what? Compared to the average joe, sure, I'm a motherfucking stud. Compared to a Navy SEAL however, I'm a small child at kindergarten recess. Relativity is the reality here. Obviously elite physical and mental fitness are of paramount importance to me, as a result of the way in which I perceive and approach life. And while I strongly endorse the merits of discipline and physical hardship, I am not so blindly conceited to say my way is the only. So I'm not going to tell you that you need to be a competitive triathlete, a marathon runner or a fire-breathing CrossFitter in order to lay claim to being "physically fit." I dare go out on a limb to play the odds however, and submit that you need to be doing a whole lot more than at present. What's the secret, you ask? Simple: Stop paying attention to the marketing hype and approach fitness for what it really is.

Fitness is an ideal. It is a lifestyle, not necessarily a measurable outcome. What constitutes a "fit" individual is largely dependent on the goal of the individual and is specific to his/her expectations. Fitness, therefore, is not a tangible goal per se, rather it is the byproduct of setting and achieving such progress-related goals in individual athletic disciplines. Usually fitness serves a purpose. It is a means to an end, and as such every individual must ask themselves what they want or need to be fit for. Playing professional soccer, running a marathon and competing in an adventure race all require different kinds and levels of physical fitness. Decide how far you want to go, then set a challenge or goal worthy of that level of fitness. Design or borrow a training plan and commit to make it happen. If you don't have a specific goal I am an avid proponent of generalized fitness, which is to say well-roundedness. Don't just push weights around a gym and pseudo-ski on an elliptical--cross-train with a purpose. Do bodyweight exercises. Go running. If you don't own a bike, buy one--I bet you'll enjoy it. Don't know how to swim (doggy-paddle doesn't count)? Take lessons. They're not that expensive and I bet you'll pick it up a lot faster than you think. I challenge you to commit to a month of sincere physical training. If you are not satisfied with your results, I will compensate you for every penny you spent on your endeavor. Fitness doesn't come easy, but it is absolutely worth it. And you know it.

Now drop and give me twenty.

"The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary." -Mark Twain

COMING SOON: Fitness Part 2 - For Athletes

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Remembering 9/11: Why We Fight

It seemed fitting to me, that on this day, the 9th anniversary of the September 11 terrorist attacks I should write a different kind of essay. Few will read this and fewer will fully understand, but the main purpose of my writings is not for others to read. Recently though, an individual who had just finished reading my book, Build to Break, made an interesting comment that sparked a bit of thought. This individual, after complimenting me on my efforts and praising my book, proceeded with the following caveat: "...but man, you need to chill out some." Chill out some. Really? Without elaboration, I was left to ponder the possible meanings of this statement. If that's the impression my book gives off, I thought, then I failed somewhere along the way as a writer. I realized, in retrospect, that while my book covers in relative depth how I am, it never adequately explains why. Since that is a subject the content of which could fill a dozen more books, I will simply address the particular facet of my personality the aforementioned comment seems to reference: My intensity.

Put simply, I am intense because I need to be. Apparently some people hold a convoluted notion that intensity is some kind of hyperactive disorder or a quality of the excessively somber. In my case at least, this could not be farther from the truth. I believe my 'intensity' is an invaluable asset; a product of my passions and a reflection of the way I choose to live life. It is also a virtual prerequisite of the career and life path I intend to take. It is my opinion that most Americans are idealists. In my view, this is a good thing. Idealists however, tend to look upon those of us with a more realistic point of view as cynical pessimists who focus only on the negative. Again, this simply is not the case. I can certainly look at the greener side of the fence, but unlike others I cannot ignore the charred earth on the other side.

The world for many people is a frightful, brutal, unforgiving place. We are fortunate enough to have been born into this free nation, which is mostly removed from that brutality. We have been given freedom, opportunity and an escape from fear. Here I sit, on a beautiful Saturday morning in a quiet, virtually crime and violence-free suburb of our nation's capital. We are all free to live our lives as we wish, and we are given the gift of opportunity--to better ourselves in whatever manner we choose, with the promise that we will never be forced to remain a certain way, or in a certain social status. We are being actively shielded from the horrors affecting much of the world, so that we may carry out our lives almost completely free from fear. I like to refer to our luxurious standard of living as the 'bubble.' Since most of us have little or no experience of the world outside our bubble, it is easy to forget or ignore the violence that plagues our planet and is destroying billions of lives of people less fortunate than ourselves. In effect, this 'bubble' becomes our world, and as a result it becomes difficult to imagine living any other way. I am personally extremely grateful I was born into this great country, and I am damned proud to be an American. I want to give back, the best way I know how and in a way that best suits my interests and goals. I don't want to take my freedom for granted one more day. And I believe my intensity is the key to letting me do exactly that. The explanation of all this is going to require a poignant example, and I can think of no more appropriate analogy to use to tie together these topics than the events of 9/11/01.



