drammatical

I’ve discovered many new blogs belonging to some of my workout friends. Needless to say I feel like a total loser. I mean I already felt that when it came to my fitness and such, but now it’s tenfold. Anyway, I really like reading about their progress and workouts they post so I’m going to start doing that myself. Maybe someone can shed some light on why my ass is still giggly. So on to my workouts of the week.

Monday – too long ago to remember but I attended a CrossFit class that included 400m runs and having to squat with a bar and I don’t remember what else. All I can say was that I wanted to die.

Wednesday – partnered up with someone and while one of us completed 30 wall balls the other had to do this convoluted torturous move. It involved holding two dumbbells (we used 15lbers) and then you drop your arms to the floor and you jump out (like in Yoga for downward dog) and do a renegade pushup. Yes, renegade which basically means you have to lift each arm up to your chest while trying not to move too much and still in the damn plank position! Jump back, go up and clean* (lift to the head) the weight and then lift overhead. Once each of us had a turn we had to run 400m while the other rowed. Yes, we each had to do this for three effin rounds. I wanted to die this day too.

Thursday – same thing as Wednesday with some variations. 35 wall balls instead of 30 and we used a 16lb ball instead of the 12lb one I used on Wed. Also, the order of that crazy pushup/ burpie/ squat thing was different. We did the renegade part first then the push up and we had to clean* the weights while in a squat position. And yeah the run/ row thing again. This day I didn’t want to die but the only thing that was in my mind the entire time was fucken shit.

*I don’t think clean is the right term for this but that’s what I’m calling it.

Tomorrow I’m going to do a practice run of the run we’ll be doing next Saturday. Some 8 miles on a trail. I’m really trying not to think of this and I know I can do it but geez louise the heat is going to get me, all of us.

Another thing that has me psyched out is that I really want to improve my time from last year. I’m really afraid of coming in at a longer time. And if all my own self criticism isn’t enough the thought of being part of a team also has me terrified. This year, the race officials decided to allow people to register as family teams. Apparently I’ve been registered to be part of the ez family team that includes an Airborne Ranger/ Officer that does that crazy Baker to Vegas run every year and insane N. Yeah, this sucks.