Of course, the day after writing about how positively I talk to myself during hard/crappy days in the gym, I have one of those workouts where I’m so frustrated that my chest gets all tight and my throat starts to hurt and my lower lip begins to quiver a little bit. And if I don’t pull it together real quick, I’m gonna start crying. Yes, of course this would happen!
It’s that darn prowler, and it almost got the best of me today. We have a love/hate relationship, but its mostly love because I know it makes me stronger and teaches me how to stay calm and to breathe. I was alright pushing it from the high side, but from the low side, I got terribly stuck. It absolutely would not budge. I was reminded of a similar time at least a year ago when the same thing happened to me, at a much lighter weight (thankfully I’ve at least improved). I can’t think of anything more frustrating at the moment than trying to move something with every ounce of energy and will that I can muster, and it simply won’t budge. It made me angry. It made me say a couple of bad words. It made everything hurt.
After stepping away for a moment, taking a few deep breaths, and telling the darn thing that I was going to push his ass back to the line, I did. Very very slowly, and the tar in the parking lot did not help matters. Neither did my new kicks (which I love, but have zero traction). However, like I said in my last post, I knew that I wasn’t going to quit, so there was no point in getting too worked up (I really did think about this, and it made me much calmer). I accepted it would probably take longer than planned, and did the best I could. The next two rounds, however, I smarted up and did not push through the sticky tar spots, and it went much smoother. Thank goodness!
I combined today’s BB Gymnastics and Strength with Friday’s Conditioning, and changed the wall balls to 2-fer wall balls since I need to practice for NLI on Saturday.
And if you want more good reading, I loved CrossFit Lisbeth’s blog today, Begin Again.