Sean and I were talking this morning, and we agreed that Tuesdays and Thursdays are kind of the losers of the week. There’s no excitement behind them. Monday’s the first day back to work, Wednesday marks the middle of the week, Fri-Sat-Sun is the glorious weekend, but Tuesday and Thursday don’t really have any claim to specialness. No one looks forward to those days because of their own merit (unless they don’t work Mon-Fri, I suppose).
Anyway, I skipped CrossFit this morning because my runner friends from work want to go on a 10-mile trail run tonight. I’m honestly a little nervous since the most I’ve run at one time recently was 7 miles, and it was 2 weeks ago. Today’s WOD was 15-9-3 front squats and chest-to-bar pull ups. I haven’t mastered the pull ups yet, so workouts like this always make me feel lame. I’m sure my legs will be crying tonight, so I’ll be glad I skipped the squats, though.
Speaking of CrossFit, I think I’ve become one of those who “drinks the Kool Aid.” My box posts the WOD every night at 8pm, and I always check it before going to bed. Even if I think to myself, “There’s no way in hell I can do this!” Or, “I’m going to be the last one finished!” I still feel like I need to go. I need to try it. I need to prove to myself that I can do those things I think I can’t.
It’s weird because, I’m not seeing huge drastic differences in the way my body looks (not that it was bad to start off with and after just a month and a half, I shouldn’t be seeing a drastic difference), but I am seeing huge leaps in what I can do. It’s a big deal that I push an extra 20 pounds over my head after just a month (shoulder press 55#). I know that’s not much to people who have been CrossFitting for years, but that seems amazing to me.
We’re going on a family vacation with Sean’s family sometime this summer, and I can’t wait to try out a new box when we’re there. I found 2 close to where we’re staying. It’s sad, but it’s true.
Anyway, I’m starting to ramble now, so I’ll leave you. I hope your Thursday gives you something to look forward to. Mine is a 10-mile run with friends who will hopefully understand how slow I am.