Yesterday was pretty successful! I received a lot of amazing support on social media from everyone and I felt really good about the decision I had made.
My fitbit died halfway through the day and my charger was at my Mom’s house from when I was staying there last week while she had knee replacement surgery. Her recovery is going SO well and she’s trucking around the house like a champ. I’ve told her to get up and move around once every hour, or after every couple of episodes on my Apple TV that I lent her.
So anyway, yesterday I drank 126.9 oz of water and felt like a whale (Fiance says ‘goldfish, not whale, because goldfish are cute like you.’ So adorable) by the end of the day on my way to the workout. I fit into the ‘in the zone’ classification on my fitbit caloric intake for the first time in a while. I worked out for my 60 minutes at the WOD and I slept like a rock last night. Today my fitbit is charging so my step count will be really low for the week, but I’ve been trying to get up and either go to the restroom or fill up my nalgene on a regular basis.
Immediate changes: After 120 oz of water yesterday, my engagement ring fit better than it has in a while! I had more energy and laughed a lot more at work. Though I did have to pee at all times yesterday, which is a downer, but I’m sure my body will respond much easier by the end of the week. The swelling in my feet went down and I fit much better in my danskos this morning, which used to cut into the front of my foot a lot more.
The workout: Last night was GI Jane: 100 Burpee Pull Ups. I did this shortly after starting Crossfit a few years back and I was 20 pounds less than I am now. It’s not a fun thought to think, but I knew a lot of things since then: I was stronger, I was definitely ‘fitter’ in the sense that I can lift more and have more stamina. But I didn’t think about how would be easiest to do this wod. I did the Burpee straight into a jumping pull up, when I should have done 10 burpees into 10 jumping pull ups. After 30 1:1 reps, I was burning out fast and so was time, so I switched to 10:10 and managed to finish the reps much faster. We were given a 15 minute cap and I got through 70. I finished 75 a few years ago and I have no idea what my time was. Regardless, I’m happy with the turnout.
Food: Instead of the pulled pork and sweet potato fries, I had two of the Chicken Supreme salads from Kwik Trip, two small bags of baby carrots and an apple. Total of about 600 calories. I came home and had an Outshine popscicle which put me into the perfect place calorie-wise to go to bed. After a shower and some searching for beer bottle koozies for the party bus on the wedding, I went to bed and didn’t move until I woke up this morning.
Started my morning late, unfortunately, so I was frazzled waking up. The humidity is insane right now. I poured out some Califia Farms Cold Brewed Almond Milk Coffee into my Ello bottle, grabbed two hard-boiled eggs and dashed out the door and made it to work just in time. I’m 32 oz in on the water front and I feel like today is going to be an OK day. No WOD tonight. No idea what’s for dinner, but salad for lunch. Happy Thursday, everyone.
Tonight is a WOD I’ve been dreading for a while and, when I logged onto Instagram this morning to see Coach had posted the movements, I nearly threw my phone to the other side of the room.
Five rounds for time of:
Bear crawl 100 feet
Standing broad-jump, 100 feet
Do three Burpees after every five broad-jumps. If you’ve got a twenty pound vest or body armor, wear it.
I did this WOD over a year ago and it broke me. I’ve never felt so defeated after a WOD than I did while performing Brenton. I broke out in hives after the WOD due to hay fever and the grass. I was a full two rounds behind everyone else. I modified it to seven broad-jumps with the burpees because of how short my stride is. I cried when I was 100 feet away from everyone else who had finished long ago.
I don’t like to admit that I’m total and utter crap at physical fitness. I like to think I’m good at some things and I know I’m good at some things. I joke about how crappy I’ll be at this WOD and how I’m always the last person to finish a WOD; this doesn’t usually bother me because I’m usually always able to finish the WOD. This was a totally different kind of workout, though.
It just…broke me.
I felt like a failure. A total and utter failure. I was the fat kid that never got picked in class to join anyone’s team. I couldn’t manage the bear crawl, my form on the burpees was crap at best. My broad jumps were maybe three feet. Coach came over while I stood at the other end of the field sobbing saying nonsensicals like “I don’t know why I can’t do it!” and he kept trying to tell me ‘you do this for Brenton’ and ‘You’re doing great!’ Other people came to do the burpees with me (which made me feel like even more of an invalid, though they meant well) so when I finally finished, I didn’t speak to anyone. I just found my water bottle and walked away; not wanting people to see me at my lowest point. People came up behind me in the group of us walking back to the gym and gave me praise, but tears just silently fell the entire walk back to the gym and especially in my car. Just writing about it now makes me misty.
