No special musings or introspections...just another Sunday...SUNDAY=REST DAY (yay!)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout. I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness." ~Henry Rollins
Today I did a workout off the Navy Seal Crossfit site. It was VERY appropriately named "EMBRACE THE SUCK" and it was a beating! Firstly, I've never liked workouts that are "AMRAP" (as many rounds as possible) in 20 minutes. They force you to go all out...no rest...fighting the timer all the way. I tend to be left laid out on the floor when I'm done with these...the kind of laid out where you kinda roll side to side while on your back...in pain..out of breath...NOT fun.
Wow...time flies! I knew I was behind, but with the holiday...it really got away from me. I can't believe it's already Friday! I'll just list my WODs for each day and try to get back on track starting...NOW.
I had a real crappy day yesterday...so at about 10:30...I took off my makeup and went to bed. I woke up at 8:00 this morning and I felt like a NEW woman...literally. I'm a night owl so I stay up late and wake up tired almost everyday. I went out and fixed myself 2 eggs and 2 pieces of toast and then got dressed to go up to the gym for a workout with J and a few of our friends that workout up there.
I'm having a hard day...so I'm just gonna remain silent.
I've said it before..."I LOVE DEADLIFTS"! I love plain old deadlifts...and I love Romanian deadlifts...I just LOVE deadlifts in general. Lots of times when I went up to the gym with A...we did 1 Rep Max deadlifts. I made it up to 225 lbs the last two times he and I were up there...but never went further. My eventual goal is 2X my bodyweight...260ish...so while I was glad to get to 225 lbs...I still wanted MORE! Yesterday, I did 1 Rep Max "deads" with my "girls" I train. It is so fun to see people lift more weight than they thought they could! It's so satisfying to see their faces light up and their confidence grow. So, I decided that because I was a little tired from working out last night...I would go in and do my 1 Rep Max on deadlift instead of a big long workout.
I went in and set up. I had decided BEFORE I got there that I would lift AT LEAST 5 lbs more than my previous attempts. I worked my way up and it was getting hard by the time I got to 215 lbs, but I kept moving forward. When I lifted 235 lbs...10 lbs more than my previous "best" I was SO happy! I was like, "Oh yeah! I did what I came here to do! WOO HOO!" And then I thought..."Why stop?", so I kept going...put another 10 lbs on the bar...and rested for about 5 minutes before attempting to lift it up. I tried to visualize myself lifting the weight. I also tried to remember every tip I've ever been given. When it came time, I got in the right position...planted my feet firmly on the ground...took a deep breath and held it tight in my belly...and pulled like I've never pulled before! It didn't come up off the floor immediately, but within a second or two...it began to move. I pushed my feet against the floor and just kept trying to stand up straight. It was slow and it WASN'T pretty, but I DID IT!!!!! I was SO happy. I laid in the floor and texted a few people. No one responded, but I didn't care. I got 20 LBS MORE today! YES!
Tonight I worked out with some of the guys at the gym (J, R, and Ry). It was a really brutal workout...really hard. It was also a "timed" workout, so we were moving at a fast pace with little or no rest. At one point, I was trying to do 20 heavy shoulder presses (well...heavy FOR ME)...and let me just say that I really DON'T like shoulder presses anyways. I was very tired...out of breath...and feeling like I would never get to 20. I would do 3 and drop the bar. One of the guys, R started encouraging me sayin, "Cmon! It's time to go 'King Leonidas' on this!". I said, "I can't do this." and walked over to hit my locker out of frustration. Him and J both said, "YES YOU CAN." So, I walked over and picked up that bar for what felt like the 100th time and I fought to press it over my head...all the while hearing, "Cmon! Push it up!" being yelled at me over blaring music. I FOUGHT for every rep...and I got em all and continued on with the rest of our workout. When I was done...I literally laid in the floor...sweating and exhausted...but happy. Once we were all done...and recovered...up off the floor...and talking and laughing...I looked at those guys...my friends...and I thought "I'm so lucky to be able to workout with these guys! I'm so glad they are my friends!" Tonight, I "dined in hell!" but I didn't "dine" alone!
When I was trying to decide what the title of today's post would be...I was feelin a bit blank. I mean...I worked my legs and abs...I'm tired (as one SHOULD be after working out)...nothing exciting happened...so I'm thinkin..."Legs...legs...legs..."....and suddenly I did what I do quite often. I say something completely weird and dorky that is not funny to anyone else but me...and not only do I find it amusing and funny...I crack myself up with it. I ACTUALLY laugh out loud. Sometimes I feel sorry for the people in my life. So anyways, as I'm thinkin...I say...to myself...because I'm alone..."DA LEGS!" just like those guys on SNL that say, "DA BEARS!"...or "DA BULLS!"..and I cracked myself up...and so...I stuck with it! Luckily, I didn't have any heart attacks during my workout like THOSE guys...nor did I consume any "polish sausage"! AHa! ha! ha! See, I did it again!
