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Water Is Life

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We have heard it our entire lives.  “Water, water, water; drink your water!”  Well folks, whoever was telling you this, for most of us I’m sure it was our mothers (who know best), was RIGHT.  It only makes sense.  The human body is made up of between 50-75% water.  To keep your body in balance and your components (organs) functioning at highest performance, you need to intake the same amount of water as your body is releasing.  This will vary depending on your hydration level.  Yes I know, we have to worry about weight, BMI, and blood levels and now, another measure.  Fortunately, we as Crescent Fitness athletes most likely live on an island or a peninsula, and are surrounded by this vital nutrient, second only to our other friend, oxygen.  Let’s put aside how fortunate we are to have the ability to walk up to a fountain or faucet at any given time on any given day, and fill our containers with clean, safe and hydrating water.

 Fun fact:  Charleston Water System meets and in many cases exceeds the water quality standards set by the US EPA and SCDHEC

It is no secret (ask anyone who must drive down Folly Rd) that throughout the year we spend many hours vigorously training in the high heats that charm Charleston, SC.  As adults and athletes, we owe it to ourselves to take care of our bodies; during training hours and just as importantly, outside of our training hours.  Do not take dehydration lightly.  Be aware that even if you experience mild dehydration once, your body is now greatly more susceptible to it reoccurring.  Please read on to discover signs, symptoms, and consequences of the ugly bodily aggressor that is dehydration.

UNDERSTAND THE SIGNS

– Decrease/darkened urine

– Dry lips, mouth

– Muscle cramps

– Dizziness

– Headaches

– Decrease in sweat during intense activity

– Mood alteration

– Memory impairment

– Constipation

Lawrence Armstrong, a researcher with the University of Connecticut Human Performance

Laboratory says “your simplest safeguard is drinking eight 8-ounce glasses of water a day.”

But as with any other health monitoring you do with your body, this amount will vary per

person depending on physical activity and intake of other foods, blood levels, medications. At

minimum, do yourself the favor of making this amount of water a regular part of your daily life.

A testimonial from a man who learned the hard way:

“Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink!”

– Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(The Rime of the Ancient Marnier)

In this tale, a man is stranded on a boat in the middle of the ocean, dying of dehydration. For me, it goes beyond this story. This can happen to us “Land Lovers” too. Just think about how close you are to a drinking water source; a public water fountain, the office water cooler, a vending machine, store or even the forsaken tap! Now just think about how much water you ACTUALLY ingest versus the recommended daily intake. Mind you, it’s the recommended daily intake for the “average” person, not aimed at the high intensity work out artists like some of us reading this. I am not going to go off and spout a bunch of medical jargon about the evils of becoming dehydrated, you can Google that, I am just going to tell you how it happened to me, TWICE severely, and how I still battle its’ effects.

To quickly give you a background, I am not your average person. I am not even a person of average fitness. I am what you could call a person of “elite” fitness status, honed over 20 years of athletic and weight training that brought me from high school basketball and track standout to college recruit, then to U.S. Army recruit. Along the way I acquired the knowledge to combat dehydration, actually most of the time it was a requirement, but even I fell into the mindset of “it won’t happen to me”, and I was a Combat Lifesaver!

The first time I became a victim of heat exhaustion I was 20 years old, a soldier in the arid and scorching hot wasteland known as “The Middle East”. After a day of patrols and lugging gear I had made the miscalculation of how much I was sweating and failed to drink enough to replenish myself in the 120 degree heat. As the medic was administering the IV he made a comment that haunts me to this day. He says “boy…now you gotta be super careful cuz once you get the dehydration, it will always sneak back up ya.” Basically, your body becomes more prone to drying out once you get to this level…JUST ONCE. Just let that sink in. ONE incident leads to a lifetime of stress.

