tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77948965119233749902023-11-16T07:08:58.307-06:00TriBalance CoachingLearning to balance triathlons, CrossFit and life...one day at a time!Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-1594025819308036092012-12-03T21:54:00.003-06:002012-12-03T21:54:48.215-06:00New Website and BLOG!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-5726473407977195402012-11-26T22:12:00.002-06:002012-11-26T22:23:36.637-06:00Time for a change...<br />
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My husband was hit on his bike on November 25th. Had to have been the worse phone call, I ever received. "My name is Matt...you don't know me but your husband has been hit on his bike by a car. Please call us ASAP."<br />
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Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-64197686276791119882012-11-13T21:07:00.000-06:002012-11-13T21:12:00.489-06:00Wishing for one more "Dance with my Father."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-76432959551985100262012-10-21T21:59:00.001-05:002012-10-21T22:00:13.946-05:00lululemon athletica Ambassador!Yep!!! Coming off the plane from Ironman Hawaii and I got a greeting I will never FORGET!!!<br />
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In 1989, I watched Dave Scott and Mark Allen battle out Ironman Hawaii on NBC. I told my Mom that I was going to do Ironman by the time I was 30.<br />
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Doing 4 Ironmans have been quite an accomplishment and I am very blessed to have been able to do them. BUT, when I told my Mom that I was going to do Ironman by the time I was 30....I meant Ironman Hawaii...the World Championship. I was chasing that dream for 5 years. It didn't happen. Here is what happened: LIFE happened. My life was taking a different path...I was swimming with killer whales. I had 4 miscarriages and I lost my Dad. I wasn't ready for IM training again...my mind was working to much. I couldn't do the training. I found CrossFit, which I am very thankful for but something was missing.<br />
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This past week, I was in Kona for the Ironman World Championship in Kona...as a spectator. My husband, Chris did Ironman Hawaii. He was amazing, the hard work and determination to getnto the finish line...Priceless. Ironman Hawaii is magical...the energy, the people, the volunteers, and of course, the athletes, Pros or Age Groups. I was in awe...inspired...emotional...but most of all, I realized that dream/goal is still there. I never lost it...nor I never will until it is accomplished.<br />
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I tend to put a lot on my plate. I LIKE being busy. I coach CrossFit, coach triathletes, started an 8 Week Complete Fitness Challenge at a local doctors office in San Antonio, lift, CrossFit, run, bike, take care of my husband, my dog and my cat. I try to get new clients for triathlon coaching. I have new ideas and ambitions to think OUTSIDE the box. I put on events at Body Armor and we just had "I Love the 70's WOD". I blog. I LOVE to write. I write articles. You get my point...<br />
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Last week, I was told differently.<br />
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<b>Tuesday: </b> Felt tired, BUT I went to CrossFit at noon and worked on some lifts. As I was working on a heavy split jerk (130 lbs), I rolled my ankle with the weight overhead. I dropped it...didn't think anything of it. Later on that day, I coached and I had a hard time walking on it. Oh well, I will go to Dr. Lopez from Airrosti...he will fix it. I have been feeling a bit frustrated with my workouts lately and really didn't know why?<br />
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<b>Wednesday:</b> Coached 5:15/6:15 and 8:30. Pretty tired, so I decided I would workout that evening, so I went to Central Market to get some breakfast. Around 9:00, I wasn't feeling the best. Kept coaching, did some stuff to get ready for the 70's WOD and left around 10:30. Something wasn't right...I got home and had the WORSE 15 hour BUG, that I have had in a LONG time. I slept, didn't eat anything really solid until Friday and tried to drink water and Gatorade most of that day.<br />
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Guess what...my God (your higher power or whatever you choose to call it) told me different. You are not Super Woman and you CAN'T burn your candle at both ends. It is time to have you rest. Well, that is exactly what I did for 5 days. I did NOT workout...I took advantage of the down time and LOVED every minute of it.<br />
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<b>Monday:</b> Worked out at CrossFit, rode my bike for an hour and ended up meeting the pavement off of North Alamo with my thigh and elbow. I didn't cry. I said a few bad words cause it HURT so bad. BUT, I felt recovered, refresh and ready to go. Put my bike back in order, so I could ride back to my car. Took care of my wounds that day and had to laugh it off. I was thankful that I wasn't more hurt, a car didn't hit me or that I was in the hospital due to something worse. I still have two arms, two legs, a heart to keep me going and lungs to breathe. Just a nice strawberry on my leg...<br />
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You, honestly, never know when that next down time will be :)</div>
Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-80507192345571504542012-09-18T21:12:00.000-05:002012-09-18T21:15:05.475-05:00Opening and Closing Doors...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When it comes to politics, I am very quite about my views. When it comes to religion, I am the same way. I think that may be for some, not all, people. Sometimes a hard subject to talk about...since one person always feels that they are right...republican/democratic...Christianity/Atheist.<br />
