Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Freedom DUT

7/4/2012
Today the UFC gym hosted an all-member Daily Ultimate Training (DUT...still love that acronym) to celebrate America's birthday. It was a massive class that utilized the whole gym and there was easily over 100 people there.

The day before I took a judo class, a jiu-jitsu class, and an MMA fight fit class (think crossfit with a fighting twist), and was thoroughly drained after 3 hours of training. Then I went out until about 2am. So I woke up this morning sore and a little groggy. Oh yeah, I was completely ready for today's epic DUT class...yeah right.

I tanked a bunch of water, ate a light breakfast, and tanked some more water to shake the grogginess. Then I hopped in the shower and stood under the hot water to loosen up my body. Worked pretty good. The soreness backed off a bit. Feeling better, I made my way to the gym.

Swarms of people were gathered and there was a buzz of anticipation in the air. I hopped on a stationary bike and did some light pedaling – or spinning as I've heard it called – to warm up. Then the announcement came, “Attention all members, those participating in today's DUT please gather at the front desk. It's time!”

We started with a warmup run outside and ran around the block. Felt like it was close to a quarter mile, maybe more. I felt stiff as the run began but quickly loosened up and began to get into a good stride. We circled back to the gym thinking that was it for the run but then the coach leading kept going. I guess we're doing 2 laps. I think this caught a lot of people off guard because several people ran hard that first lap and slowed down on the second lap. The opposite happened for me and by the end of the second lap I was at the front of the pack and my legs were feeling good. With the warmup completed it was time to get inside and get to DUT-ing.
Warm up run...what's that...2 laps?!

We were broken up into groups of 20 as we finished the warmup run. My group started in the bag room. TRX cables dangled from the metal framework alongside various punching bags. This station's workout: 10 of us on a TRX cable doing push-ups with our feet strapped into the cables, knees to chest after each push-up for some core work (I think the coach called these atomic push-ups...cool name). The other 10 get on a heavy back and do alternating kicks. Do as much as we can in a minute, then the groups switch. After one rotation the exercises switched up. Now the TRX group did squat jumps, and the heavy bag group did 1-2 punches. We repeated this circuit for 10 minutes. I had fun with the heavy bags but felt the burn when on the TRX cables. A few times I had to stop doing push-ups and just held a plank for a few seconds...not like that's really a rest but it's just a little less exertion.

After 10 minutes it was time to rotate to the next station. Time to get in the Octagon! It occurred to me as I entered that this was my first time in the Octagon, I was stoked. We did some forward somersaults, then backward somersaults. Felt like jiu-jitsu drills, I'm sure Coach Mel influenced that one. Next Coach Mel and Coach Sam demoed a workout circuit for us which included V-sit ups, medicine ball slams, push ups, dumbbell squats with a shoulder-press and knee-raise, and this crazy core move that looks like you're squirming across the floor.

Unfortunately, the 10 minutes were up before we could complete a full circuit in the Octagon. I could see the coaches a little confused and bummed about the timing. I was too, I wanted to do all the exercises. Ah well, off to the treadmills.

The coaches here had us do some intervals on the treadmills, increasing the incline with each interval. I though I heard Coach Leslie tell us to set our speed so that we were at a full sprint, then I thought she said to set our speed at 7.2 miles per hour. Couldn't really hear her too well, not by lack of effort on her part because Leslie was shouting at the top of her lungs. The place was just noisy and had a lot going on. Anyway, me and the guys next to me figured we'll just set our speed to 7.2 because that was the only number we heard.

The run wasn't too bad. I'm a pretty strong runner and I recover quickly during our breaks between intervals. The only time I had to push it was when the incline got up to 15, I don't really know what that means but it was steep. After that we began to decrease our incline with each interval. An announcement came through the speakers saying there was only 2 minutes left until the next rotation. Again, our coaches looked confused and I heard one of them say “Already? That's too fast.” We had to skip a few intervals and set our incline to 3 to finish up. After running on an incline of 15, 3 was a delight. Time was up and it was time to hit up the bikes for some spinning.

The coaches had to explain how to use the bikes (set the seat height, adjust the resistance, turn it on, etc.) while we pedaled. He had us maintain 90 rpm and increase our resistance every 30 seconds. I could feel the burn in my legs getting hotter. Then he had us drop our rpm to 60 and increase our resistance a lot so that we had to stand in our bikes to keep pedaling. That burning was getting even hotter. But as I was stamping on the pedals I remembered that the Tour De France is happening and wondered how the race was going (I wonder if Cavendish won another stage?).

The bikes were set up in a large ring and in the middle were a bunch of yoga mats, each with a dumbbell on it. We hopped off the bikes and hit the mats for some core work. We did some Russian twists holding the dumbbell (sit on the mat, lift you feet off the ground, hold the weight and twist your body side-to-side bringing the weight to the ground each time). Then we got into a plank and did some plank exercises. By the end of it my core was on fire and I was gasping for air. Couldn't see to well either because of all the sweat in my eyes.

