My Gatorade-Commercial-Worthy Moment … 63 Stories

7 Apr

I saw the orange lightning bolt.

I saw my legs climbing up the steps. The beads of sweat forming in slow motion. I heard the sound of my heart pounding. And I saw it … the orange lightning bolt.

Is it in you?

Duuuuuuuuuuuuude.

Yessssssssssssssss.

It was a Gatorade-commercial-worthy moment.

That was me …

 

 

I belong in that Gatorade commercial.

My calves demand it.

They ran, they stomped, they climbed, they pumped, and then literally danced their way to the top with the power of Los Tucanes de Tijuana’s La Chona and Vintage Trouble’s Strike Your Light. The rooftop crowd was impressed with my Zapateado, Quebradita and James Brown dance moves and the fact that I still had enough energy and strength in my legs to pull those off as I reached the finish line.

My lungs felt a surge of air, I saw sunlight. I raised my hands up like Rocky Balboa. I had made it.

But it wasn’t easy.

It was the same building. The same amount  of steps. The same claustrophobic staircases. The same heavy air restricting the oxygen levels being sent to my muscles. The same insanity. I knew what was coming. My mind knew it. My knees knew it. My quads knew it. The four-dollar coupon for Advil from the CVS knew it. My calves did not. Apparently they didn’t get the memo. I thought I was prepared, but my calves flipped me the bird by the thirty-second floor and I couldn’t believe it. In truth they were pissed off by the fifth floor. I felt them weakening and cramping up just as the air circulation ended.

I heard them saying … Pinche Guat!

But I didn’t understand it, I stretched out.

Apparently air is important when exercising. It oxygenates my muscles. However by the fifth floor there was no gentle breeze or ventilation from the open door at the starting line. Thus the hostility of my calves.

I was on lock down with close to 1,000 other climbers making their way to the rooftop and no Febreeze in sight. Granted we were in waves, but the lack of cellular respiration was the same … apparently I was choking my calves and they were responding by cursing me out.

But I hung in there. I had that orange lightning bolt in my sights. I had a cause, and I had my Dad.  With friends and family I helped raise over $500, contributing to the $195,000 raised collectively by all the climbers. I was part of something bigger, trying to make someone’s life better and that felt good.

So even though my calves were ready to strangle me from all that I was putting them through … It was on. The Fight For Air Climb was on.

63 stories.

Close 1,400 steps.

My Dad … He’s worth it.

 

The challenge waiting for me...

The challenge waiting for me… I thought I got this.

 

But upon closer inspection ... Dude. Duuuuuuuuuuuuude

But upon closer inspection … Dude. Duuuuuuuuuuuuude!

 

Once I arrived I made my way to registration to get the magic number.

Once I arrived I made my way to registration to get the magic number and my shirt.

 

Although there were some people with pretty awesome shirts and badass mentalities. This chic just finished a marathon at the crack of dawn and was reading to take on the 63-story challenge.

Although there were some people with pretty awesome shirts and badass mentalities. This chic just finished a marathon at the crack of dawn and was ready to take on the 63-story challenge.

 

However carrying 60 pounds of extra weight on your back seemed more badass.

But some climbers were carrying 60 pounds of extra weight on their back … that seemed more badass.

 

... However I thought I was wearing a better shirt.

… However I thought my outfit was better.

 

This shirt got my emotional juices up and ready to go.

This shirt was pretty badass. It got my emotional juices up and ready to go.

 

After I warmed up I passed up all the memory markers on the way to the starting line.

After I warmed up I passed up all the memory markers on the way to the starting line.

 

But once I got there I needed to wait for the big guys to go first.

 

Waiting for the 3-2-1 Go ... but looking down you would think after a whole year I would have bought new sneakers. But it was all good ... I made it to the top.

Waiting for the 3-2-1 Go … but looking down you would think after a whole year I would have bought new sneakers. But it was all good … These sneakers have experience and a little wear and tear, just like their owner. They’ve got character and they got me to the top.

 

After 63 stories, an awesome playlist, and angry calves I made it. The view was Guatacular. :)

Climbing 63 stories with an awesome playlist, and angry calves, earns you a Guatacular view 🙂

 

After having my Rocky Balboa moment I waited for one of the perks of the post-climb festivities.

After celebrating my Rocky Balboa moment I waited for one of the perks of the post-climb festivities.

 

After the muscle relaxation and thorough oxygenation of my muscles, I checked out the results ... 63 stories, 1,400 steps. I clocked in at 17 minutes and 47 seconds. Faster than last year. :)

Once the muscle relaxation and thorough oxygenation of my muscles was complete, I checked out the results … 63 stories, 1,400 steps. I clocked in at 17 minutes and 47 seconds. Faster than last year. 🙂 I high-fived myself and called  Gatorade Inc … I’m ready to film my commercial.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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10 Responses to “My Gatorade-Commercial-Worthy Moment … 63 Stories”

  1. lameadventures April 8, 2014 at 4:50 AM #

    Wow, you ran up 1,391 steps in less than 18 minutes?!?!? That’s extraordinary, Guat. It would have taken me 18 hours. I much prefer your shirt to Wonder Woman’s garb. You’re the real deal. I salute your accomplishment – and you even ran it better this year! Maybe all those chocolate cakes you’ve been scarfing were great training aids.

    • The Guat April 14, 2014 at 4:36 PM #

      Dude I was pretty impressed with myself because it felt like forever. Foooooooooooreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! So thanks for your props! It was really cool of you to keep sending me your positive vibes and LA humor 🙂 You’re good buddy and if I had any chocolate cake left over I’d give some to you although the mailman would probably eat it. And you’re right they made awesome training aids 🙂

  2. cravesadventure April 8, 2014 at 7:27 AM #

    WOW!!! Way to Go – Great Tribute to Your Dad:) Happy Day!

    • The Guat April 14, 2014 at 4:39 PM #

      Thanks so much! It was a really awesome! And I’m so glad that I was able to do this for my dad 🙂

  3. susielindau April 8, 2014 at 7:30 AM #

    CONGRATULATIONS! Wow. I am exhausted for you… Very cool Dad tribute!

    • The Guat April 14, 2014 at 4:42 PM #

      Thank Wild Rider! It was an awesome and exhausting adventure. So glad I could honor my dad that way. Also glad that I finally recuperated. Now I’m thinking of the next Guatacular mission 🙂 Thanks so much for your support 🙂

  4. brickhousechick April 8, 2014 at 8:14 AM #

    Muy Bien, Guat!!!

    • The Guat April 14, 2014 at 4:42 PM #

      Gracias chica! It was great 🙂

  5. Kathryn McCullough April 9, 2014 at 12:45 PM #

    Damn, that’s outstanding. So glad you were still alive to write this! Hope your week is going well. We just got back from the beach. I’m trying to sneak in a visit with you before my workshop gets going. Sorry to be so rushed.

    Hugs from Ecuador,
    Kathy

    • The Guat April 14, 2014 at 4:55 PM #

      Thanks so much! Dude I’m so glad I’m still alive too … it was a massive climb. Thank God I had that playlist and everyone’s encouragement. It was one awesome weekend. So wish I was able to go to the beach afterward to celebrate… but maybe next week 🙂

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