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It’s been two weeks since my last WOD.
I then stupidly decided to go really hard at the WOD tonight.
I PRed my Squat Clean and Jerk at 115. And it wasn’t too shabby.
The WOD was confusing and awful. I hate running. But I think I might have a good stride going lately. I just need to start doing it more often.
It was 85 and 100% humidity for the WOD. I was in the back corner where air doesn’t exist.
I finished with a decent score, I think, but I know I could have probably done better had I just gotten out of my head and just done it.
I’m going to make an ernest effort to start posting my WODs so I can track my progress. I’ve come to the realization that the PCOS is fighting back and I have to step up my attempts at fixing this. I’m back up the 50 pounds I’ve lost and I’m none too happy about it. I’ve been strict paleo for 2 years, only allowing my 3 cheats per week and only occasionally splurging with snacks. I’ve been seeing gains on the barbell, but I know I need to be running or doing something along those lines during the off days, so I’m going to make more of an effort to get out when I’m done with work before dinner. It’ll make me feel better in the long run and I’m sure it’ll help me burn more calories. Plus I’ll actually be able to run properly during the WODs.
AMRAP 5: Squat Cleans and Jerks. Completed 45. Rest 3 minutes
AMRAP 5: One wall walk, 25 double unders when you drop. Completed 4 wall walks. Rest 3 minutes
AMRAP 5: Thrusters. 25 double unders every time you drop or rest. Completed 49. Rest 3 minutes
AMRAP 5: 150m Run. Finished 3 rounds.
The run was the worst. Proof that I need to do it more.
I came home and had some fruit. I know I need to eat the salad I brought home. But… I don’t want to. Oh well. Gotta eat.
As a muscular woman with thighs that touch and will forever touch, I say AMEN to this girl’s response.
I’ve never worn Lululemon’s stuff, but I know plenty of people who do and I gotta say, they’re not clothes to be worn to the box. As soon as you squat, your panties are on full display. It’s unfortunate that this guy is blaming his key demographic. Rather than wanting to fit the tiny little Yogis, they should be aiming to fit everyone– even us strong, muscular CrossFitters.
So I have a job! YAY!
It involves writing! DOUBLE YAY!
I also have good news in the medical front and I should be back to CrossFit soon (I’ve been out for a week with lady issues. Let’s not talk about it) and I’m looking forward to hitting the rubber.
I also have good news on the knitting front. I was bored a couple weeks ago and started cleaning up the apartment. I was getting rid of a lot and sorting things, filing paperwork away and making things pretty in the place I call home. My last bit of cleaning was the yarn. There’s yarn everywhere in the apartment: In buckets, baskets, bowls and even in corners. It’s ridiculous. So I pulled out all six containers for my yarn and started sorting before realizing that it all wouldn’t fit in the six containers.
As long as I have been a knitter, my stash has never gotten larger than those six boxes. I texted Boyfriend. “Know anyone having a baby or getting married any time soon?”
“Actually… four people” he replied.
I had piles of yarn in not-so-various colors so I decided to split things up. I already had tons of red over in one corner in a worsted weight so I put them in a bag with a few skeins of brown. I tossed the orange and cream together, the purple and grey and the black and blue. When I put them all together, I had more than blanket quantity of all the colors of purples, blues oranges, reds, cream and greys that I could have asked for. I decided ombre would be a perfect solution.
So I packed all the yarn into three empty bins and carried the red over to the couch and cast on 600 stitches with a size 13 needle and the yarn held double. Decreasing six times, every 100 stitches, I would have a really nice lap blanket or a crib blanket for some couple in the future.
The first wedding is within the next couple months. Boyfriend is attending the Bachelor party of his old college friend and I’m knitting the brown-into-red blanket. So far I’m up to the second-to-last color but I’m anticipating it’ll work perfectly and I won’t have any yarn left over.
CrossFit is…well… I miss it. They did Whitten last week Friday, the day after I had some abnormal cells removed and I wasn’t in a position to attend. I was sad because I wanted to beat that WOD after it beat me last year. I was OK missing it because I remember it beating me. It is, to this day, the only WOD I’ve ever cried through. I’ll be going back to the box tomorrow, hopefully. It’s been more than a week as of tonight so I’m hoping it won’t be too brutal.