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I feel compelled to talk a little bit about my religious views (Reader's Digest Version) and sort of what has been going on in my world.<br />
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I have never been a strong women of Faith until recently. After my two miscarriages and losing my Dad in 2008, I had no where to turn, since at that point in my life...I was not in control. In 2011, I lost ALOT of my faith, since I had two more miscarriages. At that point, I didn't know where to turn. I was depressed and all I wanted to do was to workout, hang with friends, and workout more. I pushed away God, my husband, and family.<br />
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In the beginning of 2012, I was searching for my faith but I didn't feel that it was there. I had to work on myself a little bit more but I knew that God would be waiting in the wings for me.<br />
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May 2012, I graduated from my Masters program. I was happy, excited, scared, nervous since I was thinking..."What am I going to do?" My Ahh Moment came this summer at Mackinaw Island and I thought, "Everything will be alright...you just have to faith."<br />
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Sometime in July, there was a sermon at Concordia Lutheran Church and I remember it like it was yesterday. Pastor Krueger was talking about praying and he stated, "God, knows what you need and what you desire, all you have to do is say the Lord's Prayer and He will guide your way."<br />
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I started doing just that. I didn't pray for certain things or needs. I just prayed the "Lord's Prayer." Since that day at Concordia, I found my faith again and my husband again. My husband was just waiting with the door open for me to step back in. We became stronger as a couple and I began believing again. One thing I know about Christianity and God, if you step away...you are always welcome back in.<br />
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These last couple of weeks, I have been very blessed with AMAZING challenges and opportunities in my life. I don't know where the "journey" will lead me but what I do know is that I plan on taking my FAITH to get me there.<br />
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<br />Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-65555181223273880722012-09-11T07:29:00.003-05:002012-09-11T07:29:41.745-05:00Embracing your Life Journey...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Think of your journey or a path that you have taken in your life. Did you turn left or right down that road? You graduated college or you joined the Military? You decided to take 281 instead of I-35 to head to Austin? You landed your "DREAM JOB" or you got a job that would pay the bills? </div>
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Now, how did you handled it. You were excited, relieved, and felt like you could rule the world when you graduated college or wanted to take care of the world joining the military. You found out that there was an accident on I-35...sure glad you took 281 to get to Austin today...you may have been in that accident on your journey to Austin. You were excited, happy, joyous and smiling from ear to ear when you landed that dream job but the job that paid the bills wasn't satisfying or you didn't feel complete.<br />
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What ever "path" you choose to do or whatever "journey" you have embraced, whether it was taking 281 or receiving your dream job, that journey in your life has many positives and negatives, many paths to the left and to the right.<br />
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By "Embracing your Life Journey" with confidence, dedication, inspiration, the desire to learn, to be positive, and being at peace with it, your journey doesn't look to bad... it actually looks pretty AWESOME!Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-37356096193196680972012-08-31T16:21:00.000-05:002012-08-31T16:22:03.993-05:00Something to think about...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-1584986042024998032012-08-27T22:14:00.002-05:002012-08-27T22:15:50.105-05:00Jen Rulon's Personal Statement<br />
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often ask me…”Why would you want to leave your dream job? Why would you
want to leave the killer whales and Sea World?” I had this dream since
seventh grade and have been living it since. The last fifteen years, I
have performed, trained and swam with Killer Whales, Beluga Whales, </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Pacific White-sided dolphins</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, California Sea Lions, Pacific Walruses and otters. Unlike
many people, I have been blessed to be able to accomplish what I yearned to do
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Over
the last several years, as a mid-life adult, a new passion of mine has emerged
Triathlon Coaching and Fitness. Contributing to this vision has been my success
as a 4x Ironman Triathlete and a veteran marathoner and various triathlons
coupled with my fascination with the human body and human mind. In 2001,
I achieved </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">USA
Triathlon</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Level I Coaching
certification. Since receiving my certification, I have trained and
worked with numerous athletes ranging from seven to forty-five years old in the
strenuous arena of sprint triathlons extending to Ironman </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Triathlons</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. After I grew confident in my coaching ability, the
emergence of my own company, TriBalance Coaching was established.
