The Whole30 paleo challenge is going well enough. I’m down another 3 pounds since last Tuesday so I’m happily only 2o pounds away from my next, technically final, goal weight. I’m probably going to continue to lose more weight as it needs to come off, but I’m going to be so happy to be at 170. Then at least my drivers license will not be lying for the first time in my life.
I write this as I crunch down on some carrots that taste funky. (checking for expiration) Oops… they expired in the beginning of December. (stomach just grumbled) And into the garbage they go!
I’m meeting with the gals I used to work with at Kohl’s tonight for dinner at a sushi restaurant. I made sure the restaurant will have non-sushi things so I can actually enjoy my meal tonight and not have to cheat. I love the way I look today: This dress makes me look so slender and I feel great when I wear it. I’m also in so much muscle pain today from last night’s WOD that I needed to look awesome otherwise today would have just been a total disaster. I’m sure you ladies know what I’m talking about.
So onto last night:
I was really dreading this WOD when I walked into the box last night. I hate Tabata. With a passion. The starting and stopping is the worst part of this 20 minutes of hell.
For those of you who don’t know what Tabata is:
20 seconds on, 10 seconds off for 8 rounds. 4 minutes per action.
Before the WOD was the strength section where we found our 5-rep max. I didn’t find it, but I got close with a 75 pound 5RM. I knew my 3RM from a while ago was 80 and my 1RM is 95 I think from about two months ago. My thighs and sternum are slightly bruised but other than that I’m no worse for the wear. I loved hearing Tyler say my clean was good, too, as it’s on of my favorite movements and I know I do them well. It felt so great having that recognition.
Did I fail to mention I also got a Squat Snatch a week ago?! Elated, I tell ya! It was only with 35 pounds on the bar, but that was something I’ve been struggling with for a while. My squat-clean isn’t much better, but my front squat is lower than my power clean, so I have to work on that transition a lot more.
Anyway. The WOD:
Row for calorie
Your total rep count is the lowest amount of reps you did throughout the entire action. If your lowest calorie count was 6, that’s the rep count for that action.
I started off OK, with a 4 calorie row at the lowest, but killed myself on the rower to keep at 4 calories. My legs were shot before even starting the squats and got a pitiful 7. I knew pull ups would be tough so I got 3 and was OK with it. Push ups were evil as my shoulders hurt like hell from the pull ups so I got 7. Sit ups were just rude: 8. Total of 29.
I texted “wahh” to Boyfriend and he said ‘at least you’re CrossFitting tonight’ (he’s illin, so I hope he doesn’t try to WOD until it’s gone).
My legs were jello as soon as we were done. Actually they were jello after the rowing, but my muscles were twitching as I got up and made my way around, putting stuff away. My arms still twitched as I went to knit night and they finally calmed down when I sat down at the table and knit and finished the cuff to my sock (shh. We’re not talking about them. If I don’t talk about them, they might get done!) until I was hungry and went home to pork tenderloin and sweet potato mash. I went to bed early and slept deeply until my evil alarm went off this morning.
I got out of bed and HOBBLED to the bathroom. Quads hurt, lats hurt, butt hurt, back hurt, abs hurt, sternum where the barbell hit hurt, shoulders and triceps hurt. I felt like an 80 year old man with all the ailments I’m facing. I’ve been trying not to move all that much even though I know I should and when I do get up, I regret sitting back down. I’ve had over 60 oz of water and coffee today and the muscles are probably soaking up every ounce.
In any case, tonight is a skip-day for wodding (like I could wod tonight anyway!) so I’m looking forward to that big juicy steak and veggies. Hope you’re all starting your years off on a great note! Leave me a comment with your crossfit/paleo goals for the new year– I’d love to hear how everyone else is faring!
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.