It's Not That Bad...Yes It Is...No, It's Not

Welcome to summer in VA! It is now officially hot and humid, and the air sticks to you like a wet bathing suit when you need to pee really badly. It's a desperate feeling.

The last two days have been tough. The WODs have not made me want to rush over to CF and "do work." I don't mind a good work out, but the heat plus the intensity of these particular WODs have made me feel a little depressed. I was much less depressed, though when my friend said enthusiastically that she would be my partner for the WOD yesterday. I had never partnered with her before, but she is more experienced than I and has a way of encouraging that just got me through it! I want to be her partner every day!

50 Bench presses @body weight (hahaha! We used 65#)
every time you stop, 10 hand release pushups
50 front rack step-ups @1/2 body weight (we used 35#)
every time you stop 20 air squats
accumulate 2:00 minutes in an L-sit bar hang
every time you drop, 15 sit ups

So I came home feeling like I had been pressed through a giant clothes presser and thinking that I would wake up like Flat Stanley, but folded lengthwise in half. 50 bench presses! My husband pointed out, though, that I was still upright and walking, and said he was proud of me. When I woke this morning, I was not folded in half--I am feeling a bit sore, but nothing horrible.

Thanks Jen for helping me through that WOD--You're the best!

Happy Birthday Dan! For Your Birthday...

Lloyd wrote up the nastiest WOD I've ever done! But I have to confess that I got through it better thinking that it was Dan's birthday and must have been his "Birthday WOD." I'm not sure if it was or not, but it gave me a tiny bit more something to get through it. Even so, I couldn't help just wondering "why?" when we went over this WOD.

EMOM (Every Minute On the Minute) for 12 minutes

Even minutes: 3 muscle ups or 3 chest-to-bar pullups and 3 ring dips
Odd Minutes: 3 squat cleans, 5 burpees

then at minute 13, begin a 10 min. AMRAP

5 hand-stand pushups (I did regular pushups, as even the scaled inclined were kicking me)
10 KB swings (35#)
20 double unders (60 singles)


I have never sweat so hard during a WOD. Typically I am not a big "sweater" (probably because I have until CF I seldom exerted myself), but today I had sweat running off of my face to the floor and my hair was soaked. For that I was proud.

I told Lloyd immediately after the WOD that I thought he was sadistic. He laughed sadistically, proving my point.

Sometimes You Eat the Bear...

...And Sometimes the Bear Eats You...

Today, was a "bear eats me" kind of day.

My butt was already beaten down from yesterday's hero WOD practice. My arms were super-sore from rope climb practice, and today's WOD involved lots of snatches.

20 minutes to find the 1RM snatch, then
at 85% of that max, one power snatch every 30 seconds for 4 minutes.

My 1RM is 75#, but today I could not get past 65#. My form was way off, and I had great difficulty getting the "click." When I was done my joints hurt tremendously.

There are two kinds of WODs: The ones in which you go so hard you are left in a puddle of sweat, lying on the floor breathing like a dying animal, and the ones that force you to use your brain and execute difficult moves over and over. These leave you wanting to go off in a corner of the room and lick your wounded pride. Tonight was that WOD.

Let's just say the bear ate me. Next time I'll be feasting on the bear...I hope.

Hitting a Wall...

Summer is here, folks. The reason I know this is because I have been on one week of beautiful, incredible beach vacation and I am back home, looking at my LIST of things I need to get done before I resume lessons with the kids. My CF schedule is all whack as a result. I did a WOD on Monday--LOVED IT! Rested yesterday because I knew I would have to do a Hero WOD training class at 6:30 p.m. and those are invariably tough, not to mention I do not prefer working out in the evening. I am going away this weekend to visit my mom, and so my normal Friday schedule is also off. I don't like this kind of disruption to my routine, but what is interesting is that in the past, the exercise would always be the first thing to go, but not only would it go, it would stay gone along with a truckload of excuses. For the first time in my life I'm seeing that I will rework the schedule to make space for my workouts, and unless I'm sick, refuse to accept less than three per week.