I just had a MARATHON workout. I don't know what's going on. I'm not sure if it's guilt over eating cake and ice cream for my Mom's birthday last night...or if I got super inspired by yesterday's video...but I just went and went and went...and the weirdest part is that I don't feel very well today, so I was kinda weak the whole time. I kept wanting to stop, but I didn't. I just kept going because I knew if I stopped...I'd never start again. So after 2 HOURS of working out...NO that's not a typo...after 2 HOURS of working out, I'm tired. My back is sore. My hands are still hurting from doing 105 pullups...AND I'm now sporting a cute little blood blister on one hand. But you know what??? As broken down as I feel...I also feel accomplished. I worked really hard and when the going got tough (about 5 minutes into the first workout)...I kept going. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I even cried for a minute at one point when my hand got pinched against the bar wrong (when I earned my little blood blister). I think the tears were more out of frustration and fatigue than they were from pain. I told myself out loud, "C'MON MC! GET IT TOGETHER! SHAKE IT OFF!"...and I did. I shook it off...dried my eyes with my sweaty towel and kept going (I still had about 30 pullups to do...OUCH!). Today was really hard...and really good.
I've said before that I believe that most of our limits...are SELF-IMPOSED. I have also come to believe that many times we mistake fear for pain. When we are tired...or it becomes uncomfortable...or we feel out of breath...it scares us...and we say, "It hurts," and we stop. I am NO WHERE NEAR being a super athlete. I have my fair share of struggles in the gym and when I'm out on the road running...but a couple of years ago...when I started working with W...I learned to stop being so afraid. When he pushed me past my "limits" and I accomplished things I wasn't sure I could do, I stopped being so afraid. Sometimes when I am running down the highway...my lungs burning...or my hips hurting...I want to stop...and when I want to stop...I RUN FASTER! I really do, and 9 times out of ten...I feel better within minutes. I will never run an ultra marathon or accomplish the things that David Goggins has, but I can work everyday to find my limits and then push past them.
I just had another BLONDE MOMENT!!! They just seem to occur so much more often than they used to...or maybe I was too young and "dumb" to notice or care...either which way I have been noticing that I'm having a plethora of "BLONDE MOMENTS" as of late (I had to use a big word so I don't seem like a TOTAL airhead)!
A little frazzled and A LOT embarrassed I went in and opened the blinds and prepared to get started. I did a really hard workout. About 2/3 of the way through...it happened...I remembered the code. "HOLY S***!" I yelled out to no one (I was alone). I remembered the code wrong! I was typing in 1343 (not the real code just an example) and all along I should've been typing in 3143!!! Right numbers...wrong order! I shook my head..."Oh...not again." I thought. These blonde moments are just becoming all too frequent!
Okay...ummmm..."OW!". I am unbelievably sore. I'm remembering the good old days when I worked out with W and literally LIVED in pain...almost everyday. That leg/ab workout I did yesterday...that was HIS workout...the only difference is that I put GHD sit ups in place of decline sit ups...and I added 25 lbs to the OH Squats and 15 lbs to the Front Squats. Now adding that much weight DOES make a big difference, but I'm MORE SORE than I can remember being in a VERY LONG TIME. I tried to workout, but getting up and down off the toilet...or going down to pick something up off the floor...or rotating my midsection...is SO painful. Sooo...I'm taking the day off...dammit!...but I won't ramble on and complain because it could always be worse...just ask the guy in this picture...I bet he took more than 1 day off!
I have not been able to workout like I wanted to all week because of this stupid jacked up heel/blister issue I had. Today, I was FINALLY able to get back in action! It was really hard and I'm ALREADY feelin it tonight...in my BACK...and butt...and legs. I'm tight and sore...but I'm happy and so glad that I was able to work hard today.
Today I did 40 minutes on my elliptical in soft flip flops! I know..weird, but my heel was too tender for tennis shoes...so I...improvised. Then, I did 50 air squats and ran out of time. It wasn't enough, but I figured it was better than nothin and I was feeling pretty happy...or maybe I was just loopy because I covered J's 6 AM class which meant I got up at 4:30 AM so I could feel "awake". I was busy all day and went straight to the gym from the nail salon to get ready to train my 2 ladies at 4 PM. I had a tough workout planned...but I KNEW they could do it...and I felt like they needed a tough workout.
40 MIN ELLIPTICAL
So, who knew one little blister could cause such a problem?!? I mean I'm pretty tough, but what a nightmare! I was so miserable last night that I couldn't just rest my heel down on my bed, so I decided to soak my feet in some Epsom salt and then put Neosporin and a bandaid on it.
Cosmo with a flashlight because our power was out. It looked really weird...purple-ish afterwards. This morning it's still tender but amazingly, I can walk normally and put pressure on my foot without extreme pain. So, I decided it wouldn't be the best idea to strap tennis shoes on again and workout like a madman. I just put a pair of socks on and did the elliptical. Hopefully, tomorrow I'll be back in business!