Information is available at </span><a href="http://www.tribalancecoaching.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">www.tribalancecoaching.com</span></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">.
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for re-thinking my life came in the last six months of 2008 with the death of
my father at only sixty-two years of age and two miscarriages. In the
crisis I relied on three important resources: 1) a renewed interest in
religion and the power of prayer 2) support from my family and friends, and 3)
self-help in the form of physical activity, whether it was running, CrossFit,
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My
undergraduate degree from the U</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">niversity
of Wisconsin at Whitewater</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> was in Biology
with a minor in </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Psychology</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">; however a lot of the Biology classes pertained to Animal
Biology, which, at the time was what I needed for my job with the marine
mammals. However the last couple of
years, I have taken </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">continuing
education credits</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> for my coaching
certification. While I have enjoyed those clinics and have learned a lot,
sometimes I have thought that I have not had the Kinesiology/Biomechanics
background that successful coaches have had. Now it is time for me to move on from a focus
of marine mammals to another critical area, namely, that of the </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">human body and mind</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I am
looking to make a difference in the lives of people in </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">San Antonio</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. In my fifteen year career as a Marine Mammal Trainer, I
have always been able to make a difference in the lives of children.
After a show, often children will come up to me, get a photo and tell me they
want to be a trainer or work with </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Shamu</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> or work with marine mammals.
I will even have adults come up to me, saying that they have always wanted to
do what I was doing and they will say “Thank You” for making it possible.
I want to continue that tradition that has been a part of my life. I want
to make a difference in someone’s life and impact a life, whether it is a child
or an adult, through my second career as a San</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Antonio Community Fitness</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">
Ambassador. </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">San
Antonio</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> is considered the third </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">fattest city</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> of the US, according to the 2009 Men’s Fitness
magazine. I want to change that. I want to help adults and
kids…whether it is though my coaching as a triathlon coach, a </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">personal trainer</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, a CrossFit </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Coach</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> or a run coach. I want to teach
adults and kids that to maintain the mind sharp, you need to maintain the
body. I want to show kids and adults the confidence that you can receive
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my </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Master of Science
degree</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> at </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">University of Texas-San Antonio</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, I hope to receive the knowledge to become a San Antonio
Community Fitness Ambassador. I want to impact an adult or a child’s
lives. I want to know that I made a
difference in someone’s life…not only my job as a marine mammal trainer but
also as an athlete, a coach and a human being.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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inside every human being that once, unleashed, can make any vision, dream or
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Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-48562298328736065752012-08-20T15:12:00.000-05:002012-08-20T15:13:36.584-05:00Running Feeds My Soul...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Since my vacation, on Mackinaw Island, I have been running more. </span><br />
What I realized...<i>"Running Feeds My Soul"</i>. I can be anywhere in this world, take my running shoes with me and just see the world, through the sounds of my foot steps.<br />
Don't get me wrong...I LOVE my CrossFit and what it has given me mentally and physically, but sometime you have to go back to the basics.<br />
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When I am running:<br />