On Monday we did a lifting WOD

3x3x3x3x3 front squats. I PRed at 105#.
5x5x5...bench press. I PRed that at 95#.

I worked out with two great friends and we had fun!

This hero WOD training, though, is kicking my butt. Sometimes I feel as if I am taking steps backward. The last time I did the class I utterly failed at something I have actually gotten the hang (no pun intended) of, and that is kipping. The WOD included toes-to-bar (in my case, knees to elbows or as high as I can get them) and for some bizarre reason I could not kip. I was flopping like a fish on the bar. Tonight's WOD had this also, and in the first round of ten reps I experienced the same thing! As I ran the track I prayed, "God, I have lost my kip--I need your help on this" and in the next set I turned my back to the coach, jumped on the bar, and kipped out 10 knee-raises.

There is something very psychological going on with this hero-WOD class and challenge. It involves rope climbing. I have successfully climbed the rope before, but for some reason when I am in the class, I  feel completely inept and cannot get up the rope. I have no doubt that I will conquer this, but at the moment, I feel stuck.

I remember getting my first box jump. I felt so confident and proud going into the next WOD that had box jumps. When I got there, though, I just stared at the box. I did a few, then when the coach called 3-2-1 I only had the courage to step up. I have only recently broken through that mental barrier, nearly 6 months later, when I can face a box jump WOD and actually jump the reps instead of stepping up.

I don't expect that I'll be doing the 15 (no I'm not kidding...it's 15) rope climbs in this WOD on July 6. I'll be really stoked, though, if I can manage one, and then do walk-ups.

I will be so glad when this is over. I am absolutely sure that it was right to push myself with this challenge. I know that there is a certain amount of mental pressure we must face sometimes to push us past our comfort zone into a new level of performance. It's just that at the moment I feel as though I am beating against a wall and wonder how much I can improve...

Tonight's WOD:

5 rounds for time
1 lap around the track
10 toes to bar (scaled to knee-raises)
10 wall-balls (I used 10 lb. ball)
10 hand-release pushups

time: 15:40

I Heard Myself Say...

I heard myself say to a friend as we rolled out our backs after the WOD on Wednesday,

"I need this more than I hate to sweat."

Truly, it is Providence that brought me to CrossFit in October. The only real issue I have with cold weather is that I tend to wheeze when I run in temperatures under 40 degrees, but an inhaler helps with that. As long as I'm warm, I'm okay.

Hot weather is not my friend. I happen to live in an area of the country that specializes in 90-degree, 90 percent humidity, and I absolutely hate to sweat. I truly believe that if I had begun CF in this time of year, I would not have lasted long. However, I have been showing up for the torture treatment consistently for 7 full months now, and the gains I have made make me fear what life would be like without CF, so I am actually willing to sweat in the heat and humidity to keep what I have.

Which brings me to the other thing I heard myself say:

"Because of CrossFit, I finally feel like myself."

Okay, so it's not the most articulate or profound sentence in the world--it's actually hard to put this feeling into words, but the truth is, I have no reasons to be down on myself, lots of reasons to be confident, and every reason to keep going. I have more energy, I feel good, I'm eating really well (as in not only am I eating clean, I'm enjoying my food completely and I'm not hungry). I feel mentally and physically tough. I've let go of so many stupid OCD things that don't matter, because frankly, I just don't have time to fuss over them. I have to choose between every little thing being in order or me being in order.

I don't love every WOD. I don't crush every WOD. On days like today I may even leave and say "That was the worst WOD ever," but I keep showing up, keep moving, keep improving. I need this.

Hero WOD: White Challenge.

Lord. Have. Mercy.

What have I signed up for?

I plopped down my $45 for a "Hero WOD Challenge" at The Box which includes an extra day of skills classes each week for the month of June. I really wanted the skills classes. The WOD--not so much.

All during vacation I had nightmares (literally) about doing this WOD. I would wake up at that miserable 3:30 a.m. time thinking of how I could get out of it. I had a wave of understanding today that told me that I just didn't have to go. I wouldn't show up. I just need to stay home and avoid the stress.