I signed up for class tonight but I really don’t want to fail or find out that I’m not better than I was two years ago. I don’t want to go to this WOD only to end up in tears again because I can’t finish more than three rounds before it gets dark.
I’m going to do my best and know that I am a better CrossFitter than I was two years ago. My back is twitchy, but I know that I can manage this WOD just like I do all the other WODs. I will be the last person finished, but I sincerely hope to finish more than I did two years ago.
I walked into the gym and my nerves were on overdrive. I warmed up quickly, comiserated with people and expressed my nervousness to the people around me. One girl was there the last time I did it and remembered my reaction to the WOD. She was confident I could finish though, so that helped.
We jumped into the strength portion and I did fine with the Wendler Cycle: I did back squats at a little less than I should have, and my press was minimal at best; I wasn’t worries. I just wanted to get this WOD over.
We walked to the field down the street and coach counted us down. I couldn’t find a good cadence for the bear crawls so my hips hurt more than anything else. The broad jumps were fine, but I did 7 to make up the difference of my little legs. The burpees were the easiest part, though my hands were already breaking out and my lungs were burning from the grass. I made it through the first round is pretty decent time and the second round wasn’t too bad, but the third was where I fell apart a bit; my bear crawl was crappy, I had to stop a lot. I was still able to make it through the jumps in three sets, only having to do 6 burpees total.
I wasn’t the last one on the field when I finished the third round, though people were finishing already. I started on my fourth bear crawl with a massive burning in my lungs. I wasn’t fatigued, I just couldn’t breathe well. I started on the jumps, heard Sarah tell me ‘little jumps are still jumps!’ and, halfway through the fourth round, when almost everyone else was done, I talked to coach ‘Is there a time cap?’ he shook his head. “I mean I’d say end it at 4 if you want to stop, but I won’t make you stop.” “Good,” I said. “I’m going to finish.” and I finished off the fourth round.
I wasn’t alone for the fifth round, which eased my mind a bit. I finally got the cadence for the bear crawl and finished in three good tries. I then powered through the jumps and barely made it to the end through the third set of jumps.
18:44. I had finished. I collapsed to the ground and started crying just out of happiness. I walked back to the gym and gave my time. “You did a great job out there today.” said coach.
I believed him.
I went back to my car and texted Boyfriend. I then cried a couple tears of joy and posted on Instagram.
I beat the WOD. I won.
Field Training Officer Timothy Quinn Brenton, 39, of the Seattle Police Department, was shot and killed in a drive-by shooting while on duty on October 31, 2009. He is survived by his wife Lisa, his son Quinn, and daughter Kayliegh.
Thank you, Brenton. Thanks to you, I understand what it is to be strong; to persevere; to overcome. Thank you.
Back to eating right, back to taking time off for myself, back to knitting and back to lifting.
Benchmarks were split up into two weeks, which I was really happy about. I realize it’s been about four months since my last post but I haven’t been to CrossFit nearly enough for my liking. I guess Lent will do that to a girl.
I’m having a bit of an issue with the workouts lately. I’m not getting enough endurance from them because they’re too short. I think the longest WOD was a benchmark that took me over 20 minutes to complete. The WODs lately have been capped at 12 or 17 minutes which makes it really hard for me to get into that ‘fat burning anaerobic’ spot where I feel exhausted and completely worn out by the end. Lately I’ve just been feeling like my body just gives out before my mind can give out. My hip flexor hurts, my knee kills, my hands are about to rip…that sort of crap. I’m not to the point of failure; I’m not to the point where I want to cry because it hurts so bad; I just feel stupid and fat and useless and wishing I had spent more time with the foam roller pre-WOD.
Which is why I’m always happy during benchmark week because the WODs take longer. We do The Girls and Heroes which can take less than 10 minutes, but still hurt and are very effective at making me feel like death.
I didn’t make any major PRs this time around, but I was able to do Fran with smaller bands than last time which I was really happy with.