I think. I sing. I laugh. I cry. I listen. I talk with God. I talk with my Dad. I don't think. I look for butterflies. I create. I meditate. I feel. I love. I enjoy.<br />
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So, the question, I have to ask you? Fill in the blank...<br />
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<i> "______________ Feeds My Soul"</i><br />
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<br />Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-27413970562340162012012-08-13T14:39:00.003-05:002012-08-13T14:41:04.712-05:00Echos of Echo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Echo</b>....I picked up a little black cat at the corner of Mulberry and St. Mary's in San Antonio in 1998. I was training for the SA Marathon.<br />
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I gave her hugs, treats, kisses, toys, pets, food, took her to the vet, cleaned her kitty litter and she gave me UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.<br />
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After 5 years and a couple of roommates, boyfriends and other kitties later, I introduced her to my soon to be husband, Chris. Echo still gave me UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.<br />
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I took her to a new house, Chris and I got married... WE gave her more treats, more food and more LOVE...she gave US more UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.<br />
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In 2007, we found our dog, McCormack. While she wasn't happy, we still gave her all the love we could give her and she gave UNCONDITIONAL LOVE back...even to Macca Dog.<br />
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In 2008, 2009, and 2011, Echo was there for ME during the loss of my babies and my Dad. She gave me that UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.<br />
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From January 2010-May 2012, Echo sat on my lap, when I was studying for my Master's in Kinesiology. She may have learned about Exercise Physiology just as much as I did. Giving me UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, when I was busy.<br />
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For 14 BEAUTIFUL years, I gave her tons of hugs, kisses and play times and I received some of the BEST LOVE anyone could ever ask for...UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.<br />
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On August 3, 2012, we had to say Good Bye to our dearest friend... <b>Echo Kitty.</b></div>
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My heart hurts...my lap is cold...I miss her dearly.</div>
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In my heart, I know that Echo is sitting on my Dad's lap, getting tons of love, kisses and hugs from our unborn children, waiting for me to cross that Rainbow Bridge.</div>
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Until we meet again...</div>
Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-88987854484534712882012-07-30T13:30:00.000-05:002012-07-30T13:31:10.466-05:00The Life of Macca DogA simple thought for today:<br />
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Took Macca Dog for a trail run on Sunday. We only went 30 minutes but the look on his face was PRICELESS! He knew that we were going to the trails, panting, and making noises. When he got out of the car, he went down the trail, came back and it looked like he was saying, "Come on Mom...come on. I have trees to pee on, I have squirrels to chase, I get to run off the leash, I get to meet other animals, I get to run really fast...Come on Mom...hurry up."<br />
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Wouldn't it be great if we always looked at our WORKOUTS that way..."Come on Coach...what do we get to do? Can we run? Can we lift heavy back squats? Can we practice the "Clean and Jerks"? Can we do "Fran" again? Come on Coach...can we? can we?"<br />
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How do you look at your workouts?? Something to think about :)Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-55671229170804950922012-07-25T14:26:00.001-05:002012-07-25T14:27:28.392-05:00My "Idyllic" Vacation<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hello Mackinaw Island,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It is good to see you again. Thank you for taking care of me, when I needed it. Thanks for the laughs, the run, the cries, the bikes, the fudge, the walks, the taxi ride with the horse and carriage, more fudge, drinking wine, more walks and more wine. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You feed my soul. You take care of my heart. You make me happy. Thank you for doing that for me in 2012. See you in 2013 with Chris and Macca Dog. ~</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">Love Jennifer</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wrote so many more down after these two...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mackinaw Island during an AM run</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Until we see each other again...</td></tr>
