Change is hard. In any aspect of life. You get comfortable, you find a rhythm, and you’re ‘in the swing of things’, so to speak. You ‘have a plan’. Everything seems to go according to that plan, and, despite some hiccups, you are content. You’re COMFORTABLE. Well, when I first started training at my new gym, which is primarily for weightlifters (they are NOT crossfit fans, and that’s an understatement), my form for every lift was changed. Being the naive hopeful that I was, I thought to myself, “YEAH! THESE GUYS ARE WEIGHTLIFTERS! MY LIFTS ARE GOING TO BE RIDIIIIIICCCCCULOUSSS!!!” Especially since, at that point, I had already considered myself to be pretty strong. EH!!!!! (BUZZER NOISE) Wrong. My new maxes were at least 10 pounds below my old PRs, some as high as 17 pounds below my PR. With change comes some more change, and not always in a “glitter and rainbows” fashion, if you catch my drift.
I was pissed. I felt actual hatred for everyone in that damn gym. I felt hatred for everyone in my old gym. I felt a general HATE for the sport. Why? Because I’m one of those people that takes this shit EXTREMELY seriously, am EXTREMELY hard on myself, and absolutely CAN NOT STAND to fail. My snatch was the first thing that needed some tweaking….. and let me tell you, it led to constant swearing, slamming of weights, throwing of any item close to me, kicking of walls… you name it. Now, this was a couple months ago, and I have since toned down. Today, though, I wasn’t having it.
I was feeling really good about my clean and jerk; I always have. Today my coach showed me a video and I saw that there was a small error in my second pull (ALWAYS THE EFFING SECOND PULL!) that for some reason, when I watched it, felt like I got stabbed in the gut. What the hell? I thought I was looking awesome when I was cleaning. Of course, we changed what I was doing, and the weight felt really heavy (when it shouldn’t have). I was pissed. Clean after clean after clean, jerk after jerk after jerk, and more pushing and pushing and pushing from my coach, and for some brief moments during my rest periods I wondered if I was cut out for this.
I caught myself, though. I can always tell when these ridiculous thoughts begin to trickle into my mind, and I’ve made a point to not let something as stupid as a shitty training session ruin my day. Old Kayla would have been in a horrible mood for the rest of the night, probably wouldn’t have eaten anything, wouldn’t have slept because she was thinking about how sucky of an athlete she was, etc…..
I’m going to be honest, I’m having a rough day. So add in a rough training session and you have me sitting here, writing this, and I’m in a pretty shitty mood. But you know what? Tomorrow is another day. So is the next, and so is the next. Am I cut out for this? I don’t care whether I am or not, I bust my ass day in and day out, and that counts for something, doesn’t it?!
Okay, rant over. Here’s what I did today. NO CONDITIONING! 😀
Power clean + Clean: Build to heavy double. 5 Sets of doubles.
Clean + Split Jerk + Split Jerk: Build to heavy triple. I can’t tell you how many sets I did, I was in a furious frenzy and probably clean and jerked for over an hour.
Back Squat: 1 set x 5 reps at 65%, 1 set x 5 reps at 75%, 1 set x AMRAP at 85%
Back Squats felt SO weak today… my knee was killing me, my lower back was killing me, my hip was killing me, and my mind wasn’t in it. Not to mention a disgusting centipede crawled across my foot at the beginning of my set. I digress.
Strict Chest to bar Pull ups: 3 sets x as many as possible
Strict Weighted Pull ups: 7 sets x 3 reps + 40# added
Then I had a nice cheat meal. I started off with one of those Skinny Cow mint chocolate mousse ice cream cones. Then I had 2 bowls of Reese’s Puffs cereal. It was awesome. My ego is a bit dampened, but I’ll manage. If your head isn’t right, your body isn’t right.
Tomorrow is a new day.
WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH…THE TOUGH GET GOING!