Monthly Archives: December 2012
Yeah, it certainly did.
I think it’s pretty clear that I don’t like DNFing but I had no reason to do so until two minutes before FGB was finished that I totally experienced the brain-splitting agony of a DNF.
I saw in the morning that Coach had done and PRed on Fight Gone Bad, so I really hoped that we were doing it. I was stoked, to say the least. I sent Boyfriend a text with a big smiley face and anticipated the end of the day.
During warmups, I grabbed my jump rope and started doing single unders during one of my favorite Dubstep songs: “Zombies ate my neighbors” by Schoolboy. I jumped to the beat and every now and then tried doing a double under. On the fourth or so try, the rope didn’t smack my shins and I looked down to see the rope was still moving. I had just gotten a double under. I immediately burst into a crazy-person laugh before announcing it finally happened! Then I kept going. A few single unders and I’d have the double under. I tried stringing them together but I figured it was about actually doing them, not getting many together.
We warmed up with a skill of Turkish Getups, something I don’t think I’m very good at, but I managed to get 5 done without dropping the little 10 pound bell on my head so I viewed it as a win.
The strength was a bit of a let down to me. It was 7 sets of 2 hang power cleans into a push jerk. I knew my normal power clean was something upwards of 100 pounds, so I figured it’d be OK. I got up to 85 pounds in the fifth set and got one but couldn’t get the bar up before I bailed. This occurred for another two rounds and I could only get one clean out of the high hang position. It pissed me off after the third time. I yelled out and kept trying to shake out my shoulders but the stupid bar just wouldn’t go up. I settled there but it was still on my mind.
We had a few minutes to set up for the WOD and we were told to use a bar for the Sumo-Deadlift Hi-Pulls and a different bar on the other side of the gym for the Push Press. I set them both up at 35 since I don’t know what my SDHP is, and I figured I’d be gassed from everything else and I went along my business.
After about 15 SDHP I couldn’t really feel my shoulders. I did box jumps on five 45 pound plates, Did wall balls with a 10 pound ball and got about 10 calories rowed in each round.
It was the third round that it all went down: The SDHP went fine, I got 15 that round and moved onto the box jumps where I got another 13, went back to the push press and got up to 45 total reps. At the rotation I headed to the rower. I’m sure it was all very graceful and everything as it happened. I’m making my way to the rower and all of a sudden my foot decided to stop supporting me and it rolled under me and I went down in a mass of flailing arms and ridiculous expressions. I yelled out an “OW!” and banged my fists on the mat (to show that mat-bastard just how angry I was with it) and coach made his way over to me, helped me onto a plyo box and told me to stay there for a few minutes. I cradled my idiot ankle for a good five minutes while the rest of the people there made it through the WOD Without injury and, after removing my shoe, I hobbled over to the front of the box to my stuff.
I told Coach my reps and was sad to say my total was 178, which would have definitely been over 200 had I not killed myself. I massaged the ankle a bit and traced the alphabet before putting my shoe on and hobbled out of the building. I stopped at Walgreens, bought an ACE bandage and some one-time use ice packs and made my way to knit night where I put my foot up on a stool and iced it for an hour or so. I hobbled home around 9:30 and had to face the THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS in my apartment to get from my car to my bed. Not cool.
I got into the apartment, got up to bed and started a load of laundry before removing the ace bandage to replace it with the good cloth one in my medicine cabinet. I slept so hard and good thanks to the three advil I popped. I woke up at 6:30, took off the ace bandage and tried to gingerly stand with the foot.
Probably a bad idea. I dragged the foot behind me into the bathroom and narrowly made it into the shower without falling over. Hot water made it feel better and I was feeling a little more dextrous after that. I applied two strips of KT Tape (because it’s all I had) and wrapped the ace bandage around me again. I found a crappy old pair of ballet flats and slid into them even though they don’t match my outfit; they fit my giant foot, so I went with it.
Three flights of stairs taken one step at a time and I was in my car on my way to work. The ice pack was on my desk and my foot was on it. I didn’t care how unprofessional it was; if someone said anything to me, I’d show them the giant club I have for a foot and they’d be able to walk away.