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<br />Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-36972795134700764112012-07-09T15:22:00.001-05:002012-07-09T21:50:15.493-05:00Your Happy Place... <br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Where is YOUR HAPPY PLACE? We all have our happy place...you may not know where YOUR happy place it, but think about it? Where do you go on a mental journey, during your dentist appt, going into surgery or maybe you are just sad? What place makes you the happiest in your life...</span><br />
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<li>Relaxed</li>
<li>At peace</li>
<li>Happy to be alive</li>
<li>No cares in the world</li>
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Maybe it is a beach, a mountain, a certain trail, a place that you remembered when you were a kid, a backyard, etc. People's HAPPY PLACE are endless possibilities. That spot exists in everyone's world...we all go there in our minds, if we can't get there physically.</div>
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Mine...Mackinaw Island/Mackinaw City/Mullet Lake. I remember the summers as a little girl, until I was 22, taking a whole week in July, to visit my Grandma and Grandpa on Mullet Lake by Cheboygen, MI. My Grandparents owned a cottage at Silver Lake Lodge Resort. There were about 15 different cottages and apartments in the resort. Mullet Lake's water was clear and can see the fish swimming around at your feet. When I was younger, my Mom told everyone that I was horrified of the minnows, which I was. Ironically, I swam with Killer Whales as a career. As I got older, I hung with friends that were there every year. We would play in the water all day, grab lunch that Mom or Grandma would make us, get back in the water until it was time for dinner. We went jet skiing down the Cheboygen River and were chased by geese. We would go tubing and go skiing. We would lay out on the HUGE inter-tubes all day with our Pepsi, read our books/magazines and put on baby oil and iodine (UGH...what was I thinking?). After dinner, we would play "HORSE" or "Around the World" on the basketball court, play horseshoes or volleyball, cook Smores on the campfire, shoot off Fireworks, celebrate my Grandpa's Birthday on July 2nd and celebrate 4th of July, with a huge potluck and the whole resort would be together. We would go into Mackinaw City at least one time during the week. Buy a T-Shirt and eat the famous Mackinaw City Fudge. It was a place that I was relaxed, and happy to be alive. I would smile all day (unless it rained), not stress and I had no cares in the world.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">When I am stress, I feel like the world is bringing me down or just need a mental break, I will go to my Happy Place. But, my Happy Place would be a combination of what I have now and what I had back then.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i>I would be on Mullet Lake at the Silver Lake Lodge Resort, with my husband, Chris and Macca dog, as we all would playing in the water. My Mom would be there, along with my Dad...they can still be divorce but at least I can play horseshoes with my Dad again. My brother, Chris and SIL, Vikki would be there, along with my beautiful niece, Taryn and my nephew, Jaxson. I would also have my Grandma and Grandpa Gaskin there with me. Oh to get a hug from them again... My Aunts, Marsha and Penny, my Uncles, Jerry and Jim, my cousins, Jeff and Brian and their family. Who knows, maybe the Fritzsching family would join us as well? It would be a family reunion from those who are still around to those who have passed on.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">The more I think about my Happy Place...it actually sounds real! Truthfully, I think that sounds like <b>MY HEAVEN.... where is your heaven</b><i><b>?</b></i></span></div>
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</div>Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-25703253816056854742012-06-25T15:36:00.000-05:002012-06-25T15:48:48.337-05:00Learning to let go...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We all have somethings in our lives that we have to let go or have already let go:<br />
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<li>The materialistic things in your life: clothing, shoes, your first car, your first Louis Vuitton Bag, etc., which for the most part can be pretty easy.</li>
<li>Your vocation or your job. Maybe your first job at _________, or maybe your career that you were working at for 20 years, or maybe you are getting out of the military after 25 years. This may be a little bit harder, since your job is a BIG part of who you are. But you will find another...</li>
<li>Saying Good Bye to our pets or that have passed away; whether it was your first cat/dog/hamster or your 10th. If you are an animal lover like me, regardless...it hurts just as much as your 1st or your 10th. </li>
<li>Saying GoodBye to a loved one...a Mom, a Dad, a Grandparent, a brother or sister, etc. Words can't even describe the hurt that you feel when this happens or when it did happen. After losing my Dad and my Grandparents...the hurt that you feel is hard but it will get easier as the days, weeks and years go on but you will never forget them.</li>
