Yep...so I've been M.I.A. Or L.I.A. Lazy in action? Wait...............Anyway...two weeks ago I went once that week. Last week I went once that week. I've slacked off. However, I went yesterday AND today.
Disappointed in me? No more than I am, I can assure you. Mike reminded me yesterday how ironic the title of the blog was...yea yea...I get it!!!
Two weeks ago...I can't really remember what my workout was.
Last week...can't remember either. It's written down somewhere, but my legs and back refuse to allow me to get up from my chair to retrieve it.
We started out like we always do...foam rolling. This is the only calm time I have, until Mike gets a hold of me. He decided to "help" me roll today. And by "help", I mean torture. I mean, I was sweating while he was pushing my leg into the roller. It was bad. At least he got a few laughs out of it. That's what I get for telling him I don't feel something, or that something is easy. Never. Again.
We did low bar back squats today for our strength portion. It was supposed to be four sets of five each, increasing weight each time. But Mike decided that since I didn't get to work up to my one rep max last week, today was the day. I was NOT prepared for this.
I worked up to 113. That was tricky. Not impossible, but tricky to maintain form while still squatting my body weight. But it worked, and Mike didn't have to help me. At least I don't think. He was spotting me. I think he was more worried I would damage his gym than myself. Winkie face.
Once 113 was finished I thought I was done. Nope. Mike slapped five more pounds on. Keep in mind, I weigh about 114 pounds. This is more than my body weight now. I've always wanted to do this, but always been scared to. No turning back now. Nerves set in. This is the point when I start to psych myself out. I start to think, "you're going to drop this", "you're going to fail", "you're going to get hurt". All these things. I know, right? How dare I treat myself this way?
All the while thinking all these things, part of my brain kicked in and shut them up, and just said, "do it". Simple as that. Mike was there to spot if I really couldn't...and worst case...I drop the weight (I hope). I have a problem dropping weights in the gym...they make quite the racket. Anywho...I did it. It felt like it took an eternity to get it back up, but it did it. It was ugly, and it was hard, but it worked!
Then I put the bar back...and Mike said, "let's just stick with 115 for your 1RM, that was an ugly 118." Good idea, Mike.
So today's WOD looked pretty simple.
5 rounds for time:
11 deadlifts
11 hand release push ups
11 v-ups
So naturally, Mike moves my bar from the squat rack to the floor. This bar is thirty three pounds, and has twenty five pound weights on each side. For those of you who struggle with math, that's eighty-three pounds. No biggie, I did a workout several weeks ago that had me doing eighty three pound deadlifts for seven reps at a time...eleven shouldn't be so bad. That was when Mike decided to ADD ten pounds. Sheesh.
Hand release push ups confused me at first...I thought by hand release he meant bring your hands off the ground at the top, basically jumping off your hands, I was wrong, thankfully. Hand release push ups are when you get your chest on the ground, you pull your hands up off the floor. I needed a red band for assistance here. Thirty pounds of help makes a world of difference. Then there was the v-up. No biggie, I did these in high school all the time. *rolls eyes*
The workout begins. The first set isn't so bad until I get to the v-ups. I kept over-compensating on them and almost falling over. It was quite comical. But then I got the hang of it. Second round is getting more in the swing. Third round is when it starts to hurt...a lot.
Fourth round is when you think...only one more of each of these. And it feels like you've been doing this forever, and you look at the clock and it's less than eight minutes that has gone by. The last set seems like it will never end. The deadlifts get heavier and heavier each time you try to pick up the bar, the push ups feel like Mike is sitting on your back, and the v-ups feel like your abs are tearing and your legs don't want to come off the ground.
TIME!!!!!
10.49.
After I catch my breath and drink some water, I walk over to the board...and Mike wrote down 10.50. Oh...I don't think so. I told him about his mistake, he decides to leave it there since it bothers me so much.
Thanks, Coach.
There is a moral to all this rambling. The moral is that even if you fall off your wagon...don't give up. Slacking for two weeks is disappointing, but it's not a failure. Nobody judges you but yourself, and Mike if you're at CrossFit Zeal. You are your own worst critic. Everyone in the gym just goes to work out, they aren't there to pass judgement on who's there and who isn't. So go back...if it's been a week...or a month...go back!!!
My body is thanking me right now for going back in fact. It's causing me to walk a little funny, to grunt when I squat down to grab files, to take a breath and grimace a little when I get out of my chair, and stretch every five minutes to avoid getting stuck in one position. Other people wonder why you do it to yourself...they wonder why you smile when you're in pain. But those of us who are crazy enough to smile at the pain know that it's our body's way of thanking us for the work we've done. Thanking us for treating it with respect, for wanting to push it to the limit, to test what it can do.
Have I mentioned that I see changes already? My stomach is more tone, my legs are stronger, they are firmer, my arms are starting to cut up a little, and I feel more confident? I don't really weigh any different, but who cares? I didn't start this to lose weight, I started it to feel better. And hell...looking better is a bonus for me. The reason I started was to be able to do things like squatting my body weight today...and in a few short weeks I've gotten there. I'm already accomplishing things I've only dreamed about doing until now.
Start today...there's no better time.
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