Mark Hatmaker - Shes Tough: Extreme Fitness Training for Women

Shes Tough

Extreme Fitness Training for Women

Kylie Hatmaker and Mark Hatmaker

Tracks Publishing 140 Brightwood Avenue Chula Vista, CA 91910 619-476-7125 www.startupsports.com trackspublishing.com

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

Copyright 2014 by Kylie Hatmaker, Mark Hatmaker and Doug Werner

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Publishers Cataloging-in-Publication

Hatmaker, Kylie.

Shes tough : extreme fitness training for women / Kylie Hatmaker and Mark Hatmaker ; cover and interior photos by Doug Werner. -- San Diego, California : Tracks Publishing, c2014.

p. ; cm.

ISBN: 978-1-935937-61-6

Includes index.

Summary: There is a growing interest among a niche of active women to engage in extreme sporting activities that require the highest level of conditioning. High Intensity Training (HIT) addresses that and this book addresses that specifically for women. Featured are scores of core exercises illustrated in action sequence, along with chapters on what is possible and what is not, eating and training, grooming, training partners, and building a home gym.--Publisher.

1. Physical fitness for women. 2. Exercise for women. 3. Weight training for women. 4. Women--Health and hygiene. 5. Extreme sports--Training. I. Hatmaker, Mark. II. Werner, Doug, 1950- III. Title.

GV439 .H38 2014

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This book is dedicated to two recently departed grandparents.

Ernestine Ernie Barrs. In a good movie or a good book happy endings are paramount she topped them all.

And to Roy Kenneth Nubbin Tucker, on whom I can bestow his ultimate compliment he was a good man.

It is an honor to be descended from both of them.

Acknowledgments
Phyllis Carter
Editor Extraordinaire

Welcome to my book!

Im going to level with you Ive never written a book before so if you meet up with a few areas where you think to yourself, Wow, that was a little rough I hope youll cut me some slack.

Im not coming at this without some help. First of all my husband, Mark, has written beaucoup books and was with me all the way. You will see them listed in this very guide.

I had even more help in the person of the publisher of this book, Doug Werner. He has written many a book himself, and I count him as a friend. So Im not alone in this endeavor Ive got a couple of old hands looking over my shoulder.

The piece of advice that really stuck with me was Forget about writing a book, instead, talk the book. That is, make the book a conversation between me, the author, and you, the reader. I really liked that and I think it worked.

Thats exactly what Ill be doing throughout talking to you as if you and I were together in the same room or the same gym or on the same running trail discussing the subject in question: Women getting fit you and I getting seriously fit without sacrificing our femininity.

So, lets start the conversation

Hi, my name is, Kylie. Welcome to my book. I hope you learn something along the way.

I know I did.

So heres how it all started

Our driveway sits on a hill. Its approximately 100 yards long with a somewhat steep portion as you near the top. Keep that 100 yards in mind. Im not talking a mile, just an upward sloping football field.

Im chugging at the atmosphere like a drowning swimmer going under for the last time.

About five years ago my husband, step-daughter, Samantha, and I were riding our bikes on the nice level area down near the house. We didnt do this often, but for some reason something about that afternoon prompted a little Hey, were a family riding our bikes in circles action.

After a few short flat laps Mark got bored, headed up the hill, hit the top and then shot back down to grab that joyful bit of effortless speed that only going downhill on a bike can give.

Hes doing this over and over and soon Samantha gets into the up-the-hill-slowly, down-the-hill-quickly action.

What the hell just happened to me?

Me? Im content with the flat lazy circles we started with down below. But after a few prompts of Come on, its fun and not wanting to be the party-pooper in the impromptu family bike party, I attacked the hill.

Remember what I said about 100 yards? Lets break that 100 yards down into increments.

First 25-30 yards. Piece of cake, should have joined them in the fun earlier.

30-50 yards. Hmm? A little steeper than I thought, but Im fine.

50-75 yards. I am peddling through molasses. Moving so slowly that I wonder how I can have enough forward momentum to keep the bike upright. Also, how is a 10-year-old going up and down this hill with no problem? I might have to ground her.

75 to 90 yards. Nobody knows it but I am seriously contemplating quitting. Im 10 yards from the top of the hill, standing up on the pedals and driving for all Im worth and making what seems to my oxygen depleted lungs like zero progress.

Top of the Hill. I do not hairpin turn and hit the downhill immediately as my two now-hated family members do. I stop, put both feet on the pavement and huff for breath hoping that my discomfort is not as obvious as I fear it must be.

Im taking short ragged breaths at an alarming clip. This is 100 yards people, and Im chugging at the atmosphere like a drowning swimmer going under for the last time.

My heart! I dont think Ive ever been so acutely aware of it before. Its pounding so hard and rapidly I think, My God, Im 28-years-old, lean with no pre-existing health problems and Im going to keel over in my own driveway, felled by what is essentially a childs toy.

I eventually regained some semblance of normal breathing and rode down the hill. It was not as fun as they said. Perhaps because I was too busy doing the internal mental assessment of What the hell just happened to me? to appreciate the wind-in-the-face moment.