P90X Fail Turns into Erg Rowing in the Gym

I had meant to do a P90X workout today but I as I was leaving work at the end of the day I realized that I locked the workout sheets in the office that I don’t yet have a key to.  I also have the videos on my iPod Touch which is now broken due to an exploded pear in my backpack, ugh.  As a last resort, I also have the videos on my laptop so I just pulled that out when I got to the gym.  However, it only had 3% battery and promptly shut off, bummer.  Not quite sure what to do, I consulted my master list of cool workouts that I came up with for this month and decided that I would do an erg rowing workout.  I had wanted to wait to do it with a few friends who rowed in college so that I could get my form right because I’ve only rowed a total of 5 minutes in my whole life.  However in the spirit of this 30 day fitness experiment I decided to jump right in and hope for the best.

As far as form goes, I spent a few minutes trying it out and figured that as I came forward I would need to get on my toes and keep my arms and back straight, core tight as always.  On the way out I drove with my legs through my heels then used a combination of my arms and back to finish the stroke.  As I found out later, this is pretty much correct in terms of form.  However, what I think I looked like and what I actually looked like where probably very different.  I just hope I didn’t look as bad as this guy:

Afterward I watched a few videos on YouTube to try and learn about form.  I found this video by Concept 2 to be pretty helpful, boring, but seemingly helpful:

One thing I found interesting about this workout was that it was pretty hard to get my heart rate up to a high level.  My min/max/average heart rates were 72/139/123 respectively.  My rowing rate stayed somewhere around 25-27 strokes/minute and I did 7000m total, 2000m for a warmup and 5000m.  I definitely could have pushed myself harder but I didn’t want to hurt myself having never done this exercise before.  I found my form went to hell when I really tried to push it up to 30 strokes/minute.  I was told that race pace was somewhere around 34-37 strokes per minute but I would have definitely hurt myself by pulling a back muscle or something if I had gone for that level of intensity.

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The erg in the gym at work. I suppose I'm pretty lucky to have a small gym at work, although, I hardly use it because 99 times out of 100 I'd rather be outside exercising.

As expected, I found rowing inside to be SUPER boring, I only kept going because of my fitness goal for this month, otherwise I would have stopped and gone for a run outside.  I don’t typically workout while listening to music because I find iPods and headphone wires to be really irritating.  Having something bouncing around or strapped to my bicep is something I’d rather avoid.  Plus, I like hearing the sounds around me whether it’s nature, cars, bikers, other runners, etc.  There’s nothing I hate more than seeing bikers in the city with their headphones in, let alone the people I’ve seen texting while biking, yikes.  Case and point, the picture below shows what happens when God doesn’t want you to listen to music during your workout:

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The headphone cord dangled down near the seat and eventually, the seat clipped my headphone wires right in half, bummer. It just reinforced how much I dislike using headphones while I work out.

The Last Days of being Young, Urban, and Totally Sober

Thursday night I headed to my buddy’s house to watch the Bruins vs Capitals hockey game.  I prefer social events like this one because it’s usually just good friends hanging out and having a few beers, a situation where drinking is very much secondary (or tertiary) to the game or conversation.  Normally I would have enjoyed a beer or so per period and then headed home tired and slightly buzzed.  However, Thursday night I stuck to water (and a full bag of Tostitos with salsa).  There was one other person just drinking water so I felt better about not drinking.  As with my other sober social events I still felt the need to explain myself, “I’m doing this 30 day life experiment…”

Friday night I had plans to go rock climbing and meet up with friends at the bar but then last minute I got a chance to gear up for a hike up Mt Washington on Saturday so obviously I packed up and headed north.  Sober month or not sober month, adventures take precedence.  However, adventures usually end with victory beers or a flask of whiskey to share with friends at the campsite.  The hike ended up being UNBELIEVABLE (stay tuned for photo evidence).  I have never seen such amazing conditions in the white mountains, especially on Washington which has notoriously horrible weather.

Unbelievable conditions on Mt Washington. Yes I'm in a tshirt and yes it's from Dysarts in Bangor, ME.

Just another picture to help illustrate how amazing the conditions were on Mt Washington.

I felt strong, fit, and motivated.  It was an added bonus to have such phenomenal weather.  Having finished the hike by 2pm we then drove back to Boston so as not to miss out on the night life.  I had plans to hang out with friends at the Middle East to see some live music.

In the last few days leading up to the conclusion of my 30 day life experiment of “Young, Urban, and Totally Sober” I thought about what I would do at 12:01am on Sunday April 1st.  Would I have a mug beer from Parish Cafe, would I end up having a $2 PBR with the hipsters at the Middle East, or would I enjoy a straight glass of bourbon?  It was quickly approaching midnight and I wasn’t sure I’d make it due to hiking Washington that day.  I was sore, tired, and just generally beat.  However, I made it to 12:01am and my friends cheered for me and I bought a beer.

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My first alcoholic beverage in 30 days, Harpoon IPA at the Middle East.

My first beer in 30 days was a bit anticlimactic because we left the bar about 5 minutes after I got my beer. The last band was pretty bad so it made sense to take off, I’m not sure how long I could have tolerated it to be honest (both staying awake and having to listen to more of that band).  Also, I was really too tired to properly enjoy the beer, all I really wanted to do was to go to bed and sleep for 12 hours.

This month’s 30 day life experiment was certainly a positive experience.  I learned how to enjoy hanging out with friends and celebrate adventures without alcohol.  I think it helped me recalibrate how I have fun and enjoy events. I started to recognize throughout the month that many of my friends routinely stay sober at parties.  One friend who was dancing at the bar I had assumed was drunk.  However, it turned out that she was stone cold sober, just having a really good time and getting her groove on.  Another friend hosted a party at her house but she drank nothing but OJ and water.  Alcohol can certainly lubricate conversation but being as extroverted as I am, I didn’t find it to be a problem.  I still think that my conversational french is still better a bit buzzed but aside from that I didn’t notice any difference in the amount of fun I was having.  I had plenty of fun, saved a bunch of money, and lost a few pounds but ultimately this 30 day sober life experiment it showed me that being young, urban, and totally sober is a perfectly acceptable thing to do.