But, better! I'll take it. As in:
Crosffit. Crossfit makes things better for me. We're almost done with the Crossfit Open at my gym, and though I had no intention of participating, I'm glad I did. I had no intention of participating because, well, I'm an older athlete, compared with most crossfitters, and I have a bum shoulder and a bum knee and sometimes pee my pants when doing lots of repetitive jumping. Also, formal competition makes me very nervous and self-conscious and a little sick
[informal competition, on the other hand, is my thing, as you probably know. I get all passive aggressive with that shit. Like it was my job. Oy]
but I'm glad I did it! I learned some new skills and accepted a few low scores pretty graciously, I think, and did well on workouts I expected to tank on. Take this week's WOD (workout of the day):
Row 60 calories
30 95-pound cleans
in 14 minutes. IN 14 MINUTES.
I knew I'd be able to row 60 calories. That doesn't sound like much, does it? But it really is. It's pretty tiring, burning 60 calories. If I was in my old body-hating phase, I would have used this information to scold myself for eating treats. [See how much energy it takes to burn 60 calories? Why do you eat so much? Now you have to go run, pizza-cow!]. I'm not in that phase at the moment, though. I ate 1/2 a pint of Ben and Jerry's after lunch, in fact, and though I almost never do that anymore, it's fine that I did, and I don't feel the need to self-flaggelate.
Maybe self-flatulate, though. Thank you dairy products. But that's a different post.
Anyway, I knew I could row the 60 calories, and that it would be tiring but do-able.
But 50 toes-to-bar? No way. Last time I tried toes-to-bar the coach had to stand behind me and push me so that I'd know when to try to throw my legs up. I looked like a seizing giraffe.
|Not me, obvi. Just an illustration of T-t-B.|
But miraculously, today, I was able to do them, and faster than I thought. My goal, honestly, was just to finish. But I finished with time to spare (we only had 14 minutes to get through everything). This was both awesome and terrible since then I had to go do 40 wall-balls, even though my shoulders were Jello and I could barely breathe.
|Wall Balls. Ouchie.|
Except at that point I only had 90 seconds left in the 14 minutes and was wheezing like an asthmatic geezer and then had to try to clean 95 pounds 30 times, which clearly was not happening, since 95 pounds is close to my one-rep-max for cleans.
|This is kind of what a Clean looks like. If you're the Hulk. It's the move that's most likely to make you poop your pants. IMHO.|
I bent over and looked at the bar for a good 12 seconds just trying to breathe and then some coaches yelled at me to pick up the damned bar, so I did, but I couldn't clean it all the way cuz I was just so tired and just dropped it instead. Then I cleaned it 3 times then dropped it again on the fourth but then cleaned it 1 last time for a total of 4, my fellow Math Wizards. Which gives me a score of 60+50+40+4=154. I feel really good about that.
But not too good. Just for humility's sake, I'll say that the women's Crossfit Open leaderboard has a max score of 256. Which means that some lady-hulk out there was able to go through that entire workout plus do another round of rowing. Christ.
And now Crossfit has been explained to you. You're welcome.
Oh, except for Muscle-Ups, which I can't do because I've never tried and they're the hardest thing you can do so I might never try them except some time in the future I might. I've learned not to say never with Crossfit, I guess. Here's a muscle-up:
|Muscle-Ups: Crazy Olympic Gymnastics Kind of Shit.|
Anyway: proud of my score and was glad to get out my head this morning, is all I'm saying. Then I went to a thesis defense. The student was really smart and did a great job but as always with these things at Mines my contributions were minimal because science and engineering students never really have time to get to the "social" part of their work so I'm always just on those committees playing a symbolic role and I'm bored with that. So it's probably good I'm leaving after all, was the reminder. Because that job was killing me in lots of ways.
Not killing me in a good way, like Crossfit. Ouch. Hurts to brush my hair right now.
Okay, back to work, because I still have students and deadlines and more houses to look at and agonize over and children to raise and husbands to scold. But if you want to call and talk Crossfit I could probably find five minutes.