My eyes still well with tears and I still tremble with rage as I watch video re-runs of the hijacked airplanes crashing into the Twin Towers. Of terrified people jumping from 90 stories, having given up hope and wanting to escape the inferno at their backs. Of the towers collapsing from the hellacious fires, condemning thousands of people to a horrifying death. Of the chilling sound of several hundred locator beacons filling the air with an angry chirping as they cling to the corpses of firefighters who had raced into the burning towers, now buried under 500,000 tons of rubble and twisted steel. Often I feel as though I should be getting even more emotional, more enraged than I already am, as if I am failing to respect the magnitude of what happened that day. I was a high school freshman on 9/11, so I did not fully comprehend the gravity of those attacks at the time, though I had a pretty good idea of their magnitude. On September 11, 2001 our bubble was burst, at least temporarily. We had been assaulted with a horrific kind of violence that while new to us, has plagued humanity since the dawn of civilization. The people that visited this terror upon us did so because of a fallacious hatred so intense it cannot be contained. A hate that boiled and festered in the minds of evil extremists living half the world away.


It seems to sail straight over most peoples' heads that Al Qaeda did not just attack a military target. Not a base, not an intelligence center, not just our foreign policy makers or our government. They attacked completely innocent civilians who had nothing to do with what was happening in the middle east. Men, women and even children. They did this deliberately, to emphasize their message: They were attacking US. You and me. The American way of life, standard of living, individual behavior and beliefs. People are also quick to forget that 9/11 was not an isolated event. Al Qaeda had bombed the World Trade Center earlier, in '93, then the bombing of two American embassies in '98, and the attack on the USS Cole in 2000. They have also attacked our Spanish, British and Danish allies to devastating effect, and have tried repeated failed attempts at attacking us again, most recently with the foiled Times Square car bombs--again a wholly civilian target. Men who hate us that much cannot be reasoned with and diplomacy is not even remotely an option on the table. They must be destroyed, or eviscerated enough that they lose the will to fight for their cause. Then peace can be established, and freedom maintained, but only when guarded by capable armed forces committed to its defense. People willing to die to defend freedom, and to give it to others. I am volunteering to do exactly that, and in order to win the fight against a people so evil and hateful that they would enthusiastically die just for the chance to see you suffer requires the intensity of hell itself. I am volunteering for several years of the most arduous military training in the free world, just for the opportunity to engage in what is arguably the most arduous form of warfare: Combat against evil ideas and beliefs, instead of an army. Against hate itself.


Re-read the declaration of independence some time, and this time bear in mind that it spells out every luxury and opportunity you enjoy. Bear in mind that it was written by men committed to its cause, in a time of war. That it was written in blood. The entire purpose of this country's founding was for its citizens to enjoy the freedom it provides, but we must not confuse that enjoyment with taking it for granted. Idealists are quick to point out the beauty of the world; all the magnificent and enchanting places you can travel to so as to better experience life. Indeed there are many such incredible places and I hope to visit as many of them as I can before I die. But we must not forget that we are unimaginably fortunate just to be able to consider visiting such places, and possessing the freedom and opportunity to be able to do so. We must not forget that the freedom we enjoy is not the norm, nor is even the concept of freedom itself desired universally. We must not forget the world outside our bubble, and the places where any one of you would be brutally murdered simply for being what you are: White, Christian, Jewish, female, American. Places like parts of Africa, Burma, North Korea, Mexico, Chechnya, Iran, Iraq, Pakistan and Afghanistan to name a few. Places where millions of people suffer daily in the absence of true freedom. People who would gladly give anything to live in your bubble.


I love life and I want to live the hell out of it, my way, for as long as I have on this earth. I love our country and what it stands for and I want to fight for it, but I will do so with nothing less than the most capable warriors this world has ever produced. I have no illusions of 'saving the world,' but I want to do whatever I can to combat the hatred that would see innocent people suffer. Around the clock I wear a band on my right wrist that reads "Infidel Strong," a play on the Army's slogan of "Army Strong," and a defiant spit in the face to our extremist enemies. I use it as a subtle motivator in my quest to become an elite American warrior, and if I am afforded the honor to stand in the ranks of the SEAL Teams, and given the opportunity to combat this hatred, hopefully in the middle east, I will make our enemies very dearly regret having summoned my presence on the battlefield. If I must die in this effort so be it, but rest assured--I will take as many of those bastards with me as I can. "Chill out some." Now that you know why I choose to fight, and what that fight will demand, you should understand why I respond, "No, thanks." The objective of terrorism is to alter the way a people behaves or lives: To change them by fear. We in fact give a small victory to our enemies every year by reliving the terrorist attacks every anniversary of 9/11. Unfortunately we have to, because we must never forget the victims of that horrible day and the scarred families and friends still grieving for their losses.


