It’s another “summer” day here in Illinois!!! Which for us means that the high was in the 40’s. When we walk outside and it’s that “warm”, we literally catch ourselves saying, “IT’S BEAUTIFUL OUT!” Because compared to the arctic temps and disgusting amounts of snow we’ve been getting, 45 degrees might as well be summer. But, we’re expecting another couple inches of snow. Midwest… make up your mind here!
This morning I was hurting everywhere, no surprise there. I took half an hour to warm up instead of just jumping right into whatever is on tap for the day like I usually do. I used to take 5-10 minutes to warm up and start with whatever lifts I had for the day because I was eager to start and I didn’t want to put it off anymore— no matter how stiff I was. Now, though, it’s at the point where 5-10 minutes is just the amount of time I take to get my blood flowing… through running, rowing, airdyning, jump rope… anything. That’s how sore I am all the time. I knew today would be a snatch day, so I spent probably 20 of the 30ish minutes just working on loosening up my shoulders. Then the day started….
High Hang Snatch: Work up to a heavy single
Snatch Grip Press from bottom of squat (behind the neck): 8-6-6
Then a short little met-con to get some handstand pushup and double under practice in…
6 MINUTE AMRAP:
Row 15 calories
5 Strict Handstand Pushups
20 Double Unders
Took a short break, then..
Strict Weighted Pullups: 20 total, 35-45 pounds added
Barbell Turkish Get-Ups: Kept going until I couldn’t complete a TGU with both arms.
Then I went home and had a huge ass breakfast. Please look at this picture and realize that everything in it is what went into my oatmeal. IT WAS LIKE AN OATMEAL ORGY! CAN YOU IMAGINE?!
Banana, cinnamon, butter, dark chocolate with bacon bits in it, and spun honey… YES!
Then I basically passed out on my bed while watching Desperate Housewives and napped until I knew that I could no longer put off front squatting. So…..
FRONT SQUAT: 6 sets x 2 reps @ 80%
Short break, then…
Weighted Reverse Hyperextensions: 3 sets x 10 reps + 25 pounds
3 minute AMRAP max distance Airdyne
3 Minute AMRAP max burpees
NO REST IN BETWEEN AMRAPS!
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about not putting so much pressure on myself all the time. I mean, really, what do I even need to be pressuring myself about? With the Open out of the picture, my main focus right now is back to getting insanely strong and less worrying about met-cons. However, this is a tough pill to swallow. As much as I love getting stronger, it also sucks when you have trouble catching your breath and going at a fast pace during met-cons. I hate to compare myself to other people, so instead I compared myself to the old version of myself: I went faster and just plain wanted it more. I wanted to go until I basically felt like I was going to die. And, still, I was able to have fun with it—no pressure. Now, with people around me telling me to compete in this and compete in that and blah blah blah…. it gets to be a little bit much. If I knew my life’s work was dedicated to becoming great at this sport, then maybe I’d enjoy that kind of pressure. Maybe that would be what would keep me going everyday. For now, though, it’s just added stress. What I also need to take into account is this: I’ve only been doing Crossfit for a little less than a year. When I see the big namers (Camille Leblanc Bazinet, Julie Foucher, Andrea Ager) putting up insanely fast times and huge numbers, I have to admit, I get discouraged. I mean, HOW IN THE HELL COULD THEY DO THAT?! How can a human be capable of doing that? Obviously they work their asses off, and none of the big name people suddenly woke up and became excellent. They’ve been doing it for years and have the experience of losing, wanting to quit, etc. I’m still at the stage where I want to WIN, and I want to do REALLY WELL, and I’m an absolute PERFECTIONIST… and if things don’t go the way I hope, I get really angry and beat myself up about it. What I should be saying to myself is this: You’ve only been doing this for a year. If things go your way, then that’s awesome. And if they don’t…. you’re still kind of a rook. So don’t worry about it. Changing the way your mind works is far more difficult than any wod or any lift I’ve ever done. It’s a work in progress, but I’m getting there. It’s nice these past few days to be able to get in the gym and not worry about the clock, numbers, or scores. Actually, I’ve hit 3 PRs in the last week… go figure.
Time to RECOVER PROPERLY and get my head straight for tomorrow. And by get my head straight, I mean watch more Desperate Housewives on Netflix.