Once I was out of the military I obtained a job as a mailman. Again battling the elements, the cold and the heat, guess what? I got dehydrated in both of the extreme seasons, summer and New England winter! Bet you didn’t realize how easy it is to dry out in the cold did you? The worst of the times came during summer and it required me to be hospitalized. From that point on, I’ve battled through leg and arm cramps, and back spasms due to it. I’ve also struggled through kidney problems, memory loss, migraines, and much to my annoyance, trouble with bowel movements. Any slight variation in my hydration levels wrecks my body. Every time I deal with it, I keep replaying the medic’s words in my head.

Now maybe you are thinking, “hey idiot, don’t you think you learned your lesson?” and to some degree you are correct, but another byproduct of dehydration is that it fools your body constantly. Sometimes it takes 2 gallons to be properly leveled off, sometimes less. Sometimes I drink so much I flush my system and become sluggish, depleting my body of the vitamins

and minerals through numerous trips to the rest room. If I can impart one piece of wisdom to you all is this, you should drink enough to where you are never “thirsty”. Do everything in your power to not become a victim of dehydration. I know it’s hard, trust me, I know it every single day. However it is better for you to take a few extra trips the bathroom than deal with the menace of dehydration floating on your heels waiting for you to slip up.

– Thomas Reilly

An Elite Veteran, Athlete, & Man

I hope this piece has brought new knowledge or realistic awareness to Crescent Fitness athletes or anyone reading that is yet to develop solid hydration habits.  #WhatYouDoMatters  #DrinkUp

Kelly Hydrates

Photo Model: Crescent Fitness Athlete/Beastress: Kelly Butler “Bottoms Up”

Wow.  What an incredible 2 day segment of this beautiful life I experienced over this weekend.  I will forever hoard memories from this stay in Grand Lake, Colorado dubbed by us Cupids as “Camp Cupid”.  The purpose of the occasion was for all the race directors for the Cupid’s Undie Run to gather. To meet, be lead and informed, share ideas, and begin a venture that we will all separately but collaboratively be part of working towards this year’s “end results” that is, February 15th, 2014, the day of our year.  This nonprofit organization was started from the recognition of a problem, an innovative idea, and a gut-wrenching closeness to the sucky genetically inherited disorder that is NF.

For those of you who don’t know what NF is, I’d love to inform.  It stands for neurofibromatosis.  There are 3 levels of this disorder however NF1 affects approximately 1 in 3,000 children born.  That number is enough for me to want answers.  Although there are various levels of pain, disability, and discomfort these children experience, I believe any pain deserves comforting.  Our children are our future and they deserve to know our generation has done something to provide answers and motivation for them to live a quality life.

I personally have been touched by NF through a young man I’ve never met.  His name is Drew “Drewbie” Fowler and he is 5 years old, as of 5 days ago.  Drew is a big brother, a bright eyed charming lover of all things Gaga and Disney, a son to two strong and beautiful parents, and the little cousin to a few individuals that have always been a blessing to my soul since the day they walked into my life.  As soon as my friend told me of Drew’s struggles with optic glioma and showed me his darling face, I was hooked on demanding help and answers.

A friend of Drew’s mother had started a gofundme page for Drew and I began sharing that, and making a donation if and when I could.  Then friends and I were going to a girls’ birthday weekend trip in Nashville and looked into things to do that weekend.  That was when we stumbled across a link to Cupid’s Undie Run.  I saw these things: undies, run, drinking, benefiting Children’s Tumor Foundation which aims to#EndNF.  To say my girls and I are a bit ridiculous may be an understatement but I still held nerves in asking my friends to join me in this run, as it took place on the day of my girlfriend’s birthday.  But I asked anyway.  To my delight, they both accepted with enthusiasm!  Right there and then, we committed to making #DrewCrew (an already formed name by the elite crew of people involved in keeping Drew and his family strong through this battle) as strong as the 3 of us possibly could in the 3-4 weeks until this run.  There was absolutely no shame in our fundraising game; sharing, tweeting and texting links to our page with coworkers, friends, family, ex-boyfriends, old coaches, people who had debts with us.

