This week is “test week” for me, which is mostly fun, but today I had to do a 1 rep max bench press and 2k row for time. The bench press went well. It was ugly, but I hit 115#, a 10# PR. I hope this is a trend! The 2k row has never been one of my favorite workouts, which would explain why my last time doing it was December 31st, 2010… nearly two years ago! I remember that morning well and the excitement and satisfaction I felt when I hit 7:47 (about a 1:57 avg pace). It was a good day.
My goal today was to hold a 1:55 average, which would have put me at about 7:40. However, 500 meters in, I knew today would not be a PR day for me. Actually, I probably knew this as I was warming up based on how my body felt, but my mind was still determined. This is a hard enough workout even when you feel mentally strong, but as soon as my mind tells me it’s not going to happen… it’s not very likely that it will. I thought about stopping and trying another day when my body felt more ready, but I had started, and I am not one to stop in the middle of workouts. So I finished it out and gave it my best effort, which resulted in 7:59.
After finishing my row, I was thinking about strength and speed. I remember being asked a while ago if I would give up a little bit of speed to be stronger? It is a hard question to answer. Is it too much to ask to have strength AND speed?… can’t a girl have both?! There is no doubt that I am getting stronger, and in many ways faster I suppose… especially on the workouts that require more strength. However, on today’s 2k, I was definitely not faster. The fact that I was really sore from a workout that I probably should not have done last night, may have played a part, but I don’t like thinking that makes a difference (I know… I know…). Anyway, I’m not really sure where I’m going with this other than to say that it was on my mind, and I think I’d be fine with compromising some speed for strength. Especially these days, when the CrossFit workouts are getting heavier and heavier. If I can’t even lift the weight, what’s the point of being fast, right?
So, I am where I am, and I’ve been pretty ok with this. Some days are better than others, but in general I’d say I’m improving, and that’s all I could hope for as a result of hard work. Most days, I just come in to the gym thankful that I’m able to move and that I’m still doing it. Some days I’m super pumped and others, I just go through the motions. Such is life. And I will fully celebrate the PR’s and good moments with big smiles and silly dances, and on the less than good days, I will accept them as such… maybe say a bad word or two, maybe get a little tight in the chest, but keep my head up and keep moving forward. And hopefully getting stronger AND faster! I’m an optimist 🙂