Now that I have my lunch breaks and I’m happy to be writing again, I think I’ll blog more often. My half hour is up, though. I hope you’re all enjoying this weather! I don’t know about you but WODding AND knitting are way better when it’s 65 and sunny!
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.
I have missed you so much. Have I ever told you how much I adore you? I don’t think I have and it’s time you know the truth.
I’ll admit, I was skeptical the first day we met because you’re electric and I’ve only ever had a gas oven and stovetop but I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and open my heart to you. I’d had my feelings hurt before from ovens that have died, lied to me about their temperature or simply not cooked my food, so I was so happy to find that you were extremely clean, didn’t reek of burnt cheese whenever I cooked something in you and you cooked my food at an alarmingly fast rate.
It was meant to be from the very beginning.
I’m sorry I dropped that giant piece of garlic pizza crust onto your heating coil which cause it to set on fire and only narrowly not blow up the kitchen. I bet that scared you almost as much as it scared me. I blame myself for that incident, as well as forgetting about that burned piece of garlic pizza crust until the next time I turned you on to bake some cookies, which caused the apartment to smell like burning. I quickly retrieved the crust from your belly and I’m sure you were grateful, which you showed with delicious cookies.
I’m so terribly sorry I’ve had to neglect you over the last two months. I swear it wasn’t intentional. I thought we could live harmoniously during this strict Paleo time; baking banana bread and cookies and other delicious things while I did the LuRong challenge, but I quickly found out that I couldn’t use you at all and your stovetop got more action that I care to mention. I longed for the days of being able to watch you bake cookies and muffins and breads.
Instead I walked past you day after day… not thinking twice about how much I needed to be domestic; how much I wanted to bake. I came to avoid your judging glances and hateful comments whenever I turned on the stovetop again to make bacon and eggs. I tried buttering you up by cleaning your door and handle when bacon fat splattered or I got soup spilled, but you were so angry with me.
I hoped one day we could be together again in harmonious bliss…And now that day has come.
And I’m not looking back.
And I know we’re going to have a very happy time together… until my lease runs out or I move out. But we’re going to make the most of the days we have together. And that includes lots of baking and roasting and lots of time with you at 325 degrees F.
With all my adoration and gratitude,
P.S. Did I ever mention that boyfriend likes you too? From your broiler to the way the racks move so easily up and down, to the wonderful way you bake those cookies and muffins. If it weren’t for his new oven, I’m sure he’d be begging to hang out with you more often.
Did you hear the groans this morning? Or the cracks of joints as we went down the stairs? That’d be both Boyfriend and I sore as hell after WODding on Wednesday and Thanksgiving morning. What were we thinking?
Let’s go back a couple days:
Wednesday we got out of work a little early but I stayed until 3:30 anyway to fill in a few hours that I’d be missing from the holiday. I went to the 4:30 class and cringed hardcore when I saw the WOD:
15 Tuck Jumps
12 Hand-Release push ups
Your final score was the weight of the snatch. You could go down in weight, but not up.
I started with a 55 pound snatch, got through two and hit myself in the head on the third. I dropped the two 10s and stuck with the bare 35 pound bar. meh. The 15 minutes were freaking interminable. I hated every ever-loving second of the freaking thing. My back hurt from not having the bumpers so I went down too far with the snatch and my back was probably rounded and I was rushing the whole thing so my low back was angry. A few twists and snaps and it feels better.
Anyway– so after the WOD, I raced home, picked up some stuff, packed clothes for the WOD the next morning, went to the store and then to Boyfriends for the night.
We woke up, I sipped at some coffee, drank some water and we headed to the WOD at CrossFit Fort Atkinson: Boyfriend’s box. They were doing a special team WOD and were more than welcoming to have a guest, so Boyfriend brought me with.
Warm up? Just a nice little half-mile run. In the mild-cold wind. On terrain. Mahhhhh.
Then some lunges and yoga poses. Better.
Then we got put into groups for the team WOD. Ready for this?
Teams of 7:
Farmer/Buddy carry 400m, every person must be carried and/or carry at least once.
25 rope climbs, all other teammates hold plank position
140 pull ups, all other teammates hold wall sit
Every team member rows 400m while all other teammates do air squats
Wall-ball-into-tire-opening. Every time you miss, every team member does three burpees.