Immediately upon arrival to the run’s venue, we felt uplifted seeing how many people were thrilled to be decked out on this chilly Nashville day, in their underpants.  We had worn pants, but they didn’t stay on long.  Once in the venue, showing off our neon double layered Target purchased undies that read “famous” across the green pair, seemed necessary and above coziness levels of this crowd.  In just 3 hours, we felt pride in being recognized for best costumes, we felt victory in raising the amount we did, and we felt accomplishment for running a couple miles despite the cold, but ultimately we felt a part of an atmosphere and “crew” of fun-loving people who desired to do good to help those affected.  And we didn’t want to leave it.

Fast forward 6 months.  After harassing the Nashville race directors (I’ll forever be grateful to you Morgan and Michael!) via twitter, and the Master of the Undie-verse (yes, she’s a real person, and such a delight!) via email I was honored to be chosen as the director for Charleston, South Carolina’s first annual Cupid’s Undie Run.  What came next was an invite to this #CampCupid.

Prior to my touch down in Denver, I had excitement to meet all these new people (I kind of love people).  I had excitement to visit Colorado (24th state to visit on a bucket list item of “visiting all 50”).  I had excitement to learn some details about what to do to get this event planning process kick started.  I had an image in my mind of pretty mountains and some crisp brisk air.  What I didn’t have, is a clue, as to what the next two days would actually include.

After typical airport crisis of ‘anything that could go wrong with flight scheduling… will’ if my name is on the passenger roster, I arrived in Denver hours after planned, and in a new arrangement of Cupids.  Still, the excitement never fled.  Everyone involved was so calm about last minute plan transfers.  The ride from the airport to Grand Lake was instantly an adventure.  I claim to be a decent driver but let’s just say darkness and switchbacks are a new task in Kreezy’s book.  The 3 girls riding with helped navigate and kept the feel of the unknown travels a true and heartfelt adventure.  Even our stop at the gas station (which just so happened to feature a liquor store beside it) was a thrill, all making decisions based on what could blend well with Rumchata.

Team building exercises were already in action when we arrived.  Although I had met 2 of the individuals in the group prior (My “mom” and “dad”, Tamara and Brendan!), hugs and welcoming from all were equally as warm.  Immediately after a game of “two truths and a lie”, it felt like a family holiday I’d attended my whole life.  The room’s overall atmosphere simply contained kindness and greatness and it was an undeniable feeling of joy.

Throughout the next two days I experienced many firsts.  I saw a moose.  I saw a black bear.  I went white water rafting.  I ran (vigorously attempted trotting) at 12,000 ft elevation.  I saw 2 paddle boarders do a headstand while cruising down the river.  I jumped a 25 ft. cliff into the chilled Colorado River.  I ate paleo (Thank you Caveman Catering!).  I think I had altitude sickness.  I am confident I turned a 60 something year old man into a Miley Cyrus superfan and….. and never mind.  (Some things that happen on O’Ryan’s raft, stay on O’Ryan’s raft) But for not one of those experiences was I alone.  They say no matter how concrete you stage a plan; no two individuals experience it as the same experience. But somehow over these two days it felt like we all joined, collaborated, and departed, to go our separate ways with the same experience at hand.  We have a goal; to end NF.   Along the way we have an obligation; to raise as much money as we possibly can with the help of our registrants to devote to helping those affected.  And we have a strategy; to achieve quality relationships with those who share our visualization about owning Valentine’s Day.  Steve Holy says “Love Don’t Run”.  Well, the Holy City Cupid says “Love DOES Run”, and we’re doing it in our undies!

To say we’re touched is an understatement.  To say we’re invested is a challenge.  I believe that after the strategically organized and well-balanced #CampCupid, we are ready!  Shout out to my fellow memory hoarder, for encouraging me to continue to put down in words, how won-der-ful life is (c’mon no one really believed I can go an entire piece without a musical reference right?).  You’re a gem Ms. Alison and I support your dreams, your passion, your heart and your brand.  @krazykreezy love @powderedfeet

If anyone would like to donate directly to #DrewCrew, please visit his gofundme page.  Your genorosity is immeasureably appreciated by his family.

Cupid's Undie Run

Cupid’s Undie Run

-Kryssy Andrash Crescent Fitness Athlete

#CrescentFitness