We fight because we have to, in order to protect our way of life. To abandon our search for Bin Laden and our fight against Al Qaeda would be to give them victory by surrender. A victory, for the memories of the nearly 3,000 Americans who died on 9/11, they must never enjoy. These men will not stop, so neither can we. We must hunt down terrorists across the globe and purge them from our world, and we must do everything in our power to extend the comfort of our bubble to those people raped by senseless violence and unjust war. Ideally warfare would not be necessary, as it is a brutal and ugly thing that causes a great deal of pain and suffering. Realistically, the evil violence of our enemies such as extremist terror groups can only be stopped with a just violence more effectively employed. I choose to join in this battle because I believe I am physically and mentally prepared to do so. I will fight to defend the free and liberate the oppressed. And I will fight so that hopefully, others won't have to. And I plan to do it with nothing less than an intensity that is beyond measure.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

2009: A Year in Review

Looking back, 2009 was an action-packed year for me, full of ups and downs and punctuated mostly by success, but also by educational failure. Another progressive chapter in my life as an athlete and my quest to become an elite warrior has been written with copious amounts of my blood, sweat and tears. In this post I will take a moment to look back on a year of hard work by listing a sort of resume of the events I competed in, followed by a brief bullet-list of a few of my most memorable moments. I write this as a reference; a platform from which to build upon as I look forward to my most intense year yet in 2010.

Triathlon:

Smithfield Sprint -- 4th place division, 14th place overall | Time = 0:53:08
Rumpus in Bumpass Olympic -- 2nd place division, 31st place overall | Time = 2:18:31
St. Croix Ironman 70.3 -- 6th place division, 174th overall | Time = 5:32:07
Kinetic Half-Iron -- 7th place division, 42nd overall | Time = 5:07:45
Ironman 70.3 Eagleman -- 10th place division, 286th overall | Time = 4:57:48
Ironman 70.3 Buffalo Springs Lake -- 10th place division, 202nd overall | Time = 5:23:42
Ironman 70.3 Rhode Island -- 19th place division, 277th overall | Time = 5:00:16
Ironman Arizona -- 18th place division, 867th overall | Time = 11:57:20

Running:

Holiday Lake 50K Ultramarathon -- Time = 6:07
Odyssey Mill Mountain Challenge 8-hour Orienteering Race -- 4th place in 2-person division, 20th place overall
Bel Monte 50M Ultramarathon -- Time = 12:23
Dorchester Half-Marathon -- 1st place division, 3rd place overall, Time = 1:26
Maryland Half-Marathon -- Time = 1:38
Grindstone 100M Ultramarathon -- DNF, Time = ~30:00 at mile 80
Marine Corps Marathon -- Time = 3:57

Most memorable moments in terms of...

Glory: Feeling like the terminator running down 3rd place overall at Dorchester Half-Marathon.
Frustration: Petering out to a mediocre run at Eagleman 70.3.
Pride: Finishing the Bel Monte 50-miler.
Pain: The marathon at the end of Ironman Arizona. 'Nuff said.
Grit: Running a 6:10 closing mile in the half-marathon at the end of St. Croix 70.3.
Motivation: Getting amped out of my mind as I watched a huge lightning storm erupt across the night sky while gale-force winds blew trees sideways before the start of Buffalo Springs Lake 70.3.
Disappointment: DNFing at Grindstone 100.

Swim: The rough ocean swim at Rhode Island 70.3. A ferocious wind-storm blew in to kick up some crazy waves and currents on the 1.2 mile swim course.
Bike: A tie between crushing the hilly 56 mile bike course in Rhode Island and the final third of the bike at Ironman Arizona, where I rocketed through the epic desert landscape at an average of 30mph.
Run: Grindstone 100. I mean really. Come on.
Race course: A tie between Ironman Arizona and St. Croix 70.3.

Statistics:

Running: Average 40 miles per week | Peak 60 miles per week
Biking: Average 150 miles per week | Peak 240 miles per week
Swimming: Average 7 miles per week | Peak 13 miles per week
Rock Climbing (until September): Average 6 hours per week | Peak 10 hours per week
Pushups: Average 900 per week | Peak 2,100 per week
Situps: Average 700 per week | Peak 2,400 per week
Pullups: Average 200 per week | Peak 450 per week

Hottest Temperature I Trained In: 109*F
Coldest Temperature I Trained In: -30*F
Number of States I Trained In: 7
Number of Countries I Trained In: 2
Number of Major Injuries I Sustained: 4

While this list may be my resume, it is far from my legacy for 2009. The adventures and experiences I had training for these events dwarf the time invested in the events themselves. From grueling soft-sand runs at the beach to hanging by my fingertips thirty feet up a rock wall, from 100-mile bike rides in 100 degree heat to long-distance backpacking in sub-zero temperatures, I have pushed myself to the limit in every arena I could find and absolutely loved every single minute of it. I have become stronger, faster, harder and tougher, and I have gained invaluable knowledge available only to the experienced. I look forward to taking 2010 to another level, along with my fitness and accomplishments. My new year's resolution is to blow this review out of the water and reset the bar a whole hell of a lot higher. Mark my words: This is just the beginning.

"While most are dreaming of success, winners wake up and work hard to achieve it."