So, I got my sneakers on this morning. It was a fight. My quads and hamstrings were stiff, I'm not quite back on my game mentally and it was a fight. However, I had anticipated this feeling, and made that confession to the GT last night.
And I told Spartan Chicks message board. Why? Because then I knew I would feel accountable, even if I didn't want to do it for myself at that very moment. Sometimes, you just need to do what you need to do to get yourself out the door.
I got out the door.
It started like this...
Warm Up: 3 Rounds Of......
- 15 KB Swings (25#)
- 10 Squats
- 5 Inchworms
Then we moved onto the Strength/Skill:
- Pistols (one legged squats) : 3 Sets of 6 Reps On Each Side
RAWR. I would like to note that I can DO THIS. .... not a LOT of them.... (like 3-4 on one side, and 2-3 on the other)... but I CAN. AND, I was the only one in my class that could. The instructor can't do them. WAHA. I guess these giant tree-trunk legs are good for something. And all the damn squats (and Bulgarian split squats, with DB's) that I've been doing right along. I have to say, it was a huge deal to me, today, to be able to do that. Only because I've been feeling really out of it lately. It was nice to have that affirmation.
Now, my status at this point in the morning: My quads and hamstrings were stiff from doing t-handle swings the other day... which was not helped by the hill runs yesterday. Then that was compounded by the damn Pistols. I am Aja's raging upper legs.
Then we looked at the workout. *DIE*
Workout: 25-20-15-10-5 Of......
- Wall Balls (10#, All At 10' Target)
* For Time:
Yep, that's right, wall balls (squats involved there...). My legs wanted to cry. Then we thought about burpees. SO MANY burpees. But you just can't quit in the middle of a CF workout, so I soldiered on. I wasn't going to be shown up by the new guy in class!
I am proud to say that I got a compliment from the instructor about my Wall Ball squats - as I was still doing a full, low squat, and not shorting it like the other tired people. Oh yeah. Apparently I was covering the I-want-to-die face well. LOL.
As far as the burpees go.... WELL. They're burpees. Although, I find that I can do more and more of them in a row without wanting to die immediately.
However, I have battle wounds:
It's a badly lit pic, but what you should be seeing is the ripped callous and red spot on the ball of my index finger from the burpee friction (on rubber mats! yikes!), and the mini ripped callous' even with it. Waha. Yep, my hands have weight-lifting callous'. Aroo.
Finally, we concluded with an
- 100 Double-Unders
..... and since I can't do that many double unders, I did 300 singles. Easily. Yeahhh baby.
Although, I admit, at the end of this WOD, I had NOTHING left. Damn burpees/wall balls really kicked my ass. But it felt good. I was really happy that I had gone and busted through that workout. It's true, you will feel good if you just do it. You just need to get out the door.
Having said that.... I am stiff. I swear to you, BlogLand, I'm walking like a granny. My hams and quads are reeealllllyyyy angry. REALLY angry.
On top of which, I appear to be fighting the onset of a headcold. SO... instead of Ibuprofen tonight, It's a good swig of NyQuil and a sleep coma. I'm supposed to run in the morning, but we have an ice-storm here that seems to be deciding I'm not running outside. I may need the rest anyway. But today, I'm choosing it - not letting it choose me. Rawr.
We will see how this cold feels in the morning, after a good sleep. Ahhhh...