Crossfit is Crazy

On Wednesday, I tried Crossfit for the first time. The workout of the day (WOD) can be found here (scroll down to 9/9). I managed to do three rounds, modifying the pull-ups (40lbs assisting) and the box jumps (I had to use a weight bench). The lunges I did as directed.

There were definite times in the gym where, when lunging, the dumbbells would hit my wrists and press against my forearms, which was pretty painful. The weights were heavy, and after the first round, I was exhausted. But the voice in my head, that usually whines and wants to leave, put on its The Bride (Kill Bill) pants, and, after my dropping the heavy dumbbells and wanting to give up in the second round, went "pick it up". There was no "you can do it" cheerleading going on, no telling myself to give it my best try. It was a do-it-right-now-no-excuses time.

Because the workout was for time, I really really tried to do everything as quickly as possible, but it took be 36 minutes 14 seconds to do the three rounds. I was sweaty and a little pukey for most of it (I didn't puke though). Then I went grocery shopping, ate dinner (turkey tacos with peppers and guacamole on a spinach tortilla), and went to bed.

Yesterday, I woke up and felt awesome: I'd slept deeply, woke up earlier than usual (without the alarm clock), and felt a lot better about my body. I think that, because I've been scared to try crossfit in the past, just knowing I gave it my best for one workout was pretty cool.

I felt like a badass all day. However, my knee was giving me signals that, while it wasn't injured just yet, it was on its way to getting hurt. So I took yesterday off, and I'm thinking that if I crossfit every other day, and do yoga or something on the off days, I'll be better able to ease into the training schedule.