Showing posts with label Canadian Sport Institute Victoria. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canadian Sport Institute Victoria. Show all posts

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Times Colonist Health Challenge: Meet Steve!

Steven Holub shakes off sedentary life and fast food

Sandra McCulloch / Times Colonist
February 27, 2013
Steve Holub, who is participating in the Times Colonist Health Challenge, works out at Pacific Institute for Sport Excellence in Saanich.  Photograph by: ADRIAN LAM, Times Colonist

The Times Colonist Health Challenge is giving Steven Holub a much-needed boost.

Coming into the challenge he weighed 244 pounds, the excess bulk a result of a sedentary lifestyle and too much fast food.

The friends he hung around with in high school found partners and some are starting families.

Holub, 26, didn’t make an effort to find new friends. He currently lives with his parents and is unemployed.

He has overcome the confidence issues that haunted him over the first week or two of workouts. This week, Holub was looking every bit the serious athlete as he lifted weights at the Pacific Institute for Sport Excellence on Interurban Road in Saanich.

Sweat poured off his forehead as he breathed in rhythm with the exertion.

He said afterward that the workout “was easier than last week but it’s still challenging. I really like it.”

He’s feeling a variety of benefits from the workouts after just a few weeks.

Holub said he has more energy, his confidence has improved and he’s eating better. He’s even looking forward to getting involved in other activities he once enjoyed, such as basketball.

This positive outlook has Holub grinning. And the fact he’s lost six pounds in just a few weeks is icing on the cake.

Having a personal trainer like Lindsay Forget on hand seems to be just what Holub needed to get moving down the right path.

“I think just having someone watching makes you want to work out harder,” Holub said.

Forget is also able to correct his form and keep track of his progress. It’s great having someone in your corner, he said.

Holub was born in Regina and adopted as an infant by a couple from Victoria. He has reconnected with his biological father, even lived with him for a while, and is in touch with his father’s other children.

Being adopted can raise issues of rejection. Holub said his birth father was able to answer some of the lingering questions. He hasn’t been able to get in touch with his birth mother yet.

One day, Holub said, he hopes to understand why she decided to place him for adoption. He said he is very grateful to have been chosen by a loving couple who raised him in Victoria, calling his parents “wonderful.” Being able to live at home while he sorts out his employment options “is a big blessing,” he said.

He hopes in April to move out and share a place with a friend. He’s looking at getting trained in janitorial work, just to get a paycheque to pay for his new passion: personal training at PISE.

“I’m really excited and looking forward to continuing with workouts after I’ve seen the results every week, and the way I’m feeling mentally and physically,” Holub said. “I’ve always wanted to get in shape but I wasn’t able to do it on my own. I didn’t have the maturity to really be dedicated to it as I am now.”

He’s now eager to shoot a few hoops on days he’s not working out, and maybe make new friends.

“Now I actually want to hang out with people and not be isolated,” he said.

The boost of endorphins that follows a tough workout is an awesome feeling, he added: “It’s like being high, but it’s natural.”

The Times Colonist Health Challenge is a 12-week fitness program where Holub and five others take part in twice-weekly workouts with personal trainers, advice from nutritionists, financial advisers and mental coaches.

The challenge wraps up on April 14 at PISE.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Was fitness testing supposed to be all Star Warsy...or was that just me?

Feeling pretty chuffed to be getting fitness tested at PISE...in fact, I was feeling kinda like "ya, that's right...I have yoga pants on...I'm wearing sneakers...I bought a sports bra for the occasion...check me out, I'm all Simon Whitfieldy."  And then I realised that I hadn't been a participant in the Olympics...I had merely watched them on television...but to my credit, Simon Whitfield and I are practically best friends...I once said hello to him at the airport!

After fasting 12 hours the first thing that exercise physiologists Holly and Paula did was ask me to lie down for 30 minutes.  Awesomepants!  That I can do...I'm very good at resting.  Strapped a heart rate monitor around my chest and got comfy on the mat.  After 10 minutes, I was asked to put a snorkel in my mouth (okay, it wasn't a snorkel, it was a mouthpiece attached to a tube attached to a huge machine that analysed my breathing), had a clothes peg put on my nose (again, probably something more scientificy), and told to "relax" and breath normally.  Easier said than done, after just a few minutes I had the worst case of dry mouth EVER.  I persevered, and eventually will find out my resting metabolic rate...or in layman's terms:  how many calories my body expends by doing absolutely nothing.  From this, we'll be able to calculate the number of calories I need to simply exist...and how many I should consume for weight loss.  Part one complete...easy peasy lemon squeezey.

My nemesis.
Part two begins...difficult difficult lemon difficult.  It's one thing to accept your body - I get it, I'm fat...but it is another thing entirely to have someone draw Xs on your body where they're going to grab the flab with a calliper and measure it, before going back in and measuring various circumferences with a tape measure.  Good thing I don't feel sorry for myself (okay, maybe I did, but just a smidge), or I would have gotten all up inside my head about it.  I had measurements taken on skin that hadn't seen the light of day since Spring Break 1992.  I suppose it's a good thing to know your body composition....but no one wants to find out that the majority of their configuration is fat...unless you are bacon...mmmm bacon.

Padawan me suited up for the bacta tank.
And now the Star Warsy part...after being pinched and prodded, I was introduced to my nemesis:  the treadmill.  *Insert diabolical laughter here*  We meet again.  This time, application of the scuba gear involved a halo (there's a first time for everything) to hold the mouthpiece in place.  And I was told to walk forwardI can do that.  

As I walked, the treadmill would be increased to different levels of intensity - 5 levels in total.  I am of course terrified of this, but luckily the intervals are only 3 minutes long.  Having said that, I had no idea how long just 3 minutes actually was...until I had to exercise for 3 WHOLE minutes.  Ha!  You start out easy and then it gets harder...they didn't make me run or anything impossible like that, it was a mosey to a stroll to a romp to jaunt to a "let me just walk super fast up this hill to get away from that hungry looking wampa."  It felt a little Luke Skywalkery, you know, being hooked up to tubes like when he was in the bacta tank in THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK...without the Jedi part...or the water...or being on Hoth.  So really, nothing like Star Wars actually...except for the tubes.  Oh, who cares...when do I get my tauntaun?

Aerobic Testing complete.

And now for something completely different...

Why yes, this is a children's train
So...I'm pretty much used to taking shortcuts, elevators, escalators, people movers, small children's trains, taxis, golf carts, trollies, metros and cars to get to where I want to go.  In fact, as a passenger of those vehicles I even tend to take on the direction of their parking process.  It goes something like this:  "For efficiency sake, park right next to the door,"  or, "You know, we'll be in and out of there faster if we don't park at the very end of the parking lot."  Because...this is all about being as effective as possible and maximizing time management, right?  Wrong.  I've heard tell of a specific word for this sort of condition...one that most aptly sums up my behaviour in cases such as this...what was that word again?  Oh ya.  LAZY!

That changes today...because today I have my fitness testing at the Canadian Sport Institute Victoria's lab.  I have been fasting for over 12 hours so they can accurately gauge my resting metabolic rate...and believe you me, I'm starving and I'm thirsty and my evil (darling) husband Stéphane is making himself a cappuccino.  Not to sound like a mad scientist of anything...but...GET ME TO THE LAB!