Fred Finds Fitness

 Oh, Wendy. The puppeteer of my early morning demise. It was a brisk October morning, the 4th to be exact, when she sold me the dream: "Come on! The first Wednesday of the month is the best day to start." Her words dripped with honey, painting pictures of a gentle introduction to the 'base run' class. What harm could there be in a 6am run, right? How naive I was. As dawn broke, reality did too. Hills. Endless, unforgiving hills. With every incline, I could hear Wendy's treacherous promises echoing mockingly. 'Best day to start,' she'd said. But what it felt like was a cruel initiation into the world of run clubs. Wendy, with her innocent suggestions, had bamboozled me into a morning of panting, sweat, and questioning my life choices. Base run? More like "based on a lie". Wendy might've thought it was a harmless nudge into the world of running, but for me, it felt like being thrown into the deep end, and the water was uphill. Amid the seem

6 a.m. AMP Cycle with John It was an unholy hour, one which should be reserved for dreams, not the jarring thud of pedals. The room's energy was sleep-laden, heavy with the collective weariness of souls who should've hit snooze. But there was John, a beacon of unnerving enthusiasm, the 'morning person' amongst night owls. His chirpiness was jarring, a stark contrast to my bone-deep fatigue. The music blared, pulling me into a rhythm my body was reluctant to accept. As the class went on, there was a begrudging respect. Damn it, John, you managed to get my heart racing at an hour when it should've been at rest. 7 a.m. Alpha Conditioning with Aaron: Just as the adrenaline from AMP Cycle began its graceful descent, Aaron's class was there to rudely jolt it back up. A far cry from the choreographed moves of cycling, this was a raw, gritty grind. Aaron, with his methodical madness, seemed to derive a particular joy from pushing us past what we thought were our limits.

The first thing you should know about me is that I have an intense relationship with yoga. It's like being in love with someone who constantly surprises you. Sometimes in pleasant ways and other times in...well, ways that leave you with a bruise or two. Let's talk about my escapades in the Surrender classes first. If yoga were a drug, then Surrender would be my personal brand of heroin. It's a tantalizing blend of stretching, meditation, and, get this, therapy! You heard me right. Imagine lying down, stretching every sore muscle in your body, and then someone telling you how fantastic you are. It's like a massage for your ego. They tell you to love yourself, and as you're soaking in all the positivity, you can't help but smirk and think, "Do I really believe all this yada yada?" Yet, there I am, week after week, absolutely *hooked*. Because let’s face it, even if I roll my eyes, a part of me craves that therapeutic affirmation. Now, juxtapose this with

This blog entry marks a reflection over my progress from September 18th to September 24th, detailing my routine, emotional journey, and long-term goals. I've made strides since my last update, each step painting a clearer picture of my evolving fitness journey. Activities: September 18th: Alpha Strength, FLOW (Yoga), AMP Cycle September 19th: Alpha Strength, FLOW (Yoga), Pickleball League Play September 20th: Barbell Strength, FLOW - Guided (Yoga), Strength and SURRENDER event (Alpha Strength and SURRENDER (Yin Yoga)) September 21st: H.I.I.T Class at Rochester Athletic Club (Thanks to my dear Mother for the guest pass).  September 22nd: AMP Cycle (Thank you coworker David for joining me at this class), Alpha Conditioning, Warrior Sculpt, Fight Conditioning September 23rd: TGT Center Triathlon Event (Warrior Sculpt, AMP Cycle, and Alpha Conditioning). September 24th: Rest Day, SURRENDER (Yin Yoga), 3.75-mile walk I'll be transitioning away from the Pickleball league, making room

In the budding blooms of May, I found myself immersed in the lively world of pickleball. My mornings transformed into a flurry of swift moves and friendly matches at a nearby club, where the dawn bore witness to my evolution from a novice to a confident player, effortlessly gliding on the court during the recreation open plays. That initial journey was nothing short of exhilarating, filled with laughter, improvement, and a newfound love for the game. Yet, as the weeks melted into months, a promising opportunity arose that soon morphed into an overwhelming ordeal. The vibrant halls of my local Lifetime Athletic beckoned me to join their pickleball league, a call I couldn't resist given my earlier successful stint. Little did I know, this venture would come to test my resilience and spirit in unexpected ways. Entering the league, optimism bubbled within me, fueled by memories of joyous games and triumphant progress. However, the reality proved starkly different. The intermediate leag

Over the past two weeks, I've tested both my limits and resolve. Day by day, I have participate in an array of workout classes, each one presenting its own set of challenges and triumphs.  My daily log showcases a consistent dedication: ----- 9/5: Alpha Strength and hree HOTWORX spin classes 9/6: Core and Barbell Strength 9/7: Ultra Fit 9/8: Alpha Conditioning and Fight Conditioning  9/9: Warrior sculpt, Flow (yoga), and Alpha Conditioning  9/10: Rest day 9/11: Alpha strength, Warrior Sculpt, and SURRENDER (relaxing floor yoga) 9/12: Ultra Fit and Pickleball League 9/13: Alpha Strength 9/14: Alpha Strength and Warrior Sculpt 9/15: AMP cycle and Fight Conditioning 9/16: Double GTX classes 9/17: SURRENDER (relaxing floor yoga) 9/18: Alpha strength, Flow (yoga), and AMP cycle. ----- Today, I anticipate the excitement of the Pickleball league and look forward to a rejuvenating FLOW (yoga) class beforehand. As I charge through this intensive period, I can clearly see the progress I'