So I guess the fight really did go bad… I called the chiropractor and hope to have an appointment in the next couple days and I’m thinking a modwod is in order for later this week to avoid the ankle, but still give me a good workout.
The three advil I took earlier today have kicked in. Excuse me while I go get the ice pack.
Who knew that roasted, salted almonds could look like this all of a sudden when you go to open the bag to enjoy some lovely almonds when you’re falling asleep at your desk?
Who knew that a person who was in dire need of said almonds because she may or may not be extremely exhausted, go apeshit upon realizing that said almonds cannot be consumed without throwing up?
I guess this is what I get for not sleeping enough over the last week and a half. What a crappy way to start my week.
I shall make up for it with Tomato Basil soup with chorizo sausage cooked in. It has lots of spice and zing to it and it’s delicious. I made a chorizo-laced chicken noodle soup for boyfriend too and I imagine he’ll be diving in within the next hour or so. I love leftovers. In fact, I think I’ll go and purchase more of this soup and chorizo because it’ll be easy to live off it for the next week until I get paid.
For those who want to know, the almonds are probably about a year old. It’s understandable that they would commit almond-cide, but it doesn’t make me any less sad for their passing.
The soups are Progresso Tomato Basil and Chicken Noodle. I got a pound of chorizo sausages from the meat section and, after removing the intestinal skin from the sausages, dropped 2.5 sausages worth of little meatballs into each of the soups where they happily bubbled away cooking the sausages to perfection. They let go of their spicy oils and flavored the soups with just enough zing to really make you think about what you’re eating.
I am a frequent visitor of the HWY 100/18 Bou and I come in every Monday for knit night where my friends and I stay for up to three hours drinking coffee, getting treats and generally enjoying ourselves. I would love to say I adore the drinks you have but, I’ve only been able to drink tea from your company because I am unable to drink dairy or soy milk. Usually this isn’t a problem but I would love to be able to order something off your menu with the opportunity to drink almond or coconut milk in my drink, hot or cold. I have spoken with your baristas a few times about this and they informed me that I am not the only patron who has this same issue. This is why I am e-mailing you today.
I’m on the Paleo diet, which restricts the kinds of foods I eat based on making your body a fat burning machine by way of protein. As such, I do not consume grains, bread, dairy, legumes and processed sugars. I’m sure you can now see how almost nothing in your menu fits these restrictions other than tea, black coffee(which I don’t want at 8 p.m.) and your sparkling water. I adore your teas but sometimes I want an almond milk dark chocolate hot cocoa. Can you see how that would be absolutely delicious? With the substitution of coconut/almond milk in place of your other dairy, the menu opens up completely and I’m sure I would enjoy my experience at your stores much more.
I’d also like to make the proposal to, at some point in the future, switch to stevia, raw honey or even agave nectar than clove honey. Clove honey is overly processed and full of extra sugars, where as raw honey is straight from the bees, usually tastes like the flowers in which the pollen originated, and has even been known to alleviate allergies when you buy local honey (in Wisconsin, it’s usually “Kallas” brand. Agave nectar is much lighter but it doesn’t process in your body like white sugar and it’s much sweeter in less doses than sugar. As someone unable to consume processed sugars and white sugar, stevia, raw honey and agave are the only things available to me to sweeten up my drinks. None of these things are available in your stores.
I understand if this adds more to your menu, but it’s more of a substitution and I’m sure many people would appreciate it if you could help them enjoy your coffees more. I don’t know of a single coffee shop in the area that makes their drinks with these two milks so you could be paving the way for a new way to enjoy your favorite drinks. Almond and coconut milk can be substituted in any case you would have dairy milk. Unsweetened vanilla almond milk is great as an addition to coffee for those who don’t want 1/2 and 1/2 etc. Both of these milks also have much more nutrition properties than dairy milk and soy milk.
If you are unable to accommodate this request, I’d like to know if it would be possible to bring in my own almond milk to have the baristas create my drink. I’d be happy to pay for a regular hot chocolate, but have them use my milk so I can have a better experience in your stores.
I would greatly appreciate the opportunity to enjoy your drinks more often so if you could help me out with this request and/or point me in the direction of with whom I can speak to get answers regarding my request, I would be more than happy to work with you all.
Thank you ever so much.