1. After two days of CrossFit in a row, I'm sore and bruised.
Left knee: small black & blue from burpees yesterday
Left middle finger: small black & blue on first knuckle from something yesterday
Right shoulder: happily sore from ring pushups today
Quads: not quite sore but definitely awake and alert from everything yesterday and today
Chin: bruised and tender after its rude interaction with the barbell yesterday
I keep forgetting about that damn bruise on my chin. Everytime I sit like this and try to think a big thought...
2. Although I don't think my workout performance this morning was anything to get too excited about, I had two mini triumphs that put a bounce in my step: The last time I tried ring pushups, I was only able to do 1 or 2 before I collapsed in a heap. Today, we had five rounds, and I did 3 - 4 - 3 - 4 - 4. On the rower, I enjoyed (ahem) a lot of cueing from the coaches – apparently I've been doing it mostly wrong. Anyway... I listened and tried to do what they said, and my times for 500m looked like this: 2:18 - 2:11 - 2:10. Instant improvement.
3. After our skills (cleans, ring pushups) and WOD (rowing, handstand pushups, squats), I practiced kicking up into a handstand... and failed all three times. Which is a huge WIN! Crashing into the wall and feeling off balance and totally not being able to do it this morning didn't freak me out at all. It's official: kicking up into a handstand can't scare me anymore. Neener!
4. I forgot my (very good, suspenseful) book at the gym. I'll leave it to you to puzzle out why I had my Daniel Silva thriller
with me at the gym.5. To the list of things I forgot today, add my tasty tea discoveries. Now I'm drinking the corporate overlords' crappy, grassy chamomile.
6. It's time for the monthly fun of hormone poisoning so I'm dropsy and drowsy... which sounds way more like a 1930s musical than it actually is.
7. I slept eight solid hours last night and after three days of clean-as-a-whistle eating, have no cravings or temptations.
8. Finally, I leave you with this:
Would you believe that I also hit myself in the chin yesterday doing thrusters? I did...and bit my tongue...real bad.
ReplyDeleteI got some weights for Christmas and they're in my basement with a ceiling just low enough that I can lift overhead if I put the plates between the rafters...so mid-thruster I looked up (like an idiot) to make sure I wasn't going to hit the ceiling and BHAM. 65lbs plus my own force...
We're twinsies!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds painful... I didn't bite my tongue, so now I feel like I got off easy. Note to self: move head back on lift.
Do you have a bruise?
Never, ever look at the bar. Going up or going down bar + head = bad.
ReplyDeleteTrust me, people: MelG would know about how NOT to interact with a bar.
ReplyDeleteLove you, MelG!
Be careful out there!
No bruise yet...but I do have a pretty cool bite-shaped scab on my tongue...TMI? I really don't know what I was thinking looking up...
ReplyDeleteOh, honey. That sounds really painful. Ice?
ReplyDeleteOkay so Im guessing the book was really fat and you were planning on using it to tap your head on for HSPUs had you been able to stabalize after kicking up? Maybe? :)
ReplyDeletePs - anti-overlord victory to report. I can now finally comment on your posts with my sweet new smartphone in defiance of all work internet blockages.
Chelsea, that is way WAY sexier and badass than the real reason, so let's pretend your explanation is why my book is at the gym. Love it!
ReplyDeleteAnd hooray for vanquishing the corporate overlords. Well-played, sister!