It was time of our 5th and final station. We were on the turf and the coaches there had a circuit workout set up for us. Dumbbells, medicine balls, tire-jumps, and more. My favorite one here was the push-ups because we put our feet on sliders so that we could lift our hips into a pike after each push-up. I never used sliders before. My feet glided across the turf easily, almost like ice-skating. I had fun sliding around...only at first though because everything was burning after a few pike push-ups.

Today's DUT was awesome. There were a few timing issues but hey, first time the gym did an event of this magnitude so there were bound to be a few hiccups. I'm sure it'll get ironed out at the next one...and I really hope there will be a next one. I had the most fun with the heavy bags and was most surprised with the spinning bikes. Didn't realize how much that would burn. Everybody there had a great attitude too. Very positive, encouraging, and funny. I remember when we were doing a plank exercise one guy said, “This don't feel natural man! It hurts.” and one of the coaches replied, “That's how you know it's working! 10 seconds left!”

There was a good team-oriented feeling throughout the whole thing. The exercises we did were simple but really effective and the coaches were great in showing how to do them and encouraging us to push through when it got tough. We all sweat together, suffered together, finished together, and in the end we all triumphed. Good DUT indeed.

Happy 4th!
All Member DUT
I'm in there somewhere

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Abs Contest - Judgment Day

I has arrived! The day we've been anticipating for the past 6 months. It was time to strip off our shirts, suck in our guts, and flex whatever muscles we've been able to develop in our cores. It's judging time for the abs contest!

When the contest began I knew I would have to drop at least 10 lbs to even have a chance at being competitive. And I did, in fact I've lost about 16 lbs since February. Having cut some weight off I then knew I had to get to working out the midsection. I did that too. Since the UFC gym opened I've been going regularly and I haven't ignored the core workouts. I like the results I've been seeing and it gave me a little confidence for the contest.

Last week I wrote a little about my strategy and the other contestants. The “young guy” is my friend Jimmy, and the “endurance athlete” is my friend Waimea. Each of them had their advantages and disadvantages at the start of the contest. Jimmy has a high metabolism and is naturally slim but his core may not have been as developed at the start of the competition. Waimea has always had a strong core but he eats a lot and has the roundest midsection of the three of us. As for myself, I have a strong core but I've always maintained a pudge layer in my midsection. Since the start we've all put in effort to chisel our midsections and it's time to see what each of us now has to put forward to the judges.

We all met at the Queens Beach Cafe and we got right to it. Our judges, Laura and Tony, were preselected several months ago and ready to witness our abdominal awesomeness. We stripped our shirts off and gave them an eyeful. Laura and Tony used photographs to judge. So they busted out an iPhone and began snapping away. We took a group picture with all three of us then did individual pics. The two judges went off on their own to confer. We put our shirts back on and awaited the result.
Greer, Waimea, and Jimmy. It's like a reverse Oreo

After about 5 minutes they came back and told us to take off our shirts again. They said it was too close to call so they needed us to do another round and “really flex” this time. At this moment I was wondering if I might actually have a chance of winning. “Too close to tell” was a good sign for me.

Off came the shirts again. Tony and Laura took another round of individual pictures. This time we really sucked it in and flexed. Again, the judges conferred and we waited. For a moment I was hopeful that I might have a chance of winning. They came back and were ready to make their announcement.

And the winner is....Waimea!!

I was shocked. I didn't even react. When they announced the winner I was expecting it to be Jimmy. He had been the favorite since the beginning. So when they said Waimea it actually took a moment for the words to register. I think the same thing happened with the others because we were all silent. Even Waimea was expecting Jimmy to be the winner. It made sense too. He's the slimmest of the three of us and has the least amount of fat to get in the way of revealing muscle. But the judges had spoken. Big congrats to Waimea. I handed him his prize money, shook his hand, and told him good job.


Greer
 I think I look a bit hairy, and dang I'm white!
Waimea
The winner!
Jimmy
Not a single hair on him...

At the time I was a bit confused about the judge's decision. We all expected Jimmy to win but it was Waimea. What did the judges see? Before the contest began I had asked Laura to e-mail me any pictures she took so I could use them in this blog. I went home and opened my e-mail. And I must say, after looking at the pictures the judges made the right choice. Waimea's abs look the best. Kudos my friend, well done!

The abs contest was fun. It gave me extra motivation to workout and get fit. There was some competitive camaraderie among the three of us which made things interesting and fun. I wouldn't mind doing it again. Maybe we can switch it up next time. Best legs, or best arms, or who can run a mile the fastest, or who can hold a plank the longest while balancing a Starbucks iced tea on their back.

Now that the contest is over I can relax on my workouts and take it easy. Right? Nope, don't think so! I plan to utilize the gym and continue my quest for fitness. My goal is to put some more muscle on my frame and lower my body fat percentage. I also want to get back into jiu-jitsu and learn some other martial arts at the UFC gym so I can mix up my workouts while learning new things. I'll definitely be dropping some blogs about that in the future, and if we ever do another fitness contest you can be sure there will be blogs for that as well.

Congrats to all of us. We all made strides in our fitness throughout the contest, and of course a big congrats to Waimea. As he would put it: Cheee Heee!