I showed up--the sign of a true addict. I went to what I thought was going to be a skills class and Sara said, "How was vacation?" I was lulled back into jellyfish mode, smiling, relaxed and happy, without a care in the world. A second later she asked me, "Have you done the baseline yet?" and I was reduced to a groveling, begging, Gollum, pleading with her not to make me do the WOD tonight. You think I'm kidding? I am dead serious. She stood there with a smile on her face and said, "Everyone has to do the baseline. It's cool tonight, it won't be that bad." Mentally I was swearing at her and I'm not given to swearing as a general rule. And now, to make matters worse, I was responsible. I had talked good ol' Rachel Rae into doing the "skills class" with me instead of the WOD, which was hideous. She thought she was getting off easy. Turns out she hadn't done the baseline either. (Sorry, friend!)

Here's the WOD:
5 rounds for time:

3 rope climbs (in my case, 9 rope walk-ups)
10 toes-to-bar
21 overhead walking lunges
400 m run

score: 35:56

I couldn't even look at my BFF for encouragement I was so mad. I told another good friend that I felt like I was in hell somewhere around round 3. I came home and told my dear husband what happened and he burst out laughing...but then said how proud of me he was. He poured me a glass of wine and I told him that I felt like a real "badass" as they say around CrossFit. There really isn't another good word for the feeling, truthfully.

I guess I'm glad I did it. I'm surprised that I don't feel worse than I do. It is hard to shake the belief that I am weak and out of shape, but the truth is, I am no longer weak and out of shape. I just did three freakin' WODs in a row this week, and I am still upright, and not in agony. We'll see tomorrow...

My son said when I came home, "You know how Staples has the "That Was Easy" button? CrossFit should have one that says, "That Was Painful!" LOL...oh, how sincerely I agree with you, Son!

Coming Back Strong

 

So this is where I spent last week...under an umbrella on the sand in the Outer Banks, sinking into something of a jelly-like state in which I neither read, nor thought, nor made anything resembling a decision. I did very little cooking, and very little shopping except for the daily run to the grocery store, which for some reason is always kind of fun when I'm on vacation. After all it's not my usual grocery store. We drove go-carts and played mini-golf and ate food that other people had cooked. We drank wine and talked and talked and laughed with the friends that were there with us. We enjoyed watching our kids be completely carefree and goofy, fly kites, boogie board, bury each other in sand, catch crabs--that was hilarious. 

My goal was to not lose too much ground with CrossFit, but not kill myself either. I really wanted to give my body a good rest and actually experience not feeling sore for a few days. I achieved the first thing. I did rest. I did a travel WOD on Monday, and on Thursday I tried running on the beach. So much for not feeling sore! Running on the beach is different! I felt all kinds of sore in my legs! One more running / squatting type workout was done on Saturday and voila! It was vacation without becoming a slug. There's a first time for everything. 

Even so, I figured I had not done enough and was dreading going back to CrossFit on Monday. Much to my surprise, however, I felt stronger and better and actually liked doing snatches (another first!) I PR'ed the snatch at 75# and felt much better in my form. I went back yesterday and did another personal best. Yetersday's WOD was 21-15-9 deadlifts and box jumps. Normally I warm up with box jumps and then step up for most of the WOD because I feel to weak to get through the whole thing with jumps. Yesterday the Rx was for women to do 24" box jumps and men to do 30", so I set up the box at 24" and planned to do the tall step-ups. Nick said asked if I was able to jump 20" and I said yes, but not all those reps, and he said, "I think you've got 21 jumps in you." 

pause for effect. 

Different coaches affect me differently, as they all have their own style. Nick's style is to declare that I can do something (with the implication that I had better share that understanding). Funny thing is that I believe him when he makes these declarations, and invariably, I do it.

In addition to lifting heavy, I jumped all but 5 of the reps yesterday. Those five were because I was still seeing stars from the dead lifts and needed to regain my balance. I came home so pumped and so proud. The smile of pride and approval I got from my husband when I told him was an even greater reward. 

So much for being worried about not being able to work out after vacation! Maybe I should go more often. There's a thought...