I did make major gains, though.
- I demolished my hope for a 125 pound back squat by getting all the way up to 145 before time ran out. I could have totally gotten to 150 pounds.
- I did THREE touch and go Cleans at 120 pounds. Boyfriends’ 1RM is 170. I told him when I eventually can power clean more than him he will get the “My Girl is Stronger than ME” shirt from Life as RX.
- I met my goal of a 125 pound front squat and only stopped because my form fell apart. When my knees caved in and my back felt like it was rounding, I stopped.
- I got an 85 pound push jerk PR (still 15 pounds short of my goal)
- I completed a 110 split jerk, and later in the week did a 115 clean and jerk.
- I did Nancy in 21:09 (with a 500m row and a 45 pound bar), Jackie in 11:21 (with a 35 pound KB Squat (stupid knee) and ring rows), Fran in 10:58 (with 45 pounds on the bar and a blue and thin green band for most of it, a thick green for the end), Helen in 13:20 (with rowing and ring rows) and, in February, Tabata Something Else with 331 reps with ring rows.
So yeah. Lots of gains so far this year. I’m really looking forward to another PR. It’s like I’m a newbie again! I don’t know what it is about this year but I’m just getting better as time goes on. It feels great.
This is what happens when double unders die in the middle of a WOD
and the Thrusters, even at 35 pounds, are done really quickly.
Tonight is Fight Gone Bad. I haven’t done it in months. The last time I did, I broke an ankle.
I can’t believe it’s been a month since I left for the Games. It feels like it was only a couple weeks ago that we were on the plane coming home with a bunch of the Rogue equipment guys and 2010 champ, GRAHAM HOLMBERG. Boyfriend saw him, I didn’t. Though we did our best to stalk him.
I wish I could say that I’ve been wodding a lot, but ever since I got back from California and even before then, I’ve had way too many things go wrong that have prevented me from entering the box.
July 19: I hurt my back moving apartments. It took three weeks for my back to stop being so angry. RockSauce, RockTape, regular ice and chiropractor visits and rest made me go stir crazy but my back got better, so I was OK with it.
August 19: I got a cyst on my left ovary while rowing a 5K. This definitely was a monkey wrench thrown into the mix. I felt pain during the Monday WOD that week but thought it was general female issues until Friday night when my toes were curling in pain and we were headed to the ER. A prescription for Percocet later and we were on our way. I was tender for a good week. The cyst is also messing with my weight. I’m way heavier than I have been in months and I have to assume it’s because of the cyst. I just want it to go away and stop messing with my body.
Now that I’m feeling better, it’s time to get back to my regularly schedule WOD life. Monday was a doozy for one who hasn’t wodded regularly in weeks. It was also about 95 degrees outside, 110 in the box (I swear that thermostat is broken. It always says its 90 degrees in the box. NOT TRUE).
15 wall balls
15 tuck jumps
150 m run
10 hang power snatch
10 Power Cleans
10 hand-release push ups
60 wall jumps (vertical jump)
60 mountain climbers (2 for 1)
Dying. Just dying.
The burpees were so hard and the snatches killed my already aching shoulders and forearms. I pussed out on the wall balls (6 pounds) and only did 45 pounds for the snatches and cleans (my clean is 95 pounds. I muscled those suckers up). The mountain climbers are so awkward for me. I jiggled a lot. I knew there would be a lot of hardship during this WOD so I did everything I could to make it a little more bearable. I was still dripping in sweat when I finished.
I ran during that WOD. I figured 150m was the best time to do it because it would be short and couldn’t possibly aggravate my achilles enough. I took it extremely slow, to the point where I could actually breathe and carry on a joking conversation with the coach while I ran back in. He was proud, to say the least.
The rest of the classes had a 25 minute time cap. I was in the 6:30 class so we didn’t have a cap and I couldn’t (read: Wouldn’t) not finish and/or stop at 25 minutes. Robb told me to do so but I told him ‘that’s not how I operate’ and he continued to cheer me on through the whole thing. 25 minutes came and went and I was working on the snatches. I finished in 36:46 and collapsed on the mat for an unknown amount of time. I couldn’t properly grip things.