Every teammate drinks a beer.
Right away we were off to a beautiful start. The guy who tried picking me up for the buddy carry tried hiking me up but he went down too far and I went up too high and I took a wonderful dive on top of him and he was bloody afterward. My hands were scraped, which affected my pull ups. The worst was holding the positions while teammates worked. I did manage to get 20 pull ups and 9 up-downs to equal 3 pull ups and I kept up with the rest of the team pretty well, in my opinion.
My legs were still twitchy as we left and headed home to clean up and grab foodstuffs to head to Mom’s for thanksgiving. We had a 14 pound bird smelling up mom’s house and it smelled amazing all day. We finally had Thanksgiving Dinner around 3 p.m. and it was all very delicious. I was more concerned with spending time with Mom and Boyfriend than taking pictures, so I’ll take pictures of leftovers at some point and talk about them later. But know they were really good.
Dessert came out pretty good, but it needs some finessing for the future. I’m not terribly happy with it, but goddamn is almond butter good.
Leftovers are also the best thing in the world. Cranberry sauce on turkey. LOVE. Lots of love for those two things. Again, pictures to come later.
That’s how long I have to write this post before I have next to no time to proof a giant document and send it to the printers. Did I mention we received it on my first day and today is my FOURTH day? Yeah. That’s not a whole lot of time to proof things… Welcome to the retail world, Manda!
Last night I didn’t make it home until almost 9 p.m.. I wanted to get to the box but the 6:30 class was cancelled, then back on, but I was already too far away to make it in time and I’ll be damned if I’m going to do 10 burpees for every minute late.
I went to DSW for a pair of boots as I was sick of the shoes I had on– the heels were ruined and I was getting shin splints from them. Not cool. I found a pair on clearance and grabbed a pair of leggings a size smaller than I bought last year. Queue applause and cheers.
I then remembered I told mom I’d go to her place to feed the kitties and pick up some money as she’s helping me, for hopefully the last time, to bail me out of financial ruin. It was also trick or treat in town so I had to get the candy on the stoop. The cats nearly gnawed my ankles off and the kids took handfuls of candy and talked to mom for about 10 minutes before heading home.
Stock in pot. Sausage in stock Veggies chopped. Stop tearing from onions. Garlic smashed. Kitchen is an effing disaster. Where the hell is my ladle? UP AT THE CABIN, THAT’S WHERE!!!!! Dammit now I have to buy a new ladle.
(10 minutes left)
The soup came together in about a half hour and I had to improvise severely to get it all blended together. I was eating dinner at 10 p.m. and I was in my bedroom finding clothes for the next day by 11.
I was… I’d love to say upset to say… but I’m not really all that upset about it– My dresses no longer fit.
At all. I should have anticipated this because my shoes no longer fit as my feet have shrunk in the process of losing 40 pounds in a summer. I started the process with about 10-14 dresses. I now have about 4, if you don’t count the many kimono dresses I own, which aren’t work-appropriate. Even my favorite little black dress that made me look super skinny now makes me look fat because it doesn’t fit. It hit the goodwill pile with a sad look on my face.
Today I’m wearing a drapey dress with a slip under that had to be clipped to avoid baggage and so it wouldn’t slip down to the point where my bright orange bra would be hanging out the top. It’s a purchase I made from Target last year along with two others of the same style, different patterns. The slips all have to be taken in but the outer bits all fit fine, as they cinch in at the waist. It’s my saving grace, I tell ya. I put on my boots and brand new leggings and headed out the door in a frenzy this morning.
I guess I know what my first paycheck is going toward.
No crossfit last night. The baby was born though! Baby Girl Avelyn Grace was born a little after 6 a.m. today and I can’t wait to meet her and see her in her woollens.
The soup is delicious, not that I can take the time to savor it.
2 minutes to spare and I’m back to work! Have a great day, all!
Well I’m finally home for the first time in about five days. I could have blogged days ago, but boyfriend has been on the computer all day every day since we got home from the hospital. So, while I sit here eating a Greek yogurt and sipping some orange juice (prinal, I know) here’s a catch-up on what happened this past weekend.
