I have two favorite Crossfit lifts, the Deadlift and the Chest Press. These are my very favorite lifts because I can actually DO them! lol! I credit my twins… my very BIG twin boys, who take after my 6’4″ Hubby in height. There were many, many duel deadweight-on-the-floor-in-the-middle-of-the-store tantrums. So, you see, even before Crossfit, I had plenty and plenty of practice picking up dead weight (aka completely limp, oversized twin boys!) off the floor! Just for reference, even though they just turned six yesterday, and are on the skinny side, they wear 8’s and 10’s. Yeah… big boys.
Warm up with Chest Presses (yay!)
1 on the minute for 10 minutes
125# 🙂 My last best-ever was 115#. I’m hopeful that I’ll get a chance to figure out my one rep max soon.
Heavy Deadlift (155#)
Box Jumps, jumping both up AND down (20-inches, but I’m still only able to do the 12-inch box)
The cap was 8 minutes and I had just managed to finish round two when time was called. I went back and finished that third round after I’d caught my breath. I had to… it was only 9. It took me an extra few minutes, not counting the time I needed to breathe again, but it was important that I finish.
Yep… my perfect workout and I didn’t even finish it under the time cap. Some days I leave feeling like a failure and once, it took everything in my power to not cry… there’s no crying in Crossfit… but today… today was NOT one of those days. Today, I rocked!!! 🙂
The Wod for today was an ego killer. Four rounds… I was just starting my 3rd round and I looked around to find more than half the people already finished. I knew I was behind and would most likely come in last… but I didn’t realize I was THAT far behind! At the end of my 3rd round, I was sooooo far behind that not only did I think I’d miscounted, but my Coach did also. lol! Nope… sh*t… I was facing down that 4th and final round… there was an out… maybe I *did* miscount… but I didn’t think so.
Here’s the choice… fib and save face… or do it right and come in last… really last… so far last that people have long since finished and have moved on to other things. Do I really count every single jump rope to 150 or could I skip 10… or 20… no one would know…
I would know!
If you don’t do it right, it doesn’t count!
I kept hearing my Coach Friend’s voice in my head: Show Up, Do it Right, Finish It!
And I did… in 19:28 minutes. The average time was probably 12:00.
It would not be a victory had I done anything less than what was prescribed in the WOD. It wouldn’t have counted. I would have known. No only would my workout have been tainted, but my character as well.
150 jump ropes
15 push presses (65#)
10 pull-ups (jumping)
I showed up… I did it right… and I finished it!
I started Crossfit on November 5, 2012. I remember the fear most of all. I was terrified. I walked into a beginner seminar hoping there would be at least one other female in the room. Turns out, there were two and no one else. I survived. I loved it. The fear continued…
That first class… Oh dear Lawd… the first class… FEAR… I had heart palpitations long before the workout started. Walking into that first class was the hardest part of Crossfit yet.
But…. this post is about that First Spark… that first moment when I realized maybe I could do this… maybe I could actually be good at it… maybe I had found my niche. I was about a month in, going three days a week. We were doing Strict Presses and Math not being my forte (Book Nerd!), I just stuck weights on the bar without counting. The Coach came over and asked if I’d done the lift. I hadn’t. I attempted a higher weight, couldn’t do it, took off 10 pounds, and was going to try again. He said something about that amount of weight being BadAss. Hmmmm….. not something ever associated with me before. He stuck around for a bit while I was waiting to recover from my previous attempt. Clueless, it didn’t occur to me that he might be waiting around to see the lift. I attempted it… I attempted to lift 105 pounds above my head… I got halfway up and got stuck. Suddenly, I heard motivational cheering… My first thought, Oh, nice… someone else is trying to do a lift and they are cheering him on. I’ll pretend that it’s for me and maybe I can get this thing up there… and I did. After I put it down, I looked around and realized these people were actually cheering… FOR ME!!!! My Coach said, “Now THAT’S a Personal Record!”
Then he said the magical words that ignited The First Spark: That’s a Record!
Huh??? I looked around at the board with all the records, which happened to be directly behind me, and the record for Strict Press was 100 pounds… Oh My Gawd… I was in Crossfit for one month and I’d beaten the Box record by 5 pounds!
That was it… that was the moment when I suddenly realized maybe this CAN happen… maybe I can do this… maybe I really CAN get healthy. Maybe I am… strong???
Two months later, my name is still on the board. I have every intention of keeping it there. I’m also closing in on the bench press record, just waiting for the opportunity to go for a Personal Record.
I am strong. For the first time in my life, I believe it.
I am strong.
It starts a few months in. I’ll probably fill in the backstory at some point, but what’s important is that I’ve started a journey… a big, scary, seemingly impossible journey. I’ve started a journey into health.
It’s been three and a half months. Three and a half months of Crossfit… of trying… of succeeding, and certainly …of failing. My Crossfit Coach Friend tells me I need to journal. I have been doing so in my head and on little scraps of paper… so I don’t forget… so I don’t repeat… so I can kick, scream, and claw my way out of poor health and never forget so I never have to do it again. I need to write it down. I need proof. I can’t forget.
Yesterday was a test and I passed. I couldn’t go to the gym… the box… because my youngest was sick. Do I workout at home as best I can… or do I skip it and think I’ll make it up at some point. We all know *that* will never happen! I passed. I went to my box’s site, found out what they were doing today, and modified it so I could do it at home. What I did: 100 pushups, 75 jumps onto my bottom stair, 50 situps, and 25 of the saddest couch dips ever. lol! What’s important is that I did something… and I did it in 18 minutes.
I haven’t been getting on the scale lately. It was driving me crazy… up, down, up, down, up down… and I made a HUGE mistake getting on it today… up… a pound. You would think a pound isn’t that big of a deal… but it is. It’s upsetting. I see my Hubby losing all kinds of weight and I gained a pound. My next official weigh in is March 10th. I’m already stressing that I won’t lose any weight this month. It was stress I didn’t need. I know I’m gaining muscle. I see it. I feel it. I know the measurements I take are getting smaller… but I’m still wearing the same pants size. I’m baffled by this. How the heck can I lose 5+ inches in my waist and still wear the same pants size.
Oh… and let’s talk about the mirror. People tell me it lies…. or that my brain lies. I look in the mirror and I don’t see much difference. I think my face looks the same. I think my double chin looks the same. My Hubs can tell a difference. He even walked up behind me in the grocery store and wasn’t 100% sure that it was me… but I still look the same in my brain. I wonder if that will ever change.
So… here I am, journaling my progress, my failures. I’m doing this for me. I wonder if I’ll ever have the courage to go public. It took me three months to go public about Crossfit. It was my little secret for a long time. A different friend of mine went public recently about his own journey and his own blog. He’s brave. I wonder if I’ll ever be….