I know you’re supposed to leave your ego at the door but I don’t feel like I’ve done enough unless I actually finish the workout. I can’t DNF. It’s simply not in my nature to not finish.
I stood up when Robb was kicking us out at the end of the night and he gave me a congratulatory hug because he knew I hadn’t wodded in two weeks and I haven’t run in 7 months.
My favorite part of the night was exclaiming to boyfriend that I had run. He had proud.
I then drove to pick n save and picked up a rack of already-cooked ribs, some potato salad and some fresh fruit. I ate dinner at 9 and it was amazing, if not paleo.
I woke up the next morning feeling pretty good but DOMS hit pretty quickly by the afternoon. It hurt to sit, to fully extend my arms and to bend at the waist. It even hurt to walk and laugh.
Sweet potatoes were my savior this week. I had some fries last night as a snack because I’d had dinner at 5 and it was this teeny tiny little salad with nothing on it so I was famished. I’m feeling better, though I didn’t think I’d be able to make it through Wednesday. Better start slowly, in my opinion. I’ll be at Friday night, though!
Next post is going to be recipe-rich, I think. I make chili every week and I’m going to be making some awesome cookies on Labor day. I hope you all have a great and long weekend. I’ll be knitting, baking and enjoying every second of my day off! There will likely be a WOD in there, too.
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!
Thank you, everyone, for enduring with me while I go a month without writing. Life has been a little nutty… and awful… and I hate my current situation but I’m still working on it. If things work better in my favor soon, I’ll have a job in a week or two. Cross your fingers!
I started Paleo and CrossFit a little less than a year ago. I’m so glad all of you are here and reading.
I almost thought I was going to skip the WOD on Wednesday but I decided to do it, since I wouldn’t get another WOD in until next Monday. Two this week wasn’t really enough.
I made sure I drank enough water and showed up early to the box with the intent of working on my Double Unders. I had been really happy with them lately after finally breaking the 2-string and got to 4. I was determined to get to 10, which I did 10 minutes and multiple red welts forming on my arms and shins later.
I didn’t look at the whiteboard, as I usually don’t nowadays, until much later; like when everyone at the 4:30 class was all but done. I knew that they were doing Double Unders and Burpees, I just hadn’t bothered to look at the combinations.
I briefly considered doing this WOD RXed, but figured I’d lose my cool and never be able to get the DUs done. I said this to Brie and she said “Which way would give you a better workout?”
The answer was simple: RX, though it’ll take twice as long.
“Then don’t stop when you’re doing the burpees so you can take your time with the DUs.” which made a lot of sense. I usually take FOREVER with my burpees so I knew I’d have to finish the burpees pretty quickly so I can take my time missing some of the Double Unders and still finish with a good time.
A little bit about Wednesday: The temp peaked at 86 and it felt like it in the box. You were sweating before the class even began. My legs were sticking together and I could feel sweat dripping down my back during the Deadlift strength portion.
So, the WOD:
50 Double Unders
50 Double Unders
50 Double Unders
50 Double Unders
In order to RX it, you had to do chest-to-deck, stand up with a clap for the burpees and, obviously, you had to do the Double Unders, rather than the 150 singles each round.
I was nervous. My hands were sweating. My brain was in overdrive. 3, 2, 1… GO!
I didn’t look at the clock more than once in the entire WOD. I don’t know how long the burpees all took but I know I sucked on the Double Unders. After swearing a few times, noticing that people were onto their 50 double unders AFTER the 30 burpees and I still had 12 to finish on my first set of DUs, started getting to me. I blocked it out, strung a few sets of 3s and 5s together and managed to get to the burpees again.
I don’t think I’ve quite explained to you all how much I hate burpees. My back hurts every time I do burpees. My knees get gross from the mats, my wrists hurt from being forced to carry my upper half and, if dehydrated for the WOD, I get dizzy when getting up. I left wet handprints on the mat as my sweaty palms hit the rubber again and again.
I was onto the 20 burpees while others were done and many were just finishing up. When I had finished the 20 and moved to my rope, I was sure I was the last person on the floor. Brie, Dan and others hung around, cheering me on and counting for me.
What’s weird about this WOD is that I got exponentially better at Double Unders as the WOD went on… In the first two rounds I was stringing two or five together, but by the 3rd and 4th, I was stringing 10 together each time I started. Every now and then I’d trip up and pace a circle before taking a deep breath and starting again, only to stop after 10, sucking air like my lungs didn’t exist.
