Willpower. It Only Works When Your Heart is Really In It.
In order to preempt the inevitable post-cylcocross depression, I put together an extensive off-season fitness plan with clear, measurable goals, and clear steps.
On Monday morning after the USGP I knew exactly what I needed to do, so I woke up and did it.
I did my "intake" test and measurements for P90X. The week before, I’d made an appointment in Beaverton to have my body fat tested with the only measurement that I really trust – the Bod Pod (I came in at 22.5%). In fact, I scheduled four bod-pod appointments spanned over the next three months; one at the beginning of the program, one at one-month in, one at two-months in, and one when I’m completed. Why? Because, well, accountability is about a bitch. Know what I mean?
This is my first foray into the "at-home fitness" industry, and I have a lot to say about it, which will be coming out over the next few weeks. For now, let me just say that, having completed week one, this program is really intense.
It kicks ass and I’m loving it.
As part of this program, I’m following the P90X nutrition plan and integrating some of the gems from Precision Nutrition (as well as some of the yummy recipes). The first phase of this program is called the "fat shredder". I’m aiming to take in 1800 calories with a ratio of 50% protein, 30% carbs, and 20% fat.
I’m tracking every single thing that goes into my mouth. I’m eating 140-180 grams of protein per day. I’m killing it.
My mother wanted to know why I’d chosen to start during the holidays. My response is two part:
- First, there is always a better time to start. Just do it.
- Secondly, I consider cross my "holiday" period as I allow myself to eat smokehouse cheeseburgers and mac and cheese after races – and I definitely partake of the dark beers and spanish coffees. My playtime is over. It’s time to get completely ripped. No more kidding around.
As such, when Saturday rolled around we wanted to go out to dinner with my parents, so we did. I ordered the small beet salad with grilled chicken. I did not have my beloved Lompoc Strong Draft on Nitro. When we went to Pix, arguably the best dessert place on the planet, I gritted my teeth and breathed through my nose as Sal had pistachio ice cream and my parents finished off Cheryl’s Chocolate Ghetto Cake. I passed on the champagne.
I held my ground.
It was extremely hard. Trust me, I wanted the ghetto cake! And yet, despite being so exposed, I felt pretty calm about keeping my shit together.
Because I know what I want. And I want an elite level of fitness more than I want chocolate cake. Period. I want an elite level of fitness more than I want wine. I want it more than I want egg nog.
If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to pull off such self-control.
I’m gunning for 17% bodyfat (starting from 22.5) and 9 pullups (starting from 2) by the end of February. Those are both pretty aggressive goals but if I miss them, I miss them. I chose them because they leave me little room for error – and, like I always say, if you’re going to go… go big.
Stay-tuned for more on P90X, protein shakes, and strategies for surviving the holiday onslaught. My gears have been shifted – it’s time to really work now.
In the meantime, I’m getting a bike fit today at 1:00pm from Michael Sylvester. I’m excited to finally have my beloved Pinarello fit me like a glove. I’ll be writing a review of that fitting later this week.
Peace, love, and Protein.