The Box was closed for a big competition that all the trainers took part in so I met up with two other badgers and we did a nice metcon at the track at the local park. It wasn’t my best– it was about 85, my stomach wasn’t feeling the best and I needed to have a good chat with the toilet. I tried to eat something that morning, drink plenty of water, but let’s face it– morning WODS aren’t my forte. The plan was to do six rounds of 30 flutter kicks (which is really 60), 20 air squats, 10 push ups and a 200 meter run.
Running. That deep hatred I feel? It’s toward running. I made it through four rounds by the time the other two girls made it through six. It was 20 minutes flat. My stomach didn’t hurt during the whole WOD, but I wasn’t really paying attention to stomach pain.
Through the rest of the day, I noticed a nagging pain in my right side, right next to my belly button. I called Mom and explained my pain and she thought it was gas but it had been hanging around since that morning and it hadn’t moved so I was worried. I told her I’d keep her posted, showered and got packed for Boyfriend’s.
While there, the pain was getting worse so I called Mom again and she told me to go to Urgent Care. Boyfriend drove and I worried. Blood was taken, urine was miraculously given and tested and both tests came back normal. I went in for a CT scan where they found that my appendix was inflamed and there was ‘banding’ around it. It wasn’t bad enough that it should be removed immediately and the surgeon needed to see me and evaluate me. By about midnight, I was exhausted and loopy and I needed sleep so pain was the furthest from my mind when the surgeon came in and evaluated my pain which I wasn’t reacting to. He admitted me, Boyfriend went home quickly to get chargers and stuff to clean up quickly and some food since he was hungry (I was starving, but you know… no food for surgery kids) and returned to spend the night on the couch in my room. I was in and out of sleep and got about five hours total, was woken up every two or three hours (Finally came to the realization that it needed to come out at about 5:30 when I got out of the bathroom and was in a lot of pain) and was finally woken up by the surgeon at about 8 Sunday morning, barely pressing on my belly to find pain. He decided it needed to come out but he had a couple surgeries beforehand so I’d get in by about noon.
Boyfriend called Mom. She had a patient to see but said she’d push the appointment up a bit so she could be there when I got out of surgery. He also sent out an e-mail to his side of the family, asking for their prayers and thoughts. We watched Star Trek and, as soon as the movie ended, the nurses came in and started wheeling me away. I cried in fear and nerves for the entire ride to the OR, Boyfriend hugged me tightly and recited Psalm 91 in my ear before kissing me and heading to the waiting room. I was told not to worry, that I was the third appendectomy of the weekend, and that I’d be fine in an hour and a half. I laid down on the table, fell asleep and woke up in recovery to some random dude watching over me. He gave me some water (FINALLY!) and, after 10 or so minutes, I was wheeled back to my room where Boyfriend and Mom were waiting. Many kisses were given but I had my priorities: To get the hell out of that hospital.
I had three duties to get out: Keep food down, be up and moving around and to void. I immediately asked for some pudding as I was ravenous. I could have eaten an entire rotisserie chicken had I the option. My upper lip and throat hurt as well as my belly button where they laproscopically inserted the camera. I downed the pudding faster than Mom wanted me to and I finished the water cup they gave me as well. It was cold and made my throat feel so much better. I found my underwear in a bag by my feet (they took them off after I was under to clean my skin to the surgery) and put them on to go to the bathroom and I started putting clothes on to feel normal for the first time in 24 hours. Within 20 minutes I had completed all three tasks. I walked around the hospital room with a blanket around my shoulders trying to figure out the next steps, when I could shower, get back to CrossFit, take off the bandages, etc. I was happily discharged, wheelchaired down to the exit where Boyfriend picked me up and took me back to his place after stopping at Walgreens for the Tylenol with Codeine and getting noms at the grocery store.
Boyfriend made mac and cheese, we ate, I took a tylenol/codeine and passed the hell out until about 9 p.m.. I thought it had worn off since I felt totally awake so I took two more a couple hours later. I woke up once to pee and once because Boyfriend accidentally (lightly) kneed me in the stomach and woke up with a hangover.
We both slept in and Boyfriend got up to get to work from home just a few feet away. I slept in for another two or so hours and finally woke up to get some coffee and other foodstuffs. I stayed in bed for the most part while Boyfriend puttered away working all day. Mom stopped by and brought clothes and flowers. I washed my hair in the sink as I didn’t feel comfortable showering properly yet. We finished our day by going to CrossFit Fort Atkinson and I cheered Boyfriend through a WOD.