As I said on Saturday...I LOVED the Mud Run. I would do it again in a heartbeat! I have a bunch of bruises by one knee from the obstacles and I got a blister on one heel from running in those boots. I thought that was pretty good...manageable. So, I wasn't a bit worried this morning when I got ready to workout. I put some gauze over the blister and taped it up. It was a little sore, but I thought it was fine. I did an upper body workout and then came home to use my elliptical. Afterwards I took a bath and got ready to go back to the gym to train my client and then cover the 5:30 pm class. I stopped for a late lunch and the minute I stepped out of the car, I realized that my heel was MUCH worse. I think the blister popped. I don't know...but every time I step down on that foot...it is so painful. Now I'm limping around. Oh geez! I hate blisters!
Today was the Mud Run and I had so much fun! We had a FABULOUS team of people that I just love from the gym and a visitor from GSX. It's so awesome to test your limits in a course like this. In fact, every time we would do an obstacle, I would think...Oh, this is where all those box jumps come in handy!...or I'm glad I have strong legs from all those squats!...or Good Thing J made me learn to climb a rope! I ended up with one blister, but it was well worth it! I was unaware of the obstacles I would face, but I was prepared! THAT is what CrossFit is about. THAT is functional fitness in it's truest form.
I think the best part of today was the people that I ran with...that I encouraged and that encouraged me as well...the guys who gave me a hand (or 2) when my foot was stuck in the mud...the other woman that inspired me with her 8 DEAD HANG pull ups...the team mate that has NEVER run that far, but pushed himself and kept up...the friends that came out just to support us and to congratulate us in the end. It truly felt like family, and I am so truly grateful to know and associate with each and every one of them. THANK YOU B...R...D...K...and V for an amazing morning of "fun"!
MUDRUN '08
Oh...and we got the "fun" experience of being hosed off with fire hoses! Talk about COLD!!!...and YES I prepared!...and NO I did not "point" at anyone! ;)
Okay...I am running the Mud Run tomorrow and so I did not workout today. I am resting. In preparation over the past few days...I've tried to read everything I could about the race because after all...I AM a planner...don't like surprises...no siree, bob! I looked at the pictures from past runs and I thought this lady above had such a sweet, happy face. I also wished that when I used this pic on my blog, I could put that little black box over her eyes like they do in Glamour magazine when they show the fashion "Dos and Don'ts".
When I went to the CrossFit Level 1 Certification, we did the workout called "Fran". The prescribed weight for the Thrusters for women is 65 lbs. I had convinced myself that I COULD NOT do the workout with that amount of weight, so I chose to do the workout with 45 lbs instead. After the first round one of the instructors, DC, came over and told me that that weight was too light and told me to change to the higher, prescribed weight. I didn't want to, but I did...and I was able to complete the workout. It was hard...it hurt...but I was able to do it. I had thanked him afterwards for making me push past my self imposed limitations. I told him that "I am not that impressive or strong" but that I appreciated him showing me that "I COULD do MORE". The day after, DC sent me an email that said "You ARE that strong and impressive. DON'T BE AFRAID TO LOAD THE POUNDS ON THE BAR AND GO FOR IT."
I stayed up late last night watching all the election news. I wasn't happy with the outcome, but I'm not as hysterical as some people I know. I mean...what can you do? So I went to bed too late and woke up with a bit of an election hangover...tired...headache...sick stomach...and wondering what the hell happened last night. I registered 5 of us to do the MudRun this weekend. I think it will be SO much fun! Once I was done with that...I went to the gym to workout. I had a good hard workout. I felt really nauseous when I was done, which tells me that I gave it my "all". That's a good feeling.
I wasn't feelin like voting. Maybe because I was feelin like it was a lost cause...no no negativity!...but I had my son with me and I thought he would enjoy the experience of going with me...and I wanted to set an example for my kids. Anyways...I went and did it! I rocked the vote baby! Ha!
I had a few things happen at the start of my day that frustrated me...and made me wonder why I do what I do. It's hard to do something that forces people to do things they don't always want to do...or that they don't like to do...or that maybe they want to do but still struggle with. It's hard to be a control freak and come to terms with the fact that my clients success lies in their own hands at the end of the day. I can encourage and push and plan and advise and teach...but the time they spend with me is just a fraction of their day. They have to want change and they have to make it happen. Once I reminded myself of these things...my perspective fell right where it should be. In fact, I myself was not feeling very motivated. It's hard to workout everyday...to keep your body healthy. It's good I have those days because it helps me relate to the people I work with...and if there's one thing I have come to learn...it is that trainers and their clients are more alike that people may think. I came full circle I guess.
OMG! I just finished working out...AGAIN. My husband wanted to workout and so I said I would go with him and just work with him up at the gym on some stuff. Then we got there and I couldn't resist. I wanted him to be able to do stuff he never gets to do, so after a thorough warmup...we rolled out the tires...drug the sledgehammer and rowing machines outside...and gathered up some D-balls to slam. I went through the movements with him and I started the stopwatch.
I went to a going away party for A, so I got in late last night. I woke up feeling tired and sore in my shoulders and triceps from my past couple of workouts. Anyways...I opted to JUST take a nice long run today. Long runs for some people are 10...15 mile runs. Anything over 5 is long to me. I wasn't fast...that was not my intention...I JUST ran...and I enjoyed it.