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Looking at this list, you think..."Yes, that is a part of life." You need to say good bye to the first job, working at Dairy Queen, those jeans that you wore in high school and possibly to your first dog that you ever LOVED. Saying good bye to someone who passed away, once again you think..."That is a part of life."</div>
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So the challenge that we have in our lives now is how do you "Let Go" of people or friends that are a part of your circle but are NOT 100% supportive of you. These people are only in it for themselves, talk behind your back, don't believe in you and don't INSPIRE to make you a better person. I call these people, "Bad Juju."</div>
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It is hard... unfortunately, it is a part of life. <span style="background-color: white;">You can't "delete" or "ignore" them like you can on FaceBook. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">What you can do is <b>SURROUND</b> yourself with people that are 100% supportive of you, that will help you succeed, that will call you out on your S&%^ to your face, that </span><b>BELIEVE IN YOU</b><span style="background-color: white;"> and that </span><b>INSPIRES YOU</b><span style="background-color: white;"> to be the best you can be but you will do the exact same thing for them. I call these people, "Good Juju."</span></div>
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Yes, it will be hard just like losing a loved one but just like the loved one, it will get easier as the days, weeks and years go on but you will never forget them. They were a part of your life. Embrace it. Smile at the good times you had and then move on. Find those GOOD JUJU people...they are out there for YOU!!!</div>
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<b><span style="color: blue;">"Lean on me, when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long, 'til I'm going to need somebody to lean on." ~ Bill Withers (wrote and released in 1972)</span></b><br />
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<br /></div>Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-61452502874160349652012-05-20T20:59:00.000-05:002012-05-20T21:06:28.255-05:00I'M BACKKKKKK.....Well, where have you been, you may ask.....<br />
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<li style="text-align: left;">Studying for my Comprehensive Exams for my Master's Degree in Kinesiology at UTSA</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Study Break!!</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Took my Comprehensive Exams for my Master's Degree...I thought "OMG, I failed"!!!</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Found out I had a torn mensicus after WOD #2 CrossFit Open...had surgery on my knee.</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">PT at Promotion in SAT.</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: right;">Released from Physical Therapy after 6 treatments. Once again...these guys ROCK! Rode my bike at home for the first time in 6 months.</span></div>
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1 Month Post Surgery 5k Run!</div>
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<li>Cheered on some great friends at CrossFit Regionals in San Antonio</li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">Found out I PASSED my comps...Celebration with UTSA friends was in order</li>
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<li><span style="text-align: left;">Family came into town for graduation and celebrated with a graduation party!</span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I GRADUATED ON MAY 11th!!!</li>
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<li style="text-align: left;">Back to doing WOD's at Body Armor CrossFit</li>
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<li style="text-align: left;">Enjoying my back yard with a Margarita and our new patio furniture and realizing I don't have to study.</li>
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<li><span style="text-align: left;">Cheering on my athlete, Luly, from afar at Ironman-Texas. First Ironman for Luly...</span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Saying GoodBye to Momma until next time. Missing her already...</li>
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<li>Enjoy my Post Graduation</li>
<li>Update my Resume</li>
<li>Enjoy more time with my hubby, Chris, doggy and kitty</li>
<li>Workout more...run, CrossFit, bike, lift, swim. Have FUN again...</li>
<li>Enjoy more time with friends I haven't seen in a while...</li>
<li>Read a non exercise physiology book...</li>
<li><b><i>Most of all, I need to take care of ME! I haven't done that in awhile. I think I am overdue...</i></b></li>
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<br /></div>Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-46014824789795748102012-03-04T20:42:00.000-06:002012-03-04T20:42:40.277-06:00CrossFit Open WOD 12.2 and my OCD :-)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHwHxWtyAXE9cFyA7vL43POEfHoG5owmI4QMDC7_CDTc0wwUApWt9dEhg-pS0SMpPLVAf1t9AghtpaeJJ4gaqshhQ_GJIo4FrPwi6rZ8113SehVS6uCfEXQ3kD88xPEO1Aor0guNGSkkf/s1600/snatches+wod+2+a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHwHxWtyAXE9cFyA7vL43POEfHoG5owmI4QMDC7_CDTc0wwUApWt9dEhg-pS0SMpPLVAf1t9AghtpaeJJ4gaqshhQ_GJIo4FrPwi6rZ8113SehVS6uCfEXQ3kD88xPEO1Aor0guNGSkkf/s320/snatches+wod+2+a.jpg" width="320" /></a>Burpees now Snatches...it was a tough one if you haven't heard by now:<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">30 Snatch (M 75 / F 45 lbs)<br />