Mom told me on Monday to start moving around more, so we walked to the cafe down the street so I could get some protein. The walk was fine and the CO2 was finally able to get out of my system a bit more. I kept moving around and stayed as vertical as possible to recoup as laying down wouldn’t help me much. My belly was feeling better and it only hurt when standing straight up from a sitting or laying position. We ordered dinner after Boyfriend WODded his ass off again at CFFA and it was delivered shortly after we got home. Food was had, my bandages came off and I cringed when I saw the hellish feature that had become my belly button. I only took one tylenol/codeine and barely slept well that night. I was tossing and turning, my right shoulder hurt as if there was still CO2 in it, and it just hurt to move so I was awake a lot.
Boyfriend told me to get back to sleep and he would continue working at his computer and would get to work later. I slept until about 9:30 when I had to get up and pee. I packed everything up, brought a bunch of Boyfriend’s laundry with, and we headed out. It was the first time I had driven since Saturday. Steering proved to hurt the most as it used those abdominal muscles. I made it home just fine after visiting with the kittens and I’ve just been trying to relax and get my Crochet on today.
So that’s it! Tomorrow I meet with the surgeon to get a post-op check up and today I can’t wait to get in the shower for a quick wash-up. I get to start up CrossFit (scaled, of course) on Tuesday and I’m so ready to start up!
I wish I had a better excuse for not writing for over three weeks… but I don’t. Since losing my job, I’ve applied at a multitude of random jobs and not heard back from anything so I’m just trying to keep my head above water and not have a nervous breakdown at every turn. It’s not been easy to tell people that I’m not working, I’m applying for unemployment and I’m desperate to not spend a penny if I don’t have to. I’ve been crying on the phone regularly to Mom in extreme gratitude as she bails me out with a check to pay for my rent and the minimum payment on my bills. And now I’m sitting here trying to figure out what the unemployment letter means…
Anyway– Onto the CrossFit news: I graduated Elements! My day 1 July Elements Ben time was 9:15 and I took off a full minute from that with the month off. I was extremely sore from the WOD before and we had to go through all the movements so we were pretty gassed already. Squats were a bit of a problem but luckily I have discovered the delicious pain delivered to me by the foam roller prior to a WOD, which helps loosen up the tight muscles making it easier to move.
Since I just left the job, I talked to Tyler and signed up for a year-long membership. I told him, it’s not like I’m going anywhere (my apartment lease is up in one year and I love the place) so I was more than ready to get started.
I had the rest of the weekend to myself and I spent it crafting. Boyfriend and I are going to GenCon this coming weekend and I had a lot of costuming to do. I’ll be re-cosplaying Amy Pond while Boyfriend will don a sweatshirt and jeans and be The Master. Saturday is our big day: I, with the massive draping help of Mom, have completed an incredibly sexy Silk Spectre I costume. The yellow chiffon drapes beautifully around my curves and I’ve modified it so the skirt is longer, the fishnets are higher and the boots aren’t heeled. Boyfriend bought a Comedian costume online and I altered it a bit more to it would fit better, though it’s a little lopsided. I added some fabric paint to parts so it’s not so cheap-looking and I have plans to buy him a cigar or two. Sunday I’ll be oh-so-comfortable in a blue-gray sundress with two TARDISes fabric-painted on so I become the Time Vortex. Boyfriend might become a Ghost Buster.
Onto the knitting part of this project: I decided last second that I’d be knitting the single opera glove for Silk Spectre and I’d re-knit the mittens for Amy Pond as I screwed them up last year. I went to Main St. Yarn Shop and grabbed a skein of black Malabrigo sock yarn and two size 3 Addi turbos. I cast on during the opening ceremonies of the Olympics and finished 15 hours after the closing ceremonies. I’ve added 16 gold buttons and the closures between the fingers are the best I’ve ever done. I’m so happy with myself.
The mittens are such a disaster. I started them with size 4 but gauge was way too big. Then I went down to size 3 and found the gauge was too big again. I’m now on size 2 needles and I’m praying that I can be done with this.
It’s now almost Tomorrow so I’m going to write more about my first week in big girl CrossFit classes when I’ve woken up.