I’ve never been out of shape. I’ve never been overweight. I’ve never had a problem with overeating. None of this means I was “well.” Being skinny does not mean being healthy and it certainly does not equal wellness.
LAST YEAR SUCKED
Last year was probably the most stressful year of my life. In the span of a week, my fiancé and I opened escrow on a new home and I started my first job on a scripted television show. It all sounded like it should be the most exciting year of my life. I got my dream house, my career was on track, relationship was going great, what could go wrong?! Everything, that’s what.
My job was tough. It wasn’t just a tough show, everything about it was a challenge. I was new to the workflow and everything about scripted television, so every day had its own special obstacle and I was never prepared for. Our loan applications were late (like really late) and I had my realtor calling me and saying thing like, “can you sign this 25 page document right now?” “No, I’m in the middle of turning over a locked cut and I still have dailies to get through, I’ll have to do it when I get home.” “Well, if it’s not done today you’ll probably lose the house, so I need it now.” (Why can’t we use DocuSign?!) Meanwhile, my inbox is blowing up with all sorts of requests that needed to be done…ASAP, duh. Everything is always ASAP in post production…EVERYTHING. Oh, and at some point (while I was in the middle of dailies, turning over a cut and cutting the gag reel) the woman selling us the house decided she wasn’t going to leave and there were talks of taking her to court. THAT was my most favorite week of all!
I stopped eating, stopped sleeping and pretty much every part of my life suffered. I was anxious all the time. I couldn’t even leave the house without turning around and driving back to make sure I had locked all the doors. One day I even convinced myself that I had left the stove on and the house would go up in flames with my dog trapped inside. I could even hear the terrified shrieks in my head of this little innocent animal trying to claw her way out of the burning house.
I’m going to reiterate here: Being skinny DOES NOT mean being healthy. The house was fine…the dog was fine. I had turned the stove off an hour before I left. *Palm to face here.
HOW I TURNED EVERYTHING AROUND
Zack and I have been working together for many years now and he was witness to this entire shit-storm I called a life for that year. He even said to me, “I think you have to start doing some serious re-evaluating.” (I’m actually paraphrasing many longer conversations, but that was the gist). So about six months ago, Zack comes into my bay and I start complaining about sitting too much and feeling terrible. He says, “I have this idea…
That idea was Fitness in Post and it was nothing short of everything I needed back in my life.
I had run the LA marathon in 2012, but after a debilitating injury I gave up running completely and took up sitting as my major recreational activity. I decided my Fitness in Post goal would be to finish a half marathon in two hours using a program called the Run S.M.A.R.T. project. About a month in I added the Beachbody T25 program to my workouts and that’s when I REALLY started seeing results. I was stronger, faster and really felt like I was making progress. Most importantly, I was calmer. I left the house, locked the door and continued on with my day like any normal person would. I stopped making up these horrible scenarios where I lose everything important in my life in some tragic event that was somehow my fault. I was a much more sane and happy person because I had an outlet for all that anxiety and nervous energy.
When race day came my friend Kelly and I woke up at 4:30am. I gobbled down some multi-grain oatmeal and coffee with some butter and cinnamon. We got in the car and about 15 minutes into the drive I said, “Kelly, I feel like I forgot something.” She says to me, “well, as long as you have your shoes, you’re fine.” I said, “yeah, check for my shoes.”
They weren’t there. Awesome.
We turned around, got the shoes that I had left on the porch and got back on the road. Luckily, this was a very small race and so we got through the registration line pretty quickly and I still had time to warm up.
Starting line. I decided to go into the middle of the 8 minute milers. That seemed a little fast for my target pace but that’s the whole point of a goal. Aim high, I thought.
When the race started I actually felt really great for the first five miles. I was ahead of my pace and my energy levels were high. Kelly jumped in around mile seven which was a big help because I was starting to feel a little sluggish. Miles ten through twelve were tough because my knee injury flared up and I was tired and sore. It was actually pretty awful. Kelly left me at the twelve and a half mile mark and I picked up the pace as much as I could. I really wanted to beat the girl setting the pace for a 1:45 finish time. She just looked like she was dragging so I needed to be ahead of her. Everything I had left went into that last half mile and when I crossed the finished line my final time was 1:43:40. A personal best!! I even got second place in my age group!
Life was good again. Really, really good.
Now the race is over, the challenge group is complete, and I’m looking ahead to October when I’ll be competing in the Spartan Race in Sacramento. I’m not sure what comes after that, but whatever it is, it won’t involve me on a couch in front of the TV. (Unless it’s Game of Thrones, but that’s not TV…it’s HBO)