30 Snatch (M 135 / F 75 lbs)<br />
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It was great because I coached the athelte's at Body Armor CrossFit through the workout at the 8:30 and the noon, so I was able to see what was going to work, where people fatigued and what people did wrong. But this was an interesting one for me since my Max Snatch Lift is only 85 lbs...I knew I could get to 60 reps in 7-8 minutes...could I get that 100lb Snatch Lift in 2 minutes, when I couldn't get past 85 lbs in 6 months?<br />
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I have always been a competitor, so I knew going into it that I needed a plan and stick with it...even if my OCD came out. This was what I planned in my head:<br />
<ul><li>For the 45 lbs: Bella Bar (33lbs) with 2 x 1 lb plates and 5 lb plates on each side. I planned to do the first 20 in a row, rest :10 and finish the last 10. 30-DONE!</li>
<li>For the 75 lbs: Bella Bar with 2 x 1 lb plates...take the 5lb plates off each side, put 15 lb plates on and put the 5 lb plates back on the outside. Yes, very OCD! I planned to break them up in 5's. If I got tired, I would go by 3's/2's. </li>
<ul><li>My first and second set of 5's felt soooo good!!!</li>
<li>My 3rd set of 5's had to go into 3's and 2's.</li>
<li>My 4th set of 5's went by 2's cause I failed at the 3rd one.</li>
<li>My last 6, I broke them up by 2's since I didn't want to waste energy. 30-DONE!</li>
</ul><li>For the 100lbs: Bella Bar with 2 x 1 lb plates, took the 5lb plates off each side, put 10 lb plates on with the 5's and 2.5's plates. My goal was to have 2 minutes to attempt that 100! I had 1:45 to attempt it!</li>
<ul><li>First attempt: "Damn that is heavy"...30 seconds later...</li>
<li>Second attempt: Got it up to my chest...I didn't drop!!!! Clock had :30 left...</li>
<li>Third attempt at :10 to go: Got it up to my chest again...DANG that is HEAVY!!! TIME!!! Dang it...I didn't get that ONE!!!</li>
</ul></ul>I KNEW I could get those 60 reps...I figured I could attempt the 100 lbs...but to go from 85 lbs to 100 lbs within 2 days (Since I attempted my max lift on Tuesday), I didn't think it was possible. But was it? Was the motivation there...that I would have gotten so pissed, that I could have gotten it up? Well, this week...I didn't get that 100 lb Snatch lift.<br />
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What I LOVE about my CrossFit journey is this...I don't plan to compete at Regionals this year. Just like an Ironman triathlete...it takes a while to get to an Ironman and to do it well...I have done that!!! This is the same journey. It takes a while to get to the CrossFit Games in LA and to get there...you have to do it well. And when you are looking at the "Eye on the Prize" as a Master's athlete...in 5 years...that 100 lb Snatch lift will be nothing!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWF6drNx37EFLJdjAUSS-KukYA3IUl8ZoQT5LjdsgKVIIFMEtuHG84UDYyCzAKToWu2uTbndm4LaQbudcOz-gwOOa_unWRYnGQBcb04cHilyDd6Agc4MCdYF3A3cZMw6djE5JirIDAIiI/s1600/snatches+wod+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWF6drNx37EFLJdjAUSS-KukYA3IUl8ZoQT5LjdsgKVIIFMEtuHG84UDYyCzAKToWu2uTbndm4LaQbudcOz-gwOOa_unWRYnGQBcb04cHilyDd6Agc4MCdYF3A3cZMw6djE5JirIDAIiI/s320/snatches+wod+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0San Antonio, TX, USA29.4241219 -98.49362819999998929.1706549 -98.7850747 29.6775889 -98.202181699999983tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-14553345528237137632012-02-27T22:20:00.000-06:002012-02-27T22:20:47.583-06:00Where did February go??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFTGFJhr61SfIGu6BIZFksJXBXwI1sadh2DpL8lkpF1omy9loqhiXOP9jG65VQ8wF3mzXO2efwGzPgaFIvN5klYBQu6Zg1gkk2twiPVzh5nvWbfe9usycHyJtVy-CB9R2dXFTM4xKFMSq/s1600/picture-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFTGFJhr61SfIGu6BIZFksJXBXwI1sadh2DpL8lkpF1omy9loqhiXOP9jG65VQ8wF3mzXO2efwGzPgaFIvN5klYBQu6Zg1gkk2twiPVzh5nvWbfe9usycHyJtVy-CB9R2dXFTM4xKFMSq/s400/picture-8.jpg" width="400" /></a><strong>Wow, end of February. Where has the time gone? I can tell you where it has gone:</strong></div>1. Week after the Fittest Games in January...I got sick. That is 5 weeks of being sick...ended up with Bronchitis. Trying to recover...finally recovered this week...<br />
2. Studying for my Comprehensive Exams...Exercise Physiology, Motor Learning Control and Sports Psychology.<br />
3. Studying for my last two classes: Statistics and Health Promotion Programs.<br />
4. Coaching 8-9 classes a week at Body Armor CrossFit in San Antonio.<br />
5. Coaching 3 triathletes...1 getting ready for Ironman-TX, another getting ready for Ironman-AZ and another getting ready for 70.3 Florida.<br />
6. Coaching another athlete to get stronger by a lifting program<br />
7. Coaching another athlete to get better...overall health wise...mind, body and soul!<br />
8. Realizing I am about to graduate in May and while I am looking forward to it...scares the crap out of me since I wonder...what is next?????<br />
9. Oh yea...also attempting to spend time with my family...my wonderful, supportive hubby, my doggy and kitty. <br />