10 more burpees and 50 double unders stood in my way. I don’t remember doing the burpees. I blocked them out. It was too hard to get off the floor that I decided my brain didn’t need to remember that moment.
50 Double Unders, broken into sets of 10s and nines and my last two after tripping on the rope a few times, and I was done. I collapsed to my knees, gave the high fives offered to me and asked for my water.
Robb came over after a few minutes and gave me a high five while I was still on the floor. “24:32. RX” I yelled at him, “Make sure you write RX on that board!”
“I’ll put it up in giant block writing.” he joked.
And then he really did.
I hung around the box for a good half hour after I was done and got my bearings. I almost puked. I held it down. I made it home in one piece and proudly announced on Facebook that I had RXed my first WOD in 10 months. I was so proud of myself.
I later realized that I had just done 200 double unders when my previous PR was 10.
Thursday morning I was getting ready for an interview when I noticed a band of bruises on my right forearm. And a welt between my first two knuckles on my left hand. And some red marks on my shins. I love this sport. Doesn’t even matter if I’m bruised and beaten up; I absolutely adore CrossFit. I felt so strong. And still do. Every day.
So it’s been a while since I last wrote because I’ve not been in the right state of mind to write. I’ve been in a bit of a funk and I know I should be writing if I’m in a funk because I’ve been WODding but my funk has been affecting my workouts but… you know…
Tonight kicked my butt. After signing up for 4 WODs this week, I saw this post from Coach:
Be sure you are hydrated, well fed (before you come), and rested for tomorrow’s workout… That is all.
I almost thought about canceling my reservation but Boyfriend assured me it would be fun (he says that all the time, and then he does a WOD and says it sucks) and I would do great.
I spent the entire day today nervous, terrified even, especially when someone posted that the WOD was Whitten, a Hero WOD meant to break someone effectively.
5 rounds for time
22 kettle bell swings
22 box jumps
400m run (500m row)
22 wall balls
I drank copious amounts of water, ate a good lunch, snacked on an apple around 4 and tried to not think about how it’s going to be insane and how the hell am I going to be able to do this WOD in the prescribed time?
I warmed up quickly after getting changed. I saw people with pained expressions, panting, shaking their heads and I knew what my fate was about to be. I was not looking forward to this.
We started right away. I grabbed a 25 pound Kettle Bell and a 10 pound medicine ball and the rower since my ankles are still messed up. Squats felt good so I figured I could get through the wall balls pretty well. My back was a little tweaky but I was going to ignore it as much as possible.
3, 2, 1…GO and the bell felt light for the first 21. I kept pace but slowed down during the box jumps as I do step-ups (Still scared of the stupid box…) Then the row took its toll since it’s 100 meters longer than the other people’s run and rowing takes a lot more work than running in my opinion. Burpees were burpees and the wall balls were strung in 6s and 7s so I was happy.
The wall balls became my rest period. I pussed out and switched to the 20 pound kettlebell and it was super easy but I was able to get through them quickly enough to move onto the step-ups. The row was hell every single time and the burpees tweaked my back a little further with every pike.
Technically, the class had a time-cap of 47 minutes but I told Coach Robb I was going to keep going even if he said ‘time!’ I was in the middle of the last set of my step ups when time was called and I’ll be damned if I get stuck on the time cap and have to settle for a DNF like I’ve done before.
My medicine ball was picked up and I barked at someone (unintentionally) to grab me a new one and then thanked her dearly when she brought it over. I hid behind a set of boxes and finished my burpees while everyone cooled down and did my wall balls with crazy timing.
55:10 and I hit the floor almost as fast as the ball falling to the floor. I laid on the floor for a good few minutes before finally getting up and hobbling to the whiteboard to write down my time (with an exclamation mark, thank you very much!) all ready to come back tomorrow.
My back cramped up pretty hardcore on the way home but I am now full of meatloaf (tomorrow’s post) at one with my couch and will be for a good amount of time.
So in conclusion, thank you for your service and sacrifice, Whitten. Your family was blessed to be a part of your life and I’m glad we could continue your legacy by commemorating you today.
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.