10. Last week...CrossFit Games Open started with a WOD of 7 minutes of burpees!!! I HEART BURPEES!!! I got 93...<br />
With all of that going on in February...what I realized is this...<br />
I have one month to finish up my comprehensive exams...this will be my focus for the next month. My heart, my soul and my mind will be thoroughly ready to tackle those exams. But the great thing is this...my heart, lungs and body is thoroughly ready to tackle those CrossFit Open WOD's! It is what I will need to get through my studying...a little bit of WODing :)<br />
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Thank you CrossFit...for allowing to be a better person...physically and mentally to get through the comprehensive exams. If I can do 7 minutes of burpees...I can do anything :)Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-61990480489492920282012-02-14T11:58:00.000-06:002012-02-14T11:58:13.159-06:00Strong is the Skinny!!!I was on SA Living today talking about my passion...CROSSFIT!!!<br />
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<a href="http://www.woai.com/mediacenter/local.aspx?videoid=3274094">Strong is the Skinny!!!</a>Coach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-37373317700811960382012-02-10T14:22:00.000-06:002012-02-10T14:22:30.357-06:00Jen Rulon during The Fittest Games<iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ScJ2PeMf8x0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>
Finally downloaded the video that my good friend, Bob Pariseau, put together!!!
What a great day at The Fittest Games in Austin.
I LOVE BEING ALIVE!!!
Enjoy your weekend,
JenCoach Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456179315828624301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794896511923374990.post-5632292329637827202012-01-26T21:32:00.000-06:002012-01-26T21:32:38.911-06:00"He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life." ~ Mohammad Ali<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Saturday, January 21, 2012 in Austin, Texas at The Fittest Games...</span></strong><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4xOYm4O_lmXXNb-pTkhqh9VbA9Wonibugh9J3GQuOsi6Db56148qz4r1IULPdin6UfPMKCRkJoOeVP8Qk0MgFWERrqpkJ52Z2Dn1mYd1IRis6CvvOuJ4NBrmKFQiM0_iEsTZp3DGWMy4/s1600/DSC_0095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4xOYm4O_lmXXNb-pTkhqh9VbA9Wonibugh9J3GQuOsi6Db56148qz4r1IULPdin6UfPMKCRkJoOeVP8Qk0MgFWERrqpkJ52Z2Dn1mYd1IRis6CvvOuJ4NBrmKFQiM0_iEsTZp3DGWMy4/s320/DSC_0095.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">WOD #1:</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">5 DeadLift at 135 lbs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">5 Box Jumps</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">5 Bar over burpees</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">70 lb sprint carry</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Goal Time: 8:00-8:30/ <strong>Actual time: 7:31</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Once I heard 3...2...1...Go...it was game on. Hard time cleaning the 70lb bag. I was just SO happy to beat my goal time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">WOD #2</span></strong></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">3 attempts of Pro Shuttle Sprint</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">3 attempts of Broad Jump</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">3 attempts of Wall Ball Throw (14 lbs)</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Wasn't sure what to think about this WOD. I did what I could and was happy with it all! </span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">WOD # 3</span></strong></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">4 minutes to find your Max Snatch</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">2 minute Rest</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">1 minute to find Max Thrusters at 95 lbs</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So happy...ended up getting my Max Snatch at 85 lbs...almost had 90 lbs. Not enough time. Clocked 13 Thrusters for the 1 minute. I knocked out 11 right away!!! </span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">WOD #4</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">9-7-5</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Squat Clean @ 95 lbs</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Game Hand Release Push Ups</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Shoulder to OverHead @ 95 lbs</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Pull Ups</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Goal Time: 9-9:45/ Actual Time: 8:13</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was nervous about this WOD. The cut off was 10 minutes. I knew in my heart of hearts...if I could do this WOD, I would be a happy lady. I didn't care if I placed 1st, 2nd or 10th...I wanted to just finish!!!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This weekend...I learned alot about myself. I signed up to do a CrossFit competition in December. I got in. I trained for it and I succeeded at it. I placed 